Chapter 394 Rocky Mountain Oysters

It was still the familiar process of stripping and scrubbing. A temporary tent was set up, and Jack and Emily awkwardly carried out the cleaning work with only a curtain separated them.

In fact, the only one who was really embarrassed was Jack. Emily just patted his well-defined chest muscles and praised her best friend Jie Jie for being lucky.

The source of radiation was also found. A thumb-sized light green glass crystal was placed in an old jewelry box. Experts suspected that it was a product similar to "Alamogordo glass" and was produced in the nuclear explosion center. .

In 1945, when the first atomic bomb in human history exploded in the desert near Alamogordo, New Mexico, the huge energy melted the quartz in the sand, forming this glass crystal with nuclear radiation.

Subsequent nuclear explosion experiments in the desert would produce similar glass crystals, which were even used to make jewelry in an era when the dangers of nuclear radiation were unclear.

It seemed that the appearance of this radiation source was just an accident. After CDC experts confirmed that it did not cause harm to the surrounding environment and items, Jack and Emily rushed back to Denver with a large box of women's clothing evidence.

Diana Foster, the female real estate agent who was killed, was found naked. Jiejie contacted her relatives, who provided a description of the clothes she was wearing before she disappeared.

Then Emily found the clothes that once belonged to Diana Foster among the pile of women's clothes that had been manually altered several sizes. They were also covered with jingles.

"So, how many victims might there be?" Although Gil Moss was trying her best to conceal her excitement this time, Jack, who had already seen through her, still noticed her slightly trembling calves.

"We don't know yet, but it is very likely that he is a serial killer. Jack, please inform Garcia to expand the screening scope to include all cases of missing and murdered women in several surrounding states. We must be prepared to face another 'green' River's killer's mental preparation."

Hotchner ordered.

"Is it possible that he is bisexual? Considering that he may have purchased some of these women's clothes himself." Gil Moss meant that possible male victims should also be included in the screening.

Rhett interjected, "Actually, most transvestites are straight, especially among transvestites."

So cross-dressing men, especially those who like to take the initiative, are actually heterosexuals who should be burned to death? Jack rubbed his chin in thought and learned another piece of trivia.

"I think that although it has been a long time, we can still try to investigate the crime scene at that time. After all, it is a basement. As long as it has not been remodeled, there should be some traces left."

Since Jack's forensic science skill was upgraded to proficient, his hands are itchy and he really wants to be promoted to master as soon as possible.

Thinking of meeting the CSI gang again in the future, I am a master of psychology who is proficient in on-site investigation and forensic knowledge, and can be called a perfect hexagonal warrior.

When the time comes, I will show off my skills and amaze everyone. The picture will not be too beautiful, and it can also be included in the crime novel I just started.

He has thought about it. If any readers doubt that the protagonist is too omnipotent, he can show up and speak out, and the public will slap him in the face and pretend again.

But Jack soon regretted his proposal. The city where the crime was committed, Pagosa Springs, was further away from Denver than the small city where the rental warehouse was located, which meant that he would spend more than half of his time tomorrow. on the way.

It was another late day after work, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening when everyone got out of the meeting. As the loser of the bet with Emily, Jack invited everyone to have a late-night snack at a steakhouse known as "Denver's oldest restaurant."

The last time we investigated the plane crash, the emergency command center was located near a remote town. Everyone basically ate fast food. This time it was rare to stay in a big city like Denver, so of course we couldn't treat our stomachs badly anymore.

After experiencing a false alarm today and in urgent need of delicious food to soothe her heart, Emily enthusiastically pointed out the menu and ordered all the special dishes in this local restaurant.

What about "Rocky Mountain Oysters", "Beef Bone Marrow", "Honey Pizza" that made Rosie frown, and "Smoked Rattlesnake".

Jiejie calmly returned the phone to Jack. Someone had just Googled what "Rocky Mountain Oyster" was and handed the phone to her to look at.

Then the two guys held back their evil smiles, preparing to see Emily's wonderful expression.

Soon after, the smiling waitress brought over a large plate of what looked like fried chicken nuggets, dotted with lemon slices and freshly fried French fries, along with a small dish of chili sauce.

"Can oysters be fried?" Emily couldn't wait to pick up a piece, dipped it in chili sauce and took a bite. The movement was so fast that Rosie, who was about to ask, swallowed what she wanted to say.

The restaurant was recommended by Rossi, so he naturally knew what Emily ordered.

"It tastes like squid."

The delicious food on her hands was wiped out in two or three bites. Emily picked up another piece and was about to continue, but she was made a little uncomfortable by the strange looks that everyone looked at her.

"Emily, haven't you ever thought about why in an inland area like Denver, a 'seafood' becomes a special dish?"

Jiejie was still soft-hearted and kindly gave her best friend a hint.

"Is there any problem?" Emily felt a little frightened by her unwillingness to talk, and subconsciously put down the "fried oyster" in her hand.

Jiejie leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words, which made the latter's expression suddenly change. He pushed the dinner plate hard, covered his mouth and let out a burst of retching, and rushed to the bathroom.

"Isn't it just fried penis? Why is there such a big reaction?" In the spirit of not wasting food, Jack took the plate of "Rocky Mountain Oysters" that was originally placed in front of Emily.

The so-called "Rocky Mountain oysters" have nothing to do with seafood. They are beef or sheep "whips" that are cut into strange shapes and then wrapped in flour and fried.

In fact, it tastes pretty good. The chef handled it very well. There is no particularly strange taste. The texture is also great. It is standard crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Denver is also rich in peaches, and the local winery uses peach juice to make wine. The peach-flavored brandy is quite good. After tasting it, Jack plans to buy a box to take home, so that he can have pre-dinner drinks for dinner guests in the future.

As for the other whiskey with a small green pepper flavor, he could only reject it because the taste of this thing was a bit too cultish.

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After a night's rest, Jack quietly slipped out of the clean room at 6 a.m., went back to wash up, and then went next door to call Rosie. The two had breakfast in the hotel restaurant before 7 a.m. Just drove on the road.

Sorry, I seem to have a bit of a fever today. I just rushed out after finishing dinner in this chapter and will start the next chapter immediately.