"Hmph, your fists and feet, make do with things, deal with those policemen, more than enough, there are many ways to torture them, and you don't talk revealing......" Satan said thoughtfully like a boss, slowly spinning, pinching his chin.

Right now, it's urgent to reduce mistakes and leave no clues for the police, but who can guarantee that these guys don't leave clues.

Ono, that is, Zhang Ye naturally whistled, it was a popular tune among cowboys in the American West, and after a few blows, he started singing, and then aimed at Huang Mao, and he didn't stutter at all when he opened his mouth, "The surname Huang is your hand first, if it weren't for Yueshao and us to stop him, that police captain and that old man would have killed you a long time ago." ”

In such a long sentence, he didn't stutter at all, and waited until the doctor spoke, "That guy is a poor ghost who can't be an official and eats wages, it's worthless to kill him, it's not that I Ono stopped you." ”

Huang Mao was anxious by the two of them, and he had long forgotten why these two people let Huang Danian go.

At that time, Zhang Ye felt that Lao Huang was like a veteran who loved soldiers like children, and the doctor knew that he had taken care of many poor students back then, so he was moved by pity, so he let him go.

Huang Mao looked at everyone's fierce gaze, swished, took out a sharp dagger, aimed it at his chest, and shouted angrily, "Satan, let's say it, labor and management don't need you to start, go first, no one owes anyone, the key is that I don't owe the godfather." ”

He is going to go down with a knife and kill himself.

Mr. Satan sneered, a look of disdain flashed across his face, and he glanced at Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye was staring at Huang Mao, and suddenly glanced behind him, there should be some emergency over there, Huang Mao turned his head. After a distraction, Zhang Ye had already arrived in front of him, took the dagger, and Lao Huang's hand was forcefully carried by Zhang Ye, dragged to the ground, and stabbed.

Zhang Ye chopped off one of his fingers, threw the fingers aside, and said lightly, "Stop the bleeding and bandage him first, and feed the fingers to the dog." ”

It seems that Satan is about to go on a killing spree tonight, and a solemn-looking medical staff outside has already come in and taken Huang Mao to emergency treatment.

After a while, Huang Mao, who had bandaged his fingers, was brought in, except for the blood loss, his face was a little pale, and he still looked not afraid of death.

Zhang Ye had already found a good place for him, pointed to the place in front of Satan, and shouted, "This, this, this, you, you are ...... Mr."

He stuttered again, he said seriously, nervously, and super funny, listening to the fat girl, the doctor first covered his mouth, and then couldn't help laughing quietly, even the painful Lao Huang couldn't stand it, and anxiously asked, "Are you kneeling here?" ”

He knelt there, and as soon as he knelt down, he was about to threaten Satan and Zhang Ye, asking them if they were just these two times, if that was the case, the matter would be over, but when he knelt down on both knees, he only felt a wave of electricity coming......

In his peripheral vision, the color of this carpet is not the same as that elsewhere, and he can't see it at all if he doesn't look closely, but it's just a little thicker, and there should be wires inside.

For a while, the blue electric light on his knees flashed non-stop, dazzling, frightened, and in pain, his facial features were first hideous, and then he hugged his head and begged for mercy.

After tossing him like this for a while, Mr. Satan waved his hand at Zhang Ye, and someone turned off the power, put Huang Mao, who was about to die, aside, and poured cold mineral water on his head.

"The surname Huang, the punishment is over here, give you a chance to perform, say, how do you carry it?" Seeing that Mr. Satan's face improved, the fat girl asked Huang Maodao.

This guy is old and ugly, and she has always hated it, so she spoke directly for Mr. Satan.

"Hmph, my fingers are gone, so naturally you can put things on me, ...... in my house" Huang Mao said with a complicated expression, still without losing the ferocity of a bandit.

"Yes, yes, no, in the house, it's the physical disappearance......" Zhang Ye saw that he was not completely convinced, and stumbled to correct it.

He was doing bad things with good intentions, but he was adding to the chaos, and the doctor who made it added neatly next to him, "It's a physical disappearance, it's hiding, don't appear for a month." ”

Huang Mao looked at them fiercely, and said coldly, "This kind of thing is a bit troublesome, there are cameras in many places, and those people in the police station will find an excuse to search from house to house, ordinary people can't survive, Lao Huang is fine......"

The guy didn't say what to do, Satan became more and more convinced of him from the subtle changes in his eyes, he could definitely do it.

But this guy raised a new question: he was hiding, but there were so many people present at the time, it was impossible not to leave any marks, such as fingerprints, footprints, and appearances. These can be traced.

"Stupid, you're not even as good as a bandit, a pig with no brains, the doctor has already researched it, going in and out, constantly changing, not taking the usual way, and ......" The fat girl emptily lit his head, full of disdain.

In the beginning, some of them studied through news reports and various materials to thoroughly study the number, equipment, speed, and even the methods that the police would generally adopt in response to this situation, and it seemed that this was one of the links.

From the beginning of the plan, they took it step by step and carefully planned.

Lao Huang took out a cigarette, anxious to know what else they could do, and saw the doctor take out something as thin as a cicada's wing, raise it at him, and show off coawardly, "The fingerprints I made, each of them has ......"

"You're the top bag, so, not yours. The fat girl grabbed Bai Dao next to him.

Huang Mao was in front of a group of geniuses, his embarrassed face was red and white, and when he caught up with the dyeing workshop, he immediately laughed, "It's okay, I'm going to throw the pot out first, there are more prisoners, the money is in place, and some people do it." ”

They are a group of peerless saboteurs, the natural enemies of the police, who can analyze the law of action of the police from a sentence or a photo, or the equipment situation, which brings a big problem to the detection of the case.

The key is that this kind of case has never appeared in Linhai City, and some of the measures taken by the police are not urgent, let alone the experience of dealing with them.

However, from the moment the case occurred, the city bureau investigated, visited, reviewed, and transferred abroad...... In addition to those on duty, hundreds of police officers have been used in this, and in Guo Zhongming's words, even if they dig three feet into the ground, they have to find valuable clues.

Zhou Jian, as a party to the case, has always been looked for by various groups, unlike Shao Shuai, he can always find a chance to leave, but he can't do this, he can only provide clues to his peers and explain the situation.

He called Fang Tianyu's mobile phone several times, but Fang Tianyu didn't answer.

Fang Tianyu was interrogating Xiaoming at home, and Xiaoming asked him to punch a few more times, although it was not the kind of violent beating that was serious, but his punches were always like this, and he was very strong. Seeing that he was still asking, he pointed to the side of the corridor and said angrily,

"You are a deputy section level, with a salary plus subsidy of 4,200 yuan, a mortgage of 2,200, and the cost of firewood, rice, oil and salt is at least 600, and you can still provide me with school, so you can't allow me to do something else......"

When Fang Tianyu entered the door, he saw a beautifully packaged box, and he could vaguely see that there were cardboard and colorful magazine covers inside......