Chapter 288: Preliminary Exploration

Mourning's hand slowly moved away from her face, then grabbed her arm. Gently pushing her forward, the two of them walked out of the kitchen together and approached the living room in front.

Then he stopped, and Mrs. Moji continued on his way. Through the screen door, Mo Ning could see the figure of a slender, blonde woman.

Mrs. Moji looked a little frightened at this time, and opened her mouth to ask, "Who?" My car broke down and needed help, and my tires broke on the road. The blonde woman outside said.

"Come in!" said Mrs. Moji.

Mo Ning stood silently, staring at the woman with his unique judgment, and watched her walk in, she was very young, wearing a black sweater, long black trousers, and a military-style trench coat, but it was stained and crumpled, and the front was unbuttoned, and it looked too large to fit.

The blonde girl smiled and said, "My car broke down about a quarter of a mile from here, and believe it or not, I don't know how to change tires." Can you help?";

"This is my husband. Mrs. Moji introduced, "Maybe he can help you change!";

When Mo Ning heard this, he was a little amused in his heart, and then understood that she was really very smart, because the girl was a stranger, and Mo Ji asked him to deal with it.

When the blonde girl heard this, she said, "That's great!", and then she smiled at Monin and said, "You're so cute." ”；

"Of course, he was very lovely. Mrs. Moji echoed with a smile.

Mo Ning held his breath hard, which made his face blush. She says he's cute, but he can tell that Mrs. Moggie is absolutely duplicitous.

Thinking of this, Mo Ning exhaled slowly, making himself look extraordinarily natural, and suppressed the excitement in his voice, and said, "You women are the same. When you ask men to do some heavy lifting, you smile and say nice things to men, but I am such a person. When I want to talk to you just for a friendly chat, you get scared. ”

Mo Ning looked slightly angry when he spoke again. Finally, he said, "Miss, you can find someone else to change that tire for you." ”；

As she spoke, the blonde girl's right hand quickly reached out of her coat pocket, but the other two noticed that she already had a revolver in her hand.

The girl pointed a gun at Moning's chest and abdomen and said, "Okay, man, if you feel that way, I can't help it." Now, I want to use your car, and your wife will go with me. Then she took a step back and motioned with her pistol for them to move forward.

Mo Ning remained silent. Still looking shocked but forbearing, he said, "Let's go!" Oh, don't do that!" said Mrs. Moggie softly.

Mourning suddenly remembered the newscaster's comment about the blonde woman and the robbery at the gas station. Looking at the girl and the pistol she was holding, he finally understood that the person in front of him was the female robber. I can't help but feel a little excited in my heart. This is the first time he has encountered such a situation, how mysterious!

"Let's go!", said the blonde woman, "Hurry up, you two damn things." ”；

But at this time, Mo Ning's face suddenly distorted into an ugly mask.

He walked to the front door with a straight face, but, suddenly, he waved his arm, like a twig, and hit the woman's wrist with the gun, and the pistol was struck by his force, and slid across the floor and flew into the corner.

Then Mourning rushed towards her and grabbed her, the blonde resisted with her feet and fingernails, and then Mourning twisted her face and punched her in the chin. The blonde woman snorted and fell to the floor, and as he moved away from the woman, he jerked his head down, and a gunshot rang out behind him, splashing plaster on his head.

Mo Ning's face at this time was even more distorted, and he roared angrily and quickly rushed across the room. Mrs. Moji picked up her gun and fired a shot, but just as she was about to shoot again, Morning had already rushed at her.

Moning's ferocious slam knocked her backwards, and with that blow, he could reach out his arms and grab her before she fell to the ground. Mrs. Moggie screamed and resisted violently, bent on breaking free from his grasp in order to shoot. Moning reached out and knocked the gun off her hand, then slashed her at the back of the neck, and Mrs. Mogie fell unconscious, and she fell limply to the floor.

Mo Ning's face contorted, and he opened his mouth to gasp. He wasn't tired, but a strange psychology at work. He stood in the center of the room and picked up his pistol before looking at the two women. Then he pulled out a sharp knife from the kitchen and put it on his trouser belt, and shook his head, thinking to himself that some women, like the blonde woman, would never understand what kind of person she was, and that the mere mention of being cute would make her unusually angry.

Mourning beat her so hard that she would be unconscious for a while before waking up.

Now, Morning cared about Mrs. Moji, and from the very beginning, he knew that in such a situation, she would panic. I stayed on my own, but I encountered this kind of thing. With sympathy for the blonde woman, she could be abducted or killed. Now, he had to take care of her, poor man? no! Mourning thought to himself, this Mrs. Mogie was not a poor person.

He turned and picked her up almost gently, he was going to carry her into the bedroom, which was the best place, he was going to put her on the bed and apply a cold towel to her to make her sober, and Morning carried her into the hallway, to the first door, and pushed open the bathroom. The next door was another room, pitch black, and Mo Ning fumbled with the light and walked in.

Monin grinned silently as he stared at a woman on the bed. She was a red-haired woman with a knife stuck in her chest, and she had died.

Mo Ning quickly put away his smile, just like the way he observed, every qiē was very subtle, and he shook his head, as if he felt that the world was impermanent. He numbly looked away from the person on the bed, then looked back.

He saw a colorful wedding photo on the dresser and a flower on the man's dress. But Moning's eyes fell

Bride in white wedding dress. She had fiery red hair, and was the same person who was lying in bed and now dead.

Mourning looked appreciatively at the woman in his arms. Why? She didn't look like she had escaped from a mental hospital. But it didn't matter, Mo Ning put her on the bed, then turned around and hugged the blonde girl tightly in the room, side by side with "Mrs. Moji" and the red-haired woman. Then Morning grinned silently, still silently. From his waist, he pulled out the sharp knife that he had picked up in the kitchen......

The black jeep of the Investigation Bureau hurried through the dilapidated street that was gradually brightening, and at this time there were already early risers on the sidewalk and in the alley next to it. These were herders who drove their cattle towards the walls of the north-eastern corner of the old town in preparation for the Friday cattle fair, and veiled women from nearby villages laid down horses of brightly colored cloth and baskets of fruit and vegetables. Wishing to attend the roadside market at the entrance of the city, a group of monks in long black tunics and white leggings walked to the market in groups of two, their eyes fixed on the ground and hurrying to the western walls to catch the first prayer of the day, porters wearing beanies and stooping over huge wicker boxes on their narrow backs, and bakers' young men carrying sesame bagels hanging in strings of sturdy iron rods to make deliveries.

Sean and Theresa got out of the car and walked to where the people were moving. Transport personnel are sitting in their cars, and uniformed police officers are talking to an elderly man in an auxiliary police uniform. Sean looked at him a few more times and remembered the man's appearance, in his sixties to early seventies, thin. But it is very strong, with very short white hair, and a short, stiff white beard. He appeared to be addressing the police, pointing to a ravine on the west side of the road and gesturing with his hands. The lips move quickly.

A policeman stood a few yards away, seemingly dismissive of the old man's speech, smoking a cigarette and looking at his watch. The deputy police officer wore a black knitted shirt and gray overpants, as if he didn't have time to put on his uniform. Wear casual clothes and no streamers. He looked more stocky and, indeed, less obtrusive. When he saw Sean and Theresa approaching, he dropped the cigarette, crushed it with his foot on the ground, turned his head and said a few words to the person next to him, and the driver left. Before Sean could get up to him, he had already stepped forward, pot-bellied, with small, fast steps.

As the two sides approached, they gently shook hands with each other.

"Terrible!" said the deputy police officer, "like a serial killer." As he spoke, the flesh on his chin trembled like an empty water bag. Sean's eyes narrowed under the toad's glasses, noticing that the other's eyes looked a little tired.

The lieutenant's hand fumbled in the pocket of his village coat, then he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit them, and exhaled two puffs of smoke from his nose.

"It's like a butcher. The deputy police officer said it again.

The heroic Theresa raised her head at the uniformed man and said, "He's the one who found it?"

The deputy police officer nodded and said, "Mick Arthur." ”；

"Is this place part of his daily patrols?" Sean chimed in.

"Yes. From here, walk all the way around, around the university, past Ambrera Hospital, and back again. Come and go, walk five times a night, once a week on Saturday night. The deputy police officer explained.

"It's not a long road. Theresa Rice said.

"He's a great character. He said he didn't have to sleep much. The deputy police officer said.

Sean asked, "How many trips had he made when he found that thing?"

"Four trips. This is the last trip. Walk back along the road and drive home in the car he parked on the side street. The deputy police officer said.

Theresa frowned and asked, "Does he keep a record of his work?"

"Wrote in his car after the patrol. Unless he finds something out of the ordinary. The deputy police officer shrugged his shoulders and said.

"So we might be able to pinpoint exactly when that thing was left here?" Sean asked.

Hearing this, the deputy police officer shook his head noncommittally and said, "It depends on how much Cheng Dù listens to him. ”

"Is there any reason not to trust him?", asked Theresa.

"At his age?" said the deputy police officer with a smile, "he said he was sure it wasn't there before, but who knows?

Sean looked at the old man in the uniform of the assistant policeman. This guy has stopped speaking. Stands straight between the two policemen like a flagpole. He had a small revolver at his waist, as if it were part of him. His uniform was ironed, but wrinkled again. He should belong to the veteran type, and there is not a single careless and sloppy place in his body.

After reading it, Sean turned to face the deputy police officer, took out a small notebook from his pocket, and opened it. He pulled out a pen and asked, "When did he say he found that thing?"

"Five forty-five. The deputy police officer said.

Sean and Theresa glanced at each other, exactly an hour before they received the call. He put down his pen and looked at the deputy police officer questioningly.

"I want things to go on quietly!" The appearance of the deputy police officer on business. "At least keep quiet until we can find the ins and outs," he said. No journalists, no spokesmen, minimal staff. Do not have any unnecessary conversations with anyone who is not part of the investigation team. ”。

"We get it!", Sean swept him. "Is the local forensic doctor here?"

"I've been here, I've been gone again. He's going to have an autopsy this afternoon, and he's going to call you. The lieutenant took a deep drag on his cigarette and then spewed it out again.

"What's the evidence gathered?", Sean asked.

The deputy police officer's expression showed that he did not pay attention to the issue, and said: "The evidence collected is consistent with the current location, isn't it? Is there someone else who has committed a crime that happens in this vicinity? No! I don't think so!"

"One of them, the San Francisco Bay Area case. It's a little further from here, in the woods over there!" "That's right! Sean: They got two reports at once, and they happened to be near San Francisco.

"How many other cases are there?" asked the deputy police officer, a little surprised.

"That's all I just said!". Sean said.

"That's true. The deputy police officer nodded and said, "Everyone is within a radius of half a kilometer." Maybe that bastard is going to do something nerves in this area. ”。

"Maybe. Sean said, "What about those wounds?"

"Get there. See for yourself. Said the deputy police officer.

He turned away, smoking and coughing. Sean and Theresa left him and quickly climbed down the ravine. Two forensic experts, a man and a woman, were working next to the body. The body was covered with a white cloth.

"Good afternoon, both!", said the male technician with unnatural respect. He then held up a test tube to the sunlight, shook it slightly, and placed it in an open evidence box.

"You're good!", Theresa greeted him. Sean, on the other hand, ignored him and glanced at the location, searching for some kind of apocalyptic new discovery. But all you can see is the grayish-white color of the stone and the dark brown of the soil. The branches of the great tree twisted in the dust, and the branches shone with a silvery green light.

It is a one-kilometre sloping and rocky mountainous area, and it is also a deep and narrow dry channel. And the messy alleys and vanilla-colored houses. The blue-green glow is made of wrought iron, and the reason why it is painted this color is because there is some ...... You know!) people, who think that this color can ward off demons. And the towers and spires on the territory of the Mi people are intertwined with the TV antennas at various angles to form a net. Sean could tell the difference between the two at a glance.

There was no splattered blood, no trace of sap from the squeezed leaves, no fibres of cloth hanging on the sticking branches, no geographical clues, just a white corpse under a tree, alone and untimely. Like a giant egg, dropped from the sky by a careless giant bird. And it just didn't happen to be crushed.

"Did the forensic doctor say anything after the examination?" asked Sean.

He smacked his tongue for a long time. The male forensic officer picked up the other tube, examined it, and put it down again.

Sean noticed a few plaster casts in the box and asked, "Are there any clear marks?";

"Only the footprints of the old assistant police officer in uniform. The male forensic officer said with some disgust: "Even if there are other footprints, he must be destroyed." He's throwing up, right there. He pointed to a pile of dry, whitish things a meter to the left of the sheet. Then he said: "If he didn't vomit on the corpse, he didn't aim at it!";

The female forensic officer who had not spoken all this time, Sean judged from her work hand, that she was new. She was kneeling on the ground, collecting samples of leaves, twigs, and sheep dung eggs, shoveling them into plastic bags. She did it pretty fast. Without saying a word, with a focused expression on his face. But when she sealed the bag, she looked up at Sean, smiled and said, "You won't want to see this." ”；

"No!". Sean said sternly: "I have always had a lot of feelings for sheep dung eggs!" This made the female forensic staff giggle non-stop. But Sean squatted down, reached out and lifted the white sheet, and looked at the corpse.

The corpse's face was not destroyed, but her appearance was unnatural, staring at Sean with half-closed blurred eyes. It's horrible, like putting a doll's head on a body that has been slaughtered. It was a young face, dark black skin, relatively round, a few pimples on the forehead and chin, and long black hair that was wavy and shiny. (To be continued) RQ

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