I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

A few minutes later, Du Wensen patted Matthew on the shoulder with a palm. .

"Sergeant Ma, send someone to find a briefcase in the nearby trash can."

"What briefcase?" Matthew asked confused.

"There is no need to explain, as long as we get back the briefcase." Du Wensen lit a flue.

Matthew glanced at it and saw it was the cigarette in his pocket.

"Mr. Du, please explain so that we can cooperate with you!"

"Everything is before your eyes, but you turn a blind eye!" Du Wensen was helpless.

Matthew insisted: "Sorry, Mr. Du, we need your explanation."

"When Mexican drug dealers go out to do business, they usually like to bring a briefcase and pretend to be a successful person. It rained in the morning. His body was wet, but his hair was dry. This is enough to prove that he was I'm using my briefcase to protect myself from the rain."

"Wait! You mean the dead Mexican drug dealer? How do you know?" Matthew interrupted.

"In his blood..." Du Wensen pretended to lick it, showing an intoxicated look.

Matthew seemed to understand.

But he really didn't understand.

"Based on this, how could you guess that he is a Mexican drug dealer?"

"Look!" Du Wensen pointed to the stinking mixture and said, "His stomach and large intestine are all filled with fish and canned food. What is the place where a person can only eat these foods?"

"At sea! He drifted at sea for several days and just arrived in New York." Matthew suddenly understood.

Du Wensen nodded: "Congratulations, you got the answer right!"

Matthew had no choice but to look embarrassed and tell other police officers to find the briefcase.

And Du Wensen was already surrounded by reporters asking about how the case was solved.

"But the case hasn't been solved yet?"

Matthew wanted to warn Du Wensen not to reveal the details of the case, as the matter needed to be kept confidential, but just like he had warned him not to destroy the scene just now.

How could Du Wensen listen to him, and how could he control Du Wensen.

Half an hour later, a police officer actually found a worn briefcase.

Holding this briefcase, Matthew wanted to use his own ability to find some clues in it, but unfortunately it was a broken briefcase with no clues in it.

He had no choice but to find Du Wensen.

"Mr. Du, do you think it's this briefcase?"

Du Wensen tore open the briefcase bit by bit and found a string of letters on the inner layer.

Matthew: "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Nathan Christopher De Silva-Velasquez, great, that's him. Does anyone have a computer that I can lend me?" Du Wensen asked the reporter next to him.

A female reporter handed over a pink notebook.

"Oh! It's so cute!" Du Wensen took the computer and started to operate it.

Everyone is guessing what Du Wensen is going to do.

Until he called up a surveillance picture, pointed at a person in the picture and said: "Okay, this is the murderer!"

Wow~~~! For a moment, the crowd seemed to explode.

"Mr. Du, can you please explain? We don't understand." A reporter asked hurriedly.

"Of course!" Du Wensen smiled lightly.

"Everyone knows that Mexico has no secrets from the United States!"

"So if we want to find the identity information of a Mexican drug lord, we don't need to go to Mexico to find it. We only need to enter the FBI's database to find what we want."

Hearing this, Matthew's eyes darkened, he, he invaded the FBI.

Reporters don't care about this, they just want breaking news, and Du Wensen obviously satisfied everyone.

"I quickly found Nathan Christopher's phone number, and it was easy to find the murderer just by following the phone number," Du Vinson explained.

Seeing the reporters' expressions that seemed to understand, Matthew couldn't help but ask.

"Even if you know Nathan Christopher's phone number, it's impossible to determine who the murderer is! Is it just because this person has Nathan Christopher's phone number?"

"Chief Matthew, please send a message to this phone." Du Wensen demanded.

Matthew took out his phone in confusion.

"Nathan Chris, the delivery location has been temporarily changed. The latest delivery address is..." Du Wensen thought for a while and said, "Just write the address of your police station!"

Matthew trembled and almost dropped his phone on the ground.

"you?"

"What's wrong? Isn't it good that the prisoner will be sent to the door automatically?" Du Wensen asked strangely.

At this moment, Matthew only hated himself for being stupid.

He didn't want to say anything anymore and silently sent the message as Du Wensen said.

After a while, the man under surveillance took out his cell phone and looked at it, showing joy.

"He's not really going to the police station, is he?" a reporter couldn't help but ask.

Everyone wants to know this question.

Matthew, he looked at Du Vincent.

Du Wensen raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "If you want to praise me, you can say it loudly!"

Immediately, reporters seized this wonderful moment and took pictures frantically.

In the photo, Vincent Du's evil smile is in sharp contrast to Matthew's angry expression.

"Mr. Du, please explain how you did it!" Matthew said, resisting the urge to hit someone.

Du Wensen opened his mouth, and a crowd of cameras turned on him.

"My guess!"

"..."

"As a drug dealer, the deceased came here smuggled in, so he must have had a lot of current "goods" with him. And the murderer took these goods and found that his mobile phone could contact the buyer. Isn't it obvious what he would do? ?" Du Wensen sighed.

"What if he just happened to pick up the phone?" Matthew said unwillingly.

Du Wensen looked at Matthew in surprise.

"Am I carrying the aura of mental retardation with me?"

The reporters on the side laughed loudly, and one reporter replied: "Chief, I think if that person is the one who found the mobile phone, he will call to inquire after seeing the message you sent."

Matthew was furious.

"Pierce, tell everyone to retreat!"

"Chief, what should we do at this scene?" Pierce came over and asked.

Matthew reprimanded loudly: "The case has been solved. The murderer is almost at the police station. What else is needed? Let them remove the isolation and take the body back."

He had never been so frustrated. He had been busy for five days and could not find even a single suspect. However, Du Wensen actually determined the location of the murderer in less than an hour and let the murderer surrender himself?

He vowed that after the case was solved, he never wanted to see Du Wensen again.

but now……

"Mr. Du, can you go with us to the police station to identify the murderer?"

"But I don't like taking a taxi!" Du Wensen hesitated.

Matthew's mouth twitched and he said, "We have other vehicles."

Half an hour later, Du Wensen arrived at the police station in the extended Lincoln that Matthew rented for a thousand dollars.