Sean was dressed in black, and in the middle of the night, he was not very conspicuous, and he found the address of the blood analysis expert, De Coste, in the information of the forensic section of the police station's intranet. This guy's residence is not far from the police station, and it takes about twenty minutes to walk.

When Sean came out of the police station, it was already more than 12:40 in the middle of the night, so when the hands on the watch pointed to 1:05. An apartment complex had already appeared in front of Sean.

This place is also close to the sea, and it is a three-story white seaside apartment type, surrounded by tropical trees, and if you look at it from a distance, it really has the meaning of a mirage.

At this time, in the middle of the night, no one wandered around, Sean observed the direction, and walked directly through a few bushes of tropical vegetation, the design of this building is not very good, of course, it is not that its design is really problematic, but this apartment is also the kind of design of the public staircase outside. It's easy to be spotted if you walk up there.

Fortunately, it was already the second half of the night, and there were fewer people, except for the clear sound of the waves, there was no other noise. Sean squatted in the vegetation, carefully observed the situation, and counted the house number of this DeCoste's house, it was from his own angle, from one to two o'clock, the third door on the third floor from right to left.

After Sean saw it, he didn't worry, but focused his attention on his ears, listened carefully for a while, and found that there was really no other noise except for the sound of the waves, so he immediately walked out of the vegetation, and the frequency of his legs was about the same as normal, but his steps were very large, and he put it very lightly at the moment of landing, so the sound of the sea breeze and waves completely covered up the footsteps.

As he walked, his eyes scanned back and forth in his line of sight, taking precautions.

Sean walked up the public staircase to the third floor, then through the platform-like corridor around the building, and walked forward, and in a short time he reached the door of the room he had just observed, and as he passed the window, he lowered his body. Because although the moonlight tonight is not too bright, but in the dark situation in the house, you can still see people passing by the window, of course, this is when the people in the house have not slept.

But Sean must try to do the best he can before doing anything, in order to prevent a 1 in 10,000 chance.

Reaching the door, Sean crouched down and glanced downstairs again, but there was no one, and then he took out something from his pocket that resembled an eye drop bottle, only this time it wasn't the gelatinous substance he had applied to his hands last time. Rather, it was a lube, and he squeezed a few drops into the keyhole and a few drops in the hinge on the other side.

I waited for about ten seconds, in order to let the lubricating oil fully function, so that there would be no movement when unlocking and opening the door.

Then Sean put the vial in his pocket, took out his master key, and gently inserted it into the keyhole, the lube worked so hard that he barely made a sound before he inserted the key. After that, the key was slowly twisted, and at the moment when the circlip popped open, there was a very slight "click" sound. Sean immediately put the key in his pocket and pushed the door open very softly.

The door was silently pushed open by him a gap for only one person to enter, Sean squinted his eyes and looked inside, into the eyes, is a living room, sofa, TV, and kitchen bar, one after another into the eye, the furnishings are still relatively simple, you can see at a glance, not very far on the left, there is a door, I think it should be the bedroom. This is a typical bachelor type apartment.

Sean sneaked through the crack in the door and crept in. Then he gently twisted the handle, closed the door, and then slowly let go of the handle, after which he still did not rush to action, but scanned the situation in his line of sight again. Nothing.

Sean knew that the other party was a serial killer, so his vigilance would be high, so he was very careful in every move!

The door was hidden, Sean looked through the crack in the door, and saw a bed on the opposite ground, and a person was lying on it, obviously sleeping, Sean gently pushed the bedroom door open, and then looked around, nothing worth noting.

And the person on the bed is obviously a real person, not a trap, because Sean is still very confident in his observation, and besides, the person above may be due to the hot weather, the quilt is only half covered, and it is still easy to distinguish.

Sean took out the anesthetic needle from his pocket, quietly walked over from the back of the guy, pointed the needle at the guy's neck, and quickly pricked it, at the same time, pushed the anesthetic inside.

The moment the needle entered the skin, this kid suddenly woke up, and let out a low cry: "Ha", and he was about to turn over and resist immediately, but Sean was unintentional, and the anesthetic was already injected into the opponent's subcutaneous tissue at the moment when the needle entered the skin. Sean then jerked the needle out and took a few sharp steps back.

Looking at this guy again, he stood up from the bed, and at this moment, Sean saw very clearly that the other party was the forensic doctor, blood analysis expert DeCoste. However, he calmly put the needle cap on, and then put the syringe in his pocket without moving.

The quality of De Coste's sleep during this time is really not very good, because the police have almost peeled back the layers of cocoons, especially one of his black bald colleagues, this guy has been looking at himself a little wrong recently.

DeCoste understood that he was not neurotic, that was the conclusion he had come to through the analysis of clues from the police! Yes, he was likely to leak out, and he had thought about this day for a long time, but he did not expect it to be this way.

He didn't even think about killing that black bald colleague, because he had never wanted to kill some good people since he entered this business. Even though the black bald colleague had stalked him at some point, even if he suspected that he was a coastal killer, he couldn't deny that he was a good cop!

DeCoste, who was asleep, was in a daze thinking about all kinds of possibilities and all kinds of ways to get out, but at least until now, he has not come up with a feasible plan.

At this time, DeCoste, who was extremely keen, felt that there was someone behind him, which was not the kind in a dream, but in the real world, there was someone behind him, and he knew that this feeling might have been there since he was a child, and most of the time, when he looked back again, he found that it was just an illusion of his own. But he still looks back every time. Now is no exception.

Suddenly, before the thought of DeCoste could enter the stage of physical execution, he felt a cold and painful neck. He immediately let out a low sigh and struggled to his feet on the bed. Yes, this time I feel that there is no mistake, there are indeed people. And he was injected himself, and for the forensic expert who was already a forensic expert, and every time he took out those villains that the law could not punish, DeCoste was the anesthetic needle, so he was very familiar with this feeling.

DeCoste has been in a bad state of mind recently because of the case of the Killer on the Coast, so he has had a nervous breakdown. He would take sedatives or sleeping potions before going to bed, so he opened his newly awakened, somewhat hazy eyes, trying to see the person who had attacked him and injected himself with anesthetics.

The man had his back to the window, and although the moonlight wasn't very bright, it still kept his face hidden in the darkness, in fact, Sean was out of habit, and he also wore makeup, even if it was for the other party to see, it didn't matter much.

And DeCoste felt that this person was very calm at the moment before the anesthetic took effect, and after seeing himself struggling to stand up, he calmly stepped back and put the things in his hand in his pocket, he was like that, as if he was a shadow, looking at himself motionless.

Sean looked at DeCoste, he even secretly cheered for the other party in his heart, the person who can not fall down in the first time after being anesthetized, and can still struggle to stand up, this may be something that few people can do.

However, the other party is a human being after all, and he seems to be about to pounce on himself on the bed, so he plunges directly on the bed. Sean walked over graciously, straightened DeCoste, and then kindly pulled the quilt for him.

After that, Sean pulled out his flashlight and began to search around. Yes, this guy is in Sean's impression of the kind of typical that is intolerable in law, but excusable. Because this guy is, in a way, equal to himself. Even a bit similar to his father Jin Feng.

Someone once said that if you want to fully hide a clue, you have to put it in many clues! But Sean almost scoffs at this sentence! As long as you stay, even if it is hidden in 10,000 clues, then you will give others a chance in 1 in 10,000; why don't you leave no clue at all?

The former obviously has a kind of self-made smart energy in it, and even some gamblers who are looking for excitement, thinking that their chances of winning are 99.999%. It's a question of the probability of winning or losing, and the latter, there is no clue left, there is no suspense, and there is no fun, but the other party has no chance at all! Sean doesn't like to have fun in this kind of thing, because there are many other options for having fun.

Sure enough, Sean Tongguò's excellent observation skills, and in less than thirty seconds, he first found a large box in DeCoste's bedroom, that is, at the bottom of the large standing cabinet opposite the bed.

And in the mezzanine under this box, there is a drawer that resembles a hidden drawer. Sean stretched out his hand and looked down, only to see a package on the left, about two feet long, and a metal locket on the right, boxy, about a tie.

Sean first took the locket in his hand, opened it, and saw a syringe lying inside, and a lot of needles, and on the left side of the locket, there were more than a dozen bottles of anesthetic. Sean nodded when he saw this, and directly put the small box in his suit pocket.

Then Sean reached out and pulled out the long strip of wrap on the left, good guy! The longest is two feet, and the smallest is a scalpel.

When Sean saw this, he rolled up the set of knives again, put them aside, and continued to rummage through the alley for what might be evidence;

Sure enough, there is still one, but there is also a "water fork" inside. It's the kind of rubber apron that the master of the general slaughterhouse wears!

Sean shook his head, used this rubber apron, wrapped the set of knives into a roll, and continued to rummage down, but there was nothing else worth noting in this large box.

Then Sean searched carefully again in the bedroom, and there was really nothing to do, and then put the big box back in its place. Walked out of the bedroom.

After that, Sean put the apron with a full set of knives in it, put it on the sofa in the living room, and rummaged through it again in the outer room, using his excellent observation skills.

He was very patient and skillful, and the furnishings in DeCoste's house tended to be simple and clear, so it didn't take long for him to finish his inspection.

Finally, Sean felt a little unusual about the air conditioner ventilation on the side wall of the living room, why did he say that? Because Sean was rummaging through the place, he checked it very carefully, and when he finally checked it, he knocked on the air outlet of the air conditioner with his hand. Something immediately felt wrong.

Although the air outlet does make a relatively ethereal sound, but the air outlet of everyone's house is this kind of empty sound, what attracts Sean's attention is not this sound, but the feeling in his hand, yes! Because this air outlet is not tight, of course, it is not particularly loose, but often someone disassembles it and installs it, there will be this feeling; if it is like ordinary people, after pressing this air outlet, it is rare to disassemble it so frequently.

As long as you pay attention, Sean will not let it go! Directly and carefully removed this air outlet, only to see that the position inside is not deep, and there is indeed a mystery. It is a long, delicate little wooden box.

Sean took out the small wooden box, and looked inside, there was nothing else! So he reached out and opened the lid of the small wooden box, and what caught his eye was the neatly stacked glass pieces.

This is not an ordinary piece of glass, if it is useless, it will not be hidden in it, Sean carefully picked up a piece of glass, only to find that it was that kind of blood piece. How to put it, it's like the kind of blood that a scientist is looking at with a microscope, about three centimeters wide and five to six centimeters long, and a blood sample is collected and dripped on it, and another piece is clamped. It's like a sandwich.

Sean picked up a piece of blood and put it in front of his eyes, only to see that the blood in the mezzanine had become a thin circle in the middle. Sean glanced at it, and preliminarily estimated that there must be fifty or sixty blood pieces in this delicate little wooden box!

Well, they're about to catch up with the number of people they slaughtered, of course, what we're talking about here is the total number of people! If it's a simple assassin slaughterer, Sean really doesn't have as many as this kid.

Sean put the blood piece in his hand into the small wooden box again, and then found a piece of paper and a ballpoint pen next to it, and wrote a small short sentence crookedly with his left hand, and put it in the air outlet. Then reinstall the lid of the air conditioner.

Next, Sean carefully checked the other places that had not been checked again, and found that there was nothing missing. So I glanced back at the direction of the bedroom, and checked my situation again, such as whether there were any items that were inadvertently dropped.

After the inspection, Sean took the set of knives wrapped in a leather apron and a small wooden box, opened the door and walked out of DeCoste's house......

I don't know how long it took, DeCoste, who had never rested well, was obviously the best in this period of time, but he was still a little tired, and the moment he opened his eyes, he even had a thought, that is, "I can still wake up!". He didn't think he had just had a dream last night. It was definitely a real experience.

When his gaze adjusted to the light in the room, the second surprise was that he found that he was still at home, and that the furnishings were still the same as before, and he almost overturned his first surprise, thinking that he was really just a dream.

He immediately turned over and got up, ran to the outhouse to check it out, yes, everything was like that, nothing had changed, but when he ran to the bathroom and washed his face so that he could be refreshed, he found that in the mirror on the opposite wall, there was a needle eye on his neck, which was also real.

Seeing this situation, DeCoste immediately ran into the bedroom again, directly opened the large cabinet, and pulled out the box that he had been putting at the bottom of the cabinet. His movements were a little hurried, and it wasn't until he pulled out the hidden drawer that his swift movements stopped at this moment. It's as if time has suddenly stopped.

But in the next moment, DeCoste rushed out of the bedroom again, to the opposite wall of the living room, praying in his heart, and carefully turning on the air outlet of the air conditioner in his hand.

Suddenly, DeCoste felt a little dizzy in his head, except for the aftermath of the anesthetic, mainly because the small wooden box where he had stored his trophies was gone, and when he came back to his senses, he found that there was a piece of paper lying inside.

He reached out and took the piece of paper out of it, and looked at it, and there was a short sentence written crookedly on it: "No thought is no evidence."

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