"No, Angkor!" Xiao Qi said in a low voice, "Dead?"

"Dead?" Wu Haoming frowned suspiciously, he didn't need to report this matter to himself, right? But then, his eyes widened suddenly, because he thought of a possibility......! Did he act?

"Where, take me there!" Wu Haoming said hurriedly.

Although Xiao Qi didn't know why Wu Haoming was suddenly emotional, he seemed to have a premonition of something, and hurriedly ran to take Wu Haoming away.

The two walked briskly to the special prison of the Security Bureau, where the prisoners and prisoners were kept.

At this time, more than a dozen people had gathered in front of the prison, but they were not citizens, they were all investigators of the Security Bureau.

"Wu Haoming, are you here?" Huang Da walked out of the cordon with a gloomy face, in fact, it is not necessary for Huang Da to come in person for such a trivial matter as dying a person.

But this man died in the wrong place, he actually died in the prison of the Security Service?

The security bureau's prison is heavily guarded, how on earth did the murderer get in and kill people and get out freely?

"Who is the deceased?" Wu Haoming looked inside, and there didn't seem to be much trace.

"Let's go in together!" Huang Da turned around and motioned for Wu Haoming to follow him.

Since they were all members of the Security Bureau, no one stopped them, and Xiao Qi and Wu Haoming followed Huang Da into the room.

The prison facilities are very complete, and every room where the prisoners live is fully secured.

As soon as he walked into the prison, Wu Haoming smelled a trace of blood.

He and Huang Da walked in the direction where the smell of blood came from, and soon arrived at the dead man's room.

A cold corpse on the floor of the room made people feel sick.

He was unclothed, and there was hardly a good piece of skin on the surface of his body.

His whole body had been scarred by sharp objects, which looked like abstract paintings, and some of his skin had been painted with small patterns.

The blood was running all over the ground and had clotted.

There are a few big words written in blood on the wall, and it's not over yet!

When he saw this person's corpse, Rao is Wu Haoming had seen a lot of corpses, and his body trembled unconsciously.

This man was actually killed in such a cruel way, and you can imagine how painful he must have been when he was cut with a knife.

"Where is the cause of death?" Wu Haoming asked, if this was the masterpiece of the Snow Sacrifice Marquis, then at this moment Wu Haoming had already made up his mind in his heart.

Marquis of the Snow Festival, I accept your challenge.

I'm going to catch you and kill you!

"With excessive blood loss, the organs, brain, and spine were not harmed, the arteries were cut off, and the blood ran out and died. Huang Da said, obviously he had seen such a death for the first time.

"Where's the monitoring? With such a big move, it is impossible for the deceased to be killed quietly, right?" Wu Haoming asked again, he vaguely felt that the Snow Sacrifice Marquis was playing a game with himself.

He plays the killer and himself plays the detective.

"There is nothing in the surveillance, it may have been tampered with, as for him not shouting, it is estimated that he was given sleeping pills, and the murderer killed him in his sleep. ”

Huang Da shook his head slightly and said, "This guy is one of the captives of the corpse base, and he has already finished interrogation, so life or death is not very important." But in the prison of the Security Bureau, the murderer can actually kill the people we protect silently, which is ...... It's weird. ”

"Director, I want to talk to you alone!" Wu Haoming whispered in Huang Da's ear.

"Then follow me!" the two walked out of the prison and into Huang Da's private vehicle.

"Actually, I know who the murderer is, I ......!" Wu Haoming told Huang Da about the Snow Sacrifice Marquis, but the content was tampered with by him.

In his story, the Snow Marquis becomes an unidentified spy.

He'd been lurking at the Minister's side for years, and this time he challenged himself after he knew that he had destroyed the Minister and the corpse base.

Originally, I didn't have any interest in his so-called challenge.

But seeing today's situation, even if you don't want to, you have to take on this challenge.

"Are you sure?" asked Huang Da, who valued Wu Haoming very much, but at the same time he was also worried about Wu Haoming.

Wu Haoming has too many things to make him unable to see clearly.

He wanted to hold Wu Haoming in his hand, but he was afraid that Wu Haoming would pierce his palm.

So Huang Da wanted to take this incident as a test to see what kind of person Wu Haoming was.

Only by completely understanding Wu Haoming's bottom can he truly grasp Wu Haoming.

"Sure!" Wu Haoming nodded seriously, although he didn't know what Huang Da was thinking at this time, Wu Haoming knew.

If you want to fight against the Snow Marquis, it is essential to get Huang Da's support.

"Okay, then let's do it! Wu Haoming, I'm very optimistic about you! Catch him!" Huang Da also nodded seriously and patted Wu Haoming's shoulder.

Wu Haoming got out of the car and returned to the dead man's prison room.

The rules set by the Snow Marquis seem to be like this, he kills people and finds him himself.

But now that he's decided to play, he won't cheat.

He chose to kill people to compete with himself, definitely not so that he could find him after killing people.

So he will definitely leave clues about the next person to be killed, so that he can protect the next person who may be killed.

Walking around the room, Wu Haoming didn't find anything abnormal.

The room was very clean, no paper, no graffiti, not even a bit of rubbish.

As he walked, Wu Haoming suddenly felt a little weird.

It stands to reason that if the deceased was lying on the bed when the Snow Priest entered the room, then there was no need for the Snow Priest to move him to the ground.

And the body of the deceased showed no signs of struggle, and it was obvious that he was killed after being moved to the ground.

There was blood on the floor, but not a drop of blood on the bed.

After looking at it for a while, Wu Haoming noticed that there were a few faint marks on the sheets, as if they had been pressed by something.

He looked left and right, and only a few books were on the desk at the head of the bed.

Taking the book in his hand, Wu Haoming carefully put it on according to the shallow traces.

A few books are lined up in a straight line on the bed, but what does that mean?

Other than that, Wu Haoming didn't find any clues in the room.

Later, the forensic doctor examined the deceased's stomach and found that there were residues of sleeping pills, and they were powerful sleeping pills.

This sleeping pill is generally for special agents, easy to carry, takes effect quickly, and lasts for a long time!

However, this kind of medicine is not difficult to obtain, and in a place with advanced technology such as democracy, this kind of drug is everywhere in the black market.

Wu Haoming, who was sitting in the cafeteria at noon, felt that his mind was a little messy.

Books and sleeping pills, two clues, are not of much use.