Qin Lin didn't take it seriously at first, after all, there were many situations in the United States, but the development of things gradually exceeded his expectations....

The next day, the throat-cutting murder happened again, this time it was a guy who engaged in financial scams, and some people who lacked finance in the north of the city were deceived by him, and the place where the body was removed was a corner of a garbage heap without a camera.

"Didn't you want you to step up patrols?" Qin Lin came to the scene, looked at the corpse, and asked Wells beside him.

Wells sighed: "The police station is already limited in manpower, and the night shift people also need to find a chance to take a break...."

Qin Lin thinks that this is not an excuse, it is all police work, and this kind of thing will never happen in Xia Guo.

"This murderer is too cunning, he picks on the gaps in the patrol, and he is elusive..."Wells still complained, trying to cover up the incompetence of the Mi National Police Officer.

Qin Lin didn't bother to pay attention to him, after all, he was just a consultant, and he didn't have the right to dictate to this kind of system.

But he is now convinced that this murderer is not so much haunted as he knows everything about the situation in the northern district of the city.

This murderer must be hiding here!

"The murderer is familiar with the terrain, you'd better conduct a door-to-door inspection of the northern part of the city!" Qin Lin gave a suggestion.

This is stumped Wells, he scratched his head and said: "Mr. Qin, I want to too, but this is something that can only be done with a search warrant, although the north district of the city is not very large, but there are nearly 10,000 people, and when the formalities are down, I don't know .....how long it will take."

At this time, a crowd of marchers in support of the murderer's killing of the scum walked past them, shouting unified slogans and shouting about the injustice of justice.

To the surprise of the police officers, the group of marchers actually gave the murderer a name, "Paladin"!

Qin Lin looked at the parade in the distance, and an ominous premonition spread in his heart.

Qin Lin, who had no clue, walked on the street with Qiyu and began to understand the northern district of the city.

This district is not a big place, and it is quite prosperous, but the gap between the rich and the poor is not small, and on the corner of the street are groups of homeless people, who are struggling to dig through the garbage for their dinner.

In the high-end restaurant more than ten meters away, there are glamorous and beautiful rich people, who are embracing beautiful women, eating meat, and enjoying melodious violins.

In front of them are wage earners who are reporting their work, and they are trembling and cautious in front of their bosses, for fear of losing their jobs to support their families.

It is not a long distance, but it cannot bring the unity and sympathy between the classes closer, one side of hell, the other side of heaven.

After turning two streets, Qin Lin and the others came to yesterday's café again, there were a few weak homeless people in front of the door, they had no energy at all, it seemed that they had been hungry for two days, to say the least.

Qin Lin was about to ask Qiyu to buy some bread, but at this time, the owner and his wife of the coffee shop walked out with food.

They don't care about the business affected by the homeless people, and they care about these vulnerable people with a smile on their faces.

"Sir, you seem to have been here yesterday, welcome again!" the male boss left a beard on his face, looking very honest.

The female boss was also amiable and personally welcomed Qin Lin and the others into the café.

The couple, who were in their early fifties, had the surname Edward, and were well-known good people in the northern part of the city.

"Try the cake I made..."Lady Edward gave some desserts in addition to the coffee that Qiyu wanted.

Qin Lin didn't speak, he found that there were obviously a lot more guests here than yesterday.

Judging from the clothes of these people, none of them are rich, but they have a very good relationship with each other, some talk and laugh, and many of them still have parade signs in their hands, which seems to be supporting the group of "paladins".

"Sir, Madam, are you interested in joining our team? Believe me, this is a great cause!" a young girl held a leaflet and told Qin Lin and the others about their ideals.

"Those wicked people who do all kinds of evil and evade the punishment of the law must be taken seriously! Join us! Once we succeed, no one will do evil in the future!"

After a few words of chatting, I found out that this girl's name is Shirley, and she is very beautiful. It's a waiter who works at a nearby bar, and her eyes are very clear and the people are warm.

But in Qin Lin's opinion, she is just a simple person who has not been deeply involved in the world.

"Why don't you actively cooperate with the police to find the murderer, but instead engage in these propaganda?" Qin Lin lit his cigar.

Shirley's beautiful eyes flashed, and she spoke very directly: "Because we don't think he has done anything bad! Those wicked people have ruined the neighbors' families, and they should have been punished, and someone has stood up for us poor people, why should we arrest him?"

The crowd in the café also chimed in:

"That's right!"

"Shirley was right!"

"Those bastards are all accomplices of the rich!"

"They just want to deceive and squeeze us ....."

Then, the crowd began to discuss the exploits of the "paladin", hoping that he would next take aim at the lawless rich.

The atmosphere was unusually harmonious, and Boss Edward was so happy that he took out the beer he brewed and distributed it to everyone.

In the laughter, only Qin Lin frowned.

Suddenly, a group of thug-looking guys entered the café, and they looked at the people here with fierce eyes, and finally their eyes stayed on Shirley.

"Stinky **! Why did the boss let you go to accompany the guests last night to play missing?" said the thug who took the lead, and was ready to step forward and take Shirley away.

"I'm just working! Why are you forcing me to do those things?!" Shirley shouted as she threw the leaflet in their faces.

The thug said contemptuously: "This is not up to you! Don't forget! Your dead ghost boss still owes my boss money! You don't sell yourself? You won't be clean in the next life! Come back with me!"

With that, he grabbed Shirley by the hair and tried to forcibly take her away.

Boss Edward hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him, but was overturned by the other thugs.

The guests were furious, and a dozen people rushed forward to try to take Shirley back.

But these five or six thugs were strong and strong, and they seemed to be boxers, and those people were not opponents at all, and they were beaten all over the ground looking for teeth.

In the end, the thug who took the lead also pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the head of one person, and the rest of the people were too frightened to step forward.

He said arrogantly: "Come on, you poor devils, you're just maggots, you want to oppose us, don't you have a kind, come on?! We have lawyers! It's okay to kill you!"

The café began to fall silent, knowing that the thugs were not bluffing.

Everyone looked at each other, and for a while, they didn't know what to do.

"You let her go now, I'll only let you cut off one hand...."

In the quiet café, Qin Lin's calm voice sounded like water.