Marcus asked softly, "How's it going?"

Luke gave a thumbs up, "Very good. Keep it up."

Marcus continued, "To the person inside, listen up, we've already identified you, we know what you've done, and the police haven't revealed your name in order to protect your privacy..."

With a "click," the door opened.

A curly-haired Caucasian man walked out, looking bewildered at the outside, "Wow, wow... what are you doing, why have you blocked off my house?

Hey, hey, don't point your guns at me...

I don't have any weapons."

This sudden move took the police by surprise, "LAPD!"

"Raise your hands."

"Don't come closer, put your hands on your head, get down on the ground."

"Don't move your hands, place them where I can see them..."

Amid the police's shouting, the curly-haired man seemed nervous and stammered, "Hey... I'm a good guy... I don't have any weapons.

I came out because I heard the shouting..."

Little Black shouted, "Hey, don't come any closer, put your hands on your head, get down!"

"You can't order me around like that, this is my house, it's you who have intruded, leave my house immediately." The curly-haired man said uneasily, with a hint of anger, waving his hands frantically.

"Damn it, raise your hands!"

"Don't move!"

The movements of the curly-haired man made the police tense.

"It's you who should lower your guns, don't step on my lawn, leave immediately..." the curly-haired man pointed at the police with his right hand, his left hand on his hip, just a few centimeters from his shirt pocket.

This gesture made the police even more tense.

"Raise your left hand."

"Put your hands on your head, get down."

The curly-haired man took a few more steps forward, becoming increasingly agitated, and reached into his pocket, "You've broken into my home, trampled my lawn.

I'm going to report this, you have no right to do this..."

"Bang!" A police officer fired.

The Taser hit the curly-haired man.

The curly-haired man trembled all over and fell onto the lawn, quieting down.

Two officers approached, cuffed him, and searched him.

They pulled out an apple phone from his left shirt pocket.

"No weapons."

Luke stepped forward and asked, "What's your name?"

The curly-haired man slowly came to his senses and gasped, "Ah, that hurts... I'm going to sue you."

"You should be grateful we didn't use a real gun. Answer my previous question."

"Jamie Robinson."

"You live here?"

"Yes."

"Do you know Suri Shamari?"

"No."

"Think carefully."

"Really never heard of them."

"Anyone else in the house?"

"No one else."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, just me alone."

"The police arrived at the scene twenty minutes ago, why didn't you come out?"

"I didn't hear."

John added, "Impossible, we were yelling."

"I was playing video games at the time, the sound in the headphones was very loud."

John said, "We also heard you talking, threatening us to enter the house, or you'd finish us off."

"I said, I was playing games, a shooting game. It was directed at people in the game, not at you."

John "..."

Luke gathered his thoughts, feeling something wasn't quite right, but he wasn't completely convinced by Jamie Robinson's words and asked, "Are you sure there's no one else in the house?"

"No."

"No homicides occurred?"

"Absolutely not, I was just playing games, how could anything so terrible happen."

"Then why did someone call the police saying there was a homicide at your house?"

"I don't know."

"Can we search your home?"

"Can I refuse?"

"No."

"Don't damage my personal belongings, especially my computer."

"Don't worry, we'll be careful."

After that, Luke had Jamie Robinson taken to the police car for custody, and asked several team members, "What do you think?"

Jackson said, "Could the caller have gotten the address wrong?"

Jenny said, "Victims can indeed give the wrong address under stress and fear."

Thinking it over, Luke assigned tasks, "Raymond and the patrol officers will stay outside on guard.

The rest of you follow me in through the front door.

Everyone must be careful."

"Yes, sir."

The team put on bulletproof vests and entered the house through the front door for the search.

"Living room clear."

"East side clear."

"Bathroom clear."

"West side room clear."

...

Quickly, under Luke's lead, the team swept through the house, finding no suspicious people and no obvious bloodstains.

Luke didn't make any snap judgments, holstered his weapon, and prepared to examine the house carefully.

Luke focused on the west side bedroom, which was messy with a bed, a wardrobe, a computer, takeout boxes, and a certain odor in the air.

Luke checked all the wardrobes in the room but found no other people.

This big commotion ended up being for nothing, which was quite embarrassing.

Jackson said, "From the victim calling the police to the time we entered the room, at least forty to fifty minutes have passed, could the suspect have cleaned up the scene?"

Luke shook his head, "According to the victim's statement, there were bloodstains everywhere in the house, and someone was injured. Even if the suspect had time to clean up the scene, there would be a smell of disinfectant left behind.

But all we smell here are stinky socks and dirty clothes; this isn't the crime scene.

Even if something happened, it's different from what the victim described."

Jackson turned on the computer screen, "It is indeed a popular shooting game, I play it occasionally too.

If resident Jamie Robinson isn't lying and he was indeed just playing the game, not harming anyone, then this isn't the crime scene.

Could it be like I guessed before, that the victim got the address wrong?"

Luke glanced at his watch, "If that's the case, then we've wasted too much time..."

Every extra minute puts the hostages in more danger.

The atmosphere grew tense once again.

Little Black shrugged, "Guys, don't be nervous, it might just be a prank.

Some jerks like to make fake calls; it could be the same this time."

Luke instructed, "Jackson, you take a team to search the neighborhood, see if there's a black pickup parked in any other yards.

Marcus, contact the 911 dispatch center, investigate the emergency call and the number that made it."

"Yes, sir."

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