Robbery and Murder Division, 1st Squadron.

Nine in the morning.

Luke walked into the office and saw everyone gathered together, discussing something excitedly.

"Hey guys, what did I miss?"

"No, you came just in time." Xiao Hei waved, "Come here quickly, our customized revolver is back, it's super handsome."

Luke walked over and asked, "Do you have mine?"

"Of course, everyone has one." Xiao Hei shook the revolver in his hand and blew on the muzzle.

The revolver is very handsome, with a silver barrel, a wooden handle, and a matching holster.

There were eight exquisite wooden boxes on the table, some opened and some unopened. The deputy pushed an unopened wooden box to Luke, "Captain, this is yours."

"Thank you." Luke opened the wooden box and inside was a silver revolver with a holster. It was heavy, well-made and had a good grip. "This revolver is good, I like it."

When Luke was about to change his gun, he also considered whether to change to a large-caliber revolver, but after careful consideration, he finally chose the Nighthawk 1911.

The advantages of the revolver are obvious, but the shortcomings are also very prominent. Not only is the magazine capacity small, but changing bullets is cumbersome. Unlike the pistol, the magazine can be changed directly.

The second point is that the air tightness is poor, there is a certain gap between the barrel and the runner, and smoke and air leakage will occur when shooting.

However, as a souvenir collection, the revolver is still very good.

Luke played with it for a while and put it back into the wooden box, preparing to put it in the weapons arsenal of his new home.

The deputy looked at Luke and pointed at the gun on his body, "Speaking of customization...is the gun you are carrying a customized Nighthawk 1911?"

"Yeah, someone finally noticed that I changed my gun." Luke smiled. After getting the 1911 back from the Nighthawk Gun Store, Luke got familiar with it for a while. He just officially changed the gun a few days ago, making this gun a

Your own main battle weapon.

The deputy team member showed an envious look, "I have always wanted a customized 1911, but I never had the chance to go to Arkansas. Did you go to customize it some time ago?"

Luke explained, "No no, Nighthawk also has a branch in Los Angeles. You can go there to customize it. After it is made in Arkansas, it will be mailed to Los Angeles.

If there are no special requirements, it will only take about a week, which is very convenient.”

The deputy team leader became more interested and rubbed his hands, "Can I take a look?"

"Normally this is not possible, but... today is an exception." Luke took off the Nighthawk 1911 from the holster and handed it to the deputy.

Raymond also came over and said, "Let me take a look too."

"Of course, everyone can watch it if they are interested, but only today, no..." Luke glanced at his watch, "Only for twenty minutes."

This is not because Luke is stingy. The gun is what the police officer needs to eat and save his life. Unless he is the person with whom he has the closest relationship, he will not touch it, let alone look at it.

This Nighthawk 1911 is so classic and is the dream of many men. That’s why the deputy team and Raymond asked to see Luke’s pistol. Otherwise, they would not have made such a request.

As for why they don’t buy one themselves, the main reason is that the customized Nighthawk 1911 is more expensive.

At some point, Rhett walked into the office and asked everyone, "Guys, are you satisfied with the customized revolver?"

The deputy shrugged, "The workmanship is okay, but I still prefer this Nighthawk 1911."

Rhett was a little surprised, "Deputy team, is this your new gun?"

"I hope so." The deputy team member sighed and reluctantly returned Nighthawk 1911 to Luke.

Red patted Luke on the shoulder and said, "This gun is good and suits you very well."

Luke took a piece of khaki cloth and wiped the pistol indifferently, then put it into the holster, "Director, you came here early in the morning, it's not about the gun, right?"

"Yes, there are new eucalyptus seeds.

Guys, we are quite busy."

…

Talip Community.

A police cordon was set up around a gray two-story villa, four police cars were parked around it, and several patrol officers were maintaining order.

A black SUV slowly stopped on the side of the road. Luke got out of the passenger seat, glanced around habitually, pinned his police badge to his chest, and walked towards the gray villa.

As soon as he walked near the police cordon, a young white police officer took the initiative to say hello, "Sir, I heard that the Robbery and Murder Division was going to take over the case. I didn't expect it to be you."

Luke looked at the young white police officer, "Do we know each other?"

The white police officer was a little shy and said, "No, I've only seen you on TV. I know the big guns you've solved. You're awesome. You're my idol."

"Thank you." Luke smiled politely, "Man, what do you call me?"

"My name is Jamie Regan, and I'm a police officer from the Central Precinct."

"Nice to meet you, Jamie, can you tell me about the situation at the scene?"

"It's my honor." Jamie Regan organized his speech. "At 8:30 in the morning, my partner and I were patrolling nearby. We received a mission from the main station that a deceased person was found in a nearby resident's home. Then, for the first time, we

Come and check it out as soon as possible.

A deceased male was indeed found in the bedroom on the first floor of the house, and then we reported it to the main station."

"Who is the reporter?"

"Clint Mann, he is the owner of the house, he is in the yard." Jamie Regan pointed to a middle-aged man sitting in the yard.

"OK, I'll go talk to him. See you later, Jimmy."

"yes, sir."

Luke walked into the yard and looked Clint Mann up and down.

He is a white man, about thirty years old, looking a little tired, "Mr. Clint Mann."

The man stood up and looked at Luke, "Yeah, it's me."

"My name is Luke Lee, captain of the Robbery and Murder Division. I am responsible for investigating this case."

Clint Mann asked, "Sir, when can that body be removed? I'm really having a hard time accepting that...

The body of a stranger turned up in our house."

"Don't worry, the forensic doctor has arrived at the scene and will dispose of the body soon." Luke reassured and asked, "Do you know the deceased?"

"No, I don't know him at all."

"Then why did the body appear in your house?"

"I don't know either. My family and I were traveling and took a flight back to Los Angeles last night. I just returned home early this morning... and found the body."

"When was the exact time the body was found?"

"It was about 8:20, then I called the police."

"Who was there?"

"And my family.

After we got home, we found that things in the living room had been tampered with. I thought it was a thief, so I checked other rooms, and found a man lying on the bed in the bedroom on the first floor. His face looked very abnormal, and nothing happened when I called him.

Don’t dare to get too close...just call the police immediately.”

"Who is your family? Where have they gone?"

"My wife, son and daughter.

I was worried about scaring them, so I asked them to rest at the neighbor's house next door." Clint Mann pointed to a villa diagonally opposite.

Luke called Jenny and asked her to take notes for Clint Mann's family. Then, Luke continued to ask Clint Mann, "Where did you travel and how many days did you go?"

"We participated in the Guam one-week tour program of West Travel Agency. We left on July 3rd, and today is the 10th."

"Does anyone know that your family is going on a trip?"

"Many people know that our relatives, friends, and neighbors have sent our dog to a pet boarding center. We originally planned to pick it up right after we dropped off our luggage, but now... we can only wait.

Sir, I hope you will remove the body as soon as possible."

"We will." Luke simply recorded in his notebook and asked, "Does your family know the deceased?"

Clint Mann shook his head, "I don't know."

Luke asked, "Is it because I don't recognize him? Or because I didn't identify him?"

"My son is only ten years old and my daughter is only eight years old. There is no way I would let them see the body. It would be too scary."

"I can understand you, but this person died in your home, and your family probably knew him. According to the procedure, we need to ask your family to identify him." Seeing that the other party did not express any response, Luke continued,

"We will not let the children identify the body directly, but look at photos of the deceased before they were alive."

Clint Mann nodded, "OK, I... will talk to them."

"By the way, have any valuables been lost at your home?"

"No."

"Has anyone broken in before?"

"No."
To be continued...