Chapter 193 Clue
After the words were spoken, first of all, most of the technicians did not move, but just concentrated on the task in front of them, taking pictures or wiping with cotton swabs to collect evidence.

Only a man who was about thirty years old, with a Mediterranean hairstyle, came out with a folder in his hand.

If York was present, he would easily recognize who this person was.

Santiago was the technician who was previously responsible for witnessing the Blood Wolf Gang's annihilation of the West Coast Wolf Clan.

He walked all the way to Gregory and Chris, looked at the documents on the folder, and spoke.

"The one you saw in the kitchen was indeed blood."

Gregory nodded: "The moment I saw it for the first time, I thought it was blood."

Santiago raised his hand as if to measure the height: "Normally speaking, it's not surprising to get cuts when preparing food, but it's obviously too high.

Regardless, whether it was from preparing food or getting hurt while playing, the blood would not have splashed to such a high altitude. "

Gregory and Chris exchanged glances. What Santiago said was very clear. The bloodstains on the cabinet were very suspicious, and other possibilities could not be ruled out, such as homicide.

Santiago noticed the looks on Gregory and Chris's faces and tapped on the folder board, "If it's at night, we'll do a luminol reaction to detect the bloodstains, so we can observe the fluorescence phenomenon more clearly."

Gregory shrugged and said, "So?"

"It looks like this case is urgent?" said Santiago.

Gregory: "Santiago, this is a missing persons case. We need to race against time."

Santiago nodded: "So now we want to try a new technology, infrared imaging technology,
It can capture the presence of bloodstains through infrared images without destroying the shape of the bloodstains, and can even detect bloodstains diluted to extremely low concentrations.
The only drawback is that it may not be able to detect very old or severely damaged bloodstains; in addition, in some special cases (such as bloodstains covered or contaminated by other substances), infrared imaging technology may not provide accurate results. "

Gregory understood what Santiago meant. If he was in a hurry, he could use this technology. If he was not in a hurry, he could just mix various technical tests. In this way, the traces detected would be more comprehensive.

"I've already given you my answer. How many minutes will it take to get the result?"

Santiago nodded. "Normally it takes anywhere from a few minutes to dozens of minutes. Looking at the scene and the extent of the bloodstains, I estimate we'll know what's going on in the kitchen in about ten minutes."

Gregory nodded: "OK."

After receiving the reply, Santiago called out a name and asked the technicians in the kitchen to start the testing work immediately.

Then he led Gregory and Chris toward the stairs: "In fact, in addition to the kitchen and the coffee table in the living room, there are even stranger places."

Gregory nodded. The police station's darlings were definitely better at on-site investigation and evidence collection. Of course, everyone has their own expertise, so solving the case was naturally the responsibility of these detectives.

"What do you mean?"

Santiago waved his hand and led the way:

"Come with me."

Gregory and Chris followed behind, going up the stairs, passing by several technicians, and finally followed Santiago to a room, and then continued to pass by the technicians here and came to the cloakroom inside.

"There is a letter lying in her underwear closet."

Santiago pointed to a cabinet inside, the top layer of which had already been opened.

Gregory naturally took out a glove from his pocket and put it on as he walked over. Finally, he found a letter on top of the layers of panties. Gregory reached out and picked it up, turned it over, and then frowned.

When I turned the envelope in my hand over, there were only three words on it.

That’s clue one.

Gregory turned to face Chris and said calmly, "Very good, we have our first clue. It looks like we may need to go back and have a formal talk with them."
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After waiting for the results of the kitchen forensics, Gregory and Chris stood in the large living room and began to try to study the envelope marked with clue one.

Gregory did not hesitate. He put on gloves and began to slowly unpack the letter. In fact, the letter did not have a sealing sticker, which meant that he only needed to pull out the sealing sticker to reveal the truth of the letter.

After unlocking it, there was a card inside.

"No wonder I always feel that if it is a piece of letter paper, it is too hard." Gregory said, silently reading the words on the card.

[Although this is a narrow road that is difficult to turn around, it is still the hotbed of my favorite authors. See you after school? Then you are welcome. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two.]
After reading it, Gregory closed the envelope again and looked at Chris who was already in deep thought beside him and asked.

"What do you think this means?"

Chris said, "You know what I just heard? After school? Teaching? Putting these two words together, I thought of the community college where the caller Jonathan was studying. Isn't he teaching painting there?"

Gregory raised his eyebrows slightly: "I just thought of this."

Chris said, "Do you want to tell York?"

Perhaps he had found a secret weapon out there, Gregory smiled and said, “Why not?”

Chris shrugged, left the scene, took out her cell phone, started looking for York's phone number, and called him.

Fortunately, York had just arrived home when he received a call from Chris.

"Chris, you don't want me to sneak in, do you?" Yorks, who had just been preparing to organize the ultra-high-definition filming equipment, said speechlessly.

"I'm a future police detective star, not a thief."

Hearing this, Chris, who was standing in front of the French window of the villa, couldn't help but smile and said soothingly, "This is not a thief, Yorks. If you want to become a future detective star, I think you should not miss this step.

Jonathan is still at the police station, so now is the best time, York."

York's mouth twitched: "What if there is nothing there?"

Chris said, “Maybe?”

"OK! OK!" York said helplessly, "You have to pay me overtime."

Chris smiled and said, "Besides, we are waiting for your good news."

York wanted to say something, but Chris had already hung up the phone, leaving him looking at the various ultra-high-definition camera equipment on the table in front of him with a raised eyebrow.

"Narrow road? Difficult to turn? Hotbed? Am I thinking dirty?

Could it be that this couple has this kind of hobby?"

(End of this chapter)