Chapter 74 Corpse Smell
"10-A-11, Code 7 meal break."

"Roger that!"

"..."

Noon time.

Kino took two sandwiches from the small shop owner. Yorks looked at the owner with enthusiasm, raised his hand to signal the owner who was retreating, and took the sandwiches handed over by Kino.

"Sometimes when you want to do something, they are your eyes and your surveillance cameras." York opened the sandwich packaging, took a big bite, and said to Kino.

"Since you eat their food, you also have the responsibility to maintain peace here for them. It's mutually beneficial."

In fact, these foods are all free, which is the cleverness of the small shop owners. They will use this benefit in disguise to attract some patrolmen to come and eat.

This will indirectly improve the public security here and make customers feel that the store is safe.

There are even some smart bosses who would reserve some seats for patrol officers on night shift at night, allowing them to get off the car and rest. They would also be responsible for providing them with delicious food or other entertainment to help them pass the time and deal with the evening's garbage time until they get off work.

Because just a small price can keep him safe on dangerous nights.

Kino nodded, thought for a moment to show that he understood, glanced at the small shop opposite the car, then looked at the sandwich in his hand, opened the package and took a bite.

"So, sir, are you preparing for the position of detective?" Kino asked.

York glanced at him and asked, "Is this what you thought, or where did you know it from?"

Jinuo avoided her gaze and whispered, "This is something that I and my peers will discuss. Valeria said that you are the only one who can go up among the officers."

York's mouth twitched. He didn't even need to think about it. It must be this guy Taribo who was discussing or evaluating his colleagues in the patrol department with Valeria.

After all, patrol officers can kill boring and tedious patrol time by chatting with their partners.

York said calmly: "Stop talking about me."

Kino answered loudly: "Yes! Sir!"

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"10-A-11, resume patrol."

"Roger that!"

After they finished eating, they continued to work.

Under the command of York, with Kino driving, the patrol continued.

For most of the day, apart from sending out a few orders to increase the police station's revenue and catching a provocative fool, they didn't receive any police reports, so it was quite relaxing.

Apart from dealing with some minor matters, the daily life of a patrolman is so boring. He is either on patrol, standing on the street to kill time, or drinking coffee and chatting with people he meets on the street.

Although some police alerts were received through the intercom during the journey, they were not nearby and were sent by the dispatch center to other colleagues who were closest to them.

In fact, whether in the previous life or this parallel world, although the Free State seems to be flooded with guns and violent crimes are endless, the division of labor has nothing to do with many patrol officers.

Major cases are not the responsibility of street patrol officers, and even the probability of them involving shootings is lower than that of the above people.

What he said before was also true. According to data provided by the police department, more than half of the front-line patrol officers in this country have never actually fired a gun in their entire career.

Olha said it well, if there is really something, just call SWAT. Like the shooting case that Taribo encountered when he was supporting his colleagues from other branches and asked him to come for support, it was purely an accident and the probability of that happening was too low.

The shootings that are widely reported in the newspapers, the number of deaths and the number of times they occur are pitifully small compared to other events.

In this country where guns are rampant, more people are killed by homeowners defending themselves against intruders than by police. So there is a reason why Taribo says he has a bad luck constitution.

It was so unlucky that just when he was thinking about this, the voice of the young lady from the dispatch center rang through the intercom.

"10-Adam (two-man patrol unit)-11, Code 2 (routine incident, no lights or sirens required), someone reported an odor coming from apartment B at 322 Acocks."

Kino, who had been driving to the point of feeling bored, suddenly perked up and looked at York.

Yorks had already picked up the intercom: "10-A-11 received, coming over immediately to handle it."

After saying that, the corresponding map appeared on the brand new laptop.

"Let's go." York put down the walkie-talkie and said calmly.

"For a police report like this, it could be that there is trash in the house, or it could be a false alarm like before, for the purpose of revenge, or of course it could be something else."

"Like what?"

Kino blinked, glanced at the map that appeared on his notebook, turned the steering wheel and drove towards his destination.

Yorks lay back in the seat and looked out the front window and said, "The body is decomposing and starting to rot."

Hearing this, Jinuo inexplicably imagined the relevant scene and his breathing became heavier.

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322 Acocks.

The Explorer patrol car stopped on the quiet street. York took Kino out of the car and glanced at the surrounding environment.

The location here is better than the Korenweik neighborhood because the apartment buildings here are not those large rental apartment buildings managed by companies with a mix of good and bad people, but single apartment buildings that real homeowners rent out to increase their income.

Seeing a middle-aged man with an artistic sense, messy hair like a bird's nest and very casual clothes walking towards him, Yorks withdrew his gaze from an apartment building in front and looked at him.

"Did you call the police?"

"Yes, officer!" said the middle-aged man.

"Lead the way." York gestured.

The middle-aged man immediately turned around and led the way, and York and Kino followed.

"Officer! Do you smell this odor?" The middle-aged man said to York. "This stench is simply torture. I can smell it no matter how far away I am. It affects my work and I can't concentrate."

York took a look at the paint on his body and roughly guessed his identity as a painter, but it was indeed as the person who called the police said, the air was filled with a very strange smell.

It smells like a mixture of rotten eggs, dry toilets, and rotten rats. It's also a bit like rotting junk food or 100 rotten eggs left for 100 days.

York pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at a small apartment that was getting closer and closer. The building had a garage downstairs and living rooms upstairs, and his brows were furrowed.

He was somewhat familiar with this smell.

If I'm not mistaken, this is the foul smell emitted by a corpse when it begins to rot.

"Is this your house?" When York arrived downstairs of the apartment building, he became more certain that the smell was that of a corpse, and asked with a frown.

The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, officer."

York gave Kino, who was beginning to feel a little nauseous, a look, pulled out his 92fs service pistol and walked towards the stairs next to the apartment building.

(End of this chapter)