A silver LEXUS sedan stopped outside the alley with a loud braking. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Several police cars with flashing lights were parked around, and the yellow and white cordons were constantly pulled up, blocking the intersection to the alley, and there seemed to be curious onlookers slowly gathering around, but they were all blocked by uniformed police.

The car door opened, a middle-aged man in a gray suit stepped out of the car, he frowned deeply, there was a heavy tiredness on his face, he reached into his arms and took out an ID card belonging to the police detective and pinned it to his chest, raised the cordon, and the man walked into the alley.

"Inspector Matthew—" Another handsome young man in a white shirt walked over from the alleyway, he seemed to be waiting for someone here, and it seemed that he was waiting for this man named Matthew.

"Good morning, Dave. The middle-aged man yawned, brushed his already thinning hair on the top of his head, and walked down the alley without stopping to say hello.

"It's almost noon, Detective—" The young man known as Dave followed Matthew closely, dancing and gesturing with what seemed to be excitement, and he also had an ID card pinned to his chest representing the New York Police Department, Organized Crime Control and Supervision Agent, who looked like he was still a newcomer to the detective.

"What's going on inside?" Matthew didn't seem to care about the slightly lively Agent Dave beside him, and he stood around to maintain order, and the officers guarding the scene nodded in a gesture as he walked to an open gate with a cordon up.

Hearing his boss's question, Dave restrained the excited smile on his face, tensed his muscles and said slowly: "As always, you know - the deal is rushing, there must be something that hasn't been discussed, anyway, it's either the Irish, or the Italians and the Russians are doing a good thing." ”

The young man had a complaining look on his face and waved his fist unconsciously.

"How many have died?" Matthew pushed open the door, walked around his colleagues in the Investigation Department who were taking pictures with cameras, and looked around into the house.

"Uh-this-" Dave hesitated a little in embarrassment, as if he didn't know how to report it.

Matthew stopped, looking at him strangely with a look of exhaustion and decadence, waiting quietly for Dave to organize the language.

"Uh-yes-that's a little hard to explain......" Dave said, gesturing with his hands in front of his chest, as if planning his own wording structure:

"There were 13 deaths at the scene...... And also...... Four more people lost their memories...... And ......"

"Amnesia?" Before Dave could finish speaking, Matthew forcibly interrupted him, his slightly rickety back straightened, and his eyes brightened.

"Hmm...... Yes...... And...... And two more died very strangely......" the two men said and continued walking, looking at the police officer who was waving at them not far away, towards a small inconspicuous door.

"Ask the forensic examiner on the spot...... Dave tossed the question to his colleagues after a very awkward explanation.

Matthew rolled his eyes, glanced at him and said nothing, picking up his steps and walking towards the waving officer.

"Inside?" he asked.

The officer nodded and replied, "Yes - it's all in there, someone had a party here last night, he's crazy, this morning someone stumbled into it by mistake, saw corpses everywhere, and called the police." ”

Matthew nodded and patted the other man on the shoulder in thanks, signaling that he understood, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Entering the door is a long, narrow corridor with on-site forensic doctors walking back and forth from time to time, as well as detectives from the Investigation Division and other police officers who are in charge of taking pictures.

Matthew stepped forward with his long legs and walked quickly, and within a few steps he saw two big men in black who were slumped to the ground.

The two of them were lying on the ground lifelessly, looking at the direction of the fall seemed to have lost their strength and landed naturally, it was obvious that the two of them had been dead for a long time, and Matthew thought that these two should be in charge of looking out of the door at that time.

"How's the site protected?"

"The preservation is relatively intact, and according to the informant, he just pushed the door open and entered the room, and then ran out in fright, without touching the bodies. Dave pointed to the door behind the two bodyguards and whispered.

Matthew came to the two corpses, crouched down and stared at the corpses' faces quietly, thinking to himself, "Since these two people are in charge of guarding the door, then someone should need to enter the house, so they killed the two of them." ”

"Uh-Matthew, I think you'd better hear what the medical examiners have to say-"

At this time, Dave reminded behind him, Matthew turned his head, and the forensic team leader in a white coat walked over, he frowned, and held a stack of white papers in folders in his hand.

"Hello Inspector Matthew. The medical examiner was the first to speak.

Matthew looked back at Dave strangely, he had been looking at something unspeakable since just now, and then he suggested that he listen to the forensic doctor, which couldn't help but arouse the detective's curiosity.

"There were 13 bodies in total, two of them outside the house and 11 inside the house, and all 11 people inside the house died from gunshot wounds, while the two people outside the house ......"

The forensic doctor stopped abruptly at this point, and seemed to be a little unable to speak.

"These two?" replied Matthew, confused.

"These two people...... It's suffocation......" The chief medical examiner sighed and said, "They died of suffocation, but there were no injuries on their bodies, and there were no signs of struggle, it was as if they were ......"

He paused, as if he couldn't believe the conclusion he had reached: "It's as if they were deliberately suffocating themselves." ”

"Suffocating yourself?" Matthew frowned, his hands unconsciously tugging at the already small hair on the top of his head, staring deeply at the two bodies leaning against the wall in front of the door, his gaze sweeping over their serene faces.

Silent, Matthew put his hands on his waist and kept thinking, but he saw his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, as if he was caught in a mystery.

"Let's go in and see—" After thinking for a moment, he stepped over the two bodies that had fallen by the door, pushed open the door first, and entered the very end of the room.

"It's fierce—" Dave muttered subconsciously as the room looked as if someone had machine-gunned it, black bullet holes everywhere, smashed vases and portraits littered the floor, and sponges and down crumbs from the couch covered the carpet throughout the room.

Inspector Matthew took two steps to a corpse, observing the location of the bullet holes on the deceased's body and the firearms that had fallen to the ground.

"Have you figured out who these are?" he asked, looking up at his partner.

"It's still investigating, and there will be results soon. Dave said nervously.

Matthew lowered his head, his eyes were not filled with a sense of exhaustion and decadence, but with a glow, he vaguely felt that all this seemed simple and full of unsimplicity, no matter what, it was only possible to figure out the identities of these people as soon as possible to determine what was going on here.