Chapter 1191 The second victim came from Kassel's request for help

Chapter 1191 The Second Death Comes from Kassel's Request for Help

"So what we are actually dealing with are two or a group of thieves? Does Alabama also have its own Robin Hood?" Clay asked curiously after returning to the car.

Aubrey spread his hands and said he was not sure. "I asked the state police, and there is no news of similar theft gang activities recently."

"I only know that Zorro would draw the letter Z on the bodies of bad guys, but is there a thief who cuts off ears after killing people?" Jack feels that this case has a stronger flavor of revenge.

After urging the local state police department to speed up the identification of evidence such as fingerprints and footprints, the three returned to Georgia overnight.

The security situation in the "Black Belt" area is comparable to that in the western part of Serbia in the 1980s and 1990s. Not only do various vicious cases occur frequently, but a large number of problems are also hidden or deliberately ignored.

This is the poorest area in the United States. It is so vast and sparsely populated that you may need to drive dozens of miles to find a store, and the distribution of police force is extremely uneven.

For example, the town the three men passed through before only had two permanent police officers, who were even worse than the one Margrave had before.

The next morning, the town of Margrave held a lively celebration. Although the originally small town center had been expanded, it was still packed.

Roscoe organized a float parade and invited a pretty good carnival team to set up various entertainment facilities on the open space outside the town.

This was Jack's first time to attend such an American temple fair. He walked around with a cup of Coke in his hand, feeling quite curious. At Hannah's instigation, he unsportsmanlike helped the other kids bully the "black-hearted" boss in a shooting game and won a lot of stuffed toys.

In the end, Alice, the only one who remained in the police station, called everyone back.

"Any new discoveries?" Jack brought a glass of shaved ice.

Alice bit the straw and turned the laptop screen towards him, "I think I have found a suspect."

The photo shows a white man in his 30s. Although his appearance is not very clear, it is enough for the software to capture enough identification points, uh.

Everyone gathered around, and Jack was a little surprised to see the facial recognition program running. "I thought the parking lot surveillance video wasn't clear enough for comparison."

This world is still relatively scientific in some aspects. Poor resolution is poor and can be sharpened and adjusted, but there is no such thing as magical black technology that can turn a mosaic into a high-definition photo by simply using software.

Alice looked very proud. "Yes, but I found a large truck parked opposite the Baudettes' vehicle through the parking lot video, and then asked the owner of the truck for his dashcam video."

"Well done." Seeing Jubal giving a thumbs up, Aubrey next to him also looked smug and proud, and no one knew what was going on.

Although Alice runs the recognition program remotely through a server located in the basement garage of the New York office, it takes time to get results due to the large amount of data.

Just as Jubal suggested that everyone go for a drink to celebrate, Jiejie received another report from the Alabama State Police that a home invasion and murder had occurred in a small town in Dallas County this morning.

Dallas County is located in the southwest of Alabama. Considering that the cases occurred one after another in Alabama, everyone had to say goodbye to Roscoe temporarily and leave Georgia for Montgomery.

Montgomery is the capital city of Alabama and one of the few relatively prosperous cities in the state, with a population of nearly 20.

After arriving here, the wanted criminal team split into two groups, Jubal and Alice went to the local office, while Jack and the rest continued west to Dallas County.

A local FBI agent was already waiting at the crime scene. When everyone arrived, the young white agent was standing in the small garden outside the house, hugging a tree and vomiting.

"Sorry, this is my first time on a scene." Gratefully taking the bottle of mineral water handed to him by Jiejie, the rookie agent apologized to everyone in shame.

Jack walked into the beautiful little house, and the smell of blood led him directly to the location of the body.

In the living room was a long dining table covered with an embroidered tablecloth. On a high-back chair at one end of the table was the victim of this incident, a somewhat obese old woman, tied up with tape.

The deceased's throat had been cut, and a trail of arterial blood spurted all the way to the other end of the dining table. A large number of flies were flying up and down above it, making a creepy buzzing sound.

Jack's eyes fell on a beautiful English bone china teacup in front of the dead man, in which was a piece of severed tongue.

"The postman knocked on the door to no avail, so he looked inside the window and immediately called the police. We and the local police station received your assistance notice regarding the murder of the truck driver, so we contacted you directly."

The rookie agent's face turned pale and he covered his mouth, trying hard not to vomit again.

"You'll get used to it." Clay patted his shoulder and comforted him, "How much do you know about the dead?"

"Not a lot." The rookie agent took out a notebook from his pocket and began to read from the book, "The deceased's name is Mary Strong. I asked the postman, and he said that she rarely went out and occasionally bought some daily necessities online.

There were almost no signs of the house being rummaged through, and the jewelry was all in the bedroom. I contacted her son and confirmed that there was no large amount of cash in the house.

At this time, Jack's cell phone rang. He opened it and was surprised to find that it was Cassel calling.

"What happened?" He answered the phone and walked out the door. The great writer knew that he was out of town handling a case and generally would not take the initiative to disturb him at this time.

Sure enough, Cassel's voice on the phone sounded a little depressed, "Jack, I think we need your help."

Jack glanced at his teammates who were busy in the room and asked, "Is it urgent?"

"Well, it's not very urgent, but I think we're in some big trouble." Cassel lowered his voice, as if he was talking to someone in hiding.

"When you say we, do you mean you and Beckett?" Jack vaguely guessed what it was about. Alexis had talked to him about her father before, and he had been busy helping Beckett investigate her mother's old case recently.

This was a very long plot line in the original series, running almost throughout the entire series, so Jack had no impression of it at all. He only remembered that the real murderer behind the scenes seemed to be a big shot.

"Yes, how long will it take for you to get back to New York? I'm a little worried about Beckett's safety." Cassel's voice sounded very worried, and his voice became lower and lower.

"It's hard to say, but I can come back immediately if necessary." Jack guessed that this guy was probably calling him secretly, so he didn't ask any more questions and answered readily.

"That's not necessary." Cassel swallowed and said hesitantly, "I think I might need some advice from you. Things are not going quite right, but it's not convenient to talk about it over the phone."

If he didn't know that this guy was the protagonist, Jack thought that based on this message alone, he would probably have no choice but to collect his body when he returned to New York.

"Send me the situation or information, and then contact NYPD Chief Frank Regan. Don't do anything until I come back. Do you understand?"

It seems that this case needs to be accelerated, Jack thought to himself after hanging up the phone.