"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!!"

Touch!

A loud bang came out, and the door of a small white building in the rich area of Area A was directly smashed open by a policeman with a big-bellied gnat-like hammer, and the door was fiercely pressed against the wall after being hit by a huge force.

“coPs！！”

Heisenberg's partner rushed in wearing body armor and holding a rifle in an aiming posture, Heisenberg threw the hammer in his hand, took out his gun and also aimed and shouted: "On official duty, everyone is lying on the ground with their heads in their hands, now!! ”

On the left side of the room was the living room, and on a round table in the living room, there were four black men playing cards, and they were indeed startled the moment Heisenberg rushed in, but a second later, the group of slightly more advanced thugs slowly got up without panic and lay on the ground.

"How many people are in this house, and are there any other people besides you who have weapons on them?"

Heisenberg had searched for four pistols from this man, each of which was new, and he was afraid that there were other militants hiding here, so he asked.

"sIR, it's just you but us, who else can you see? Shade? ”

As soon as the black man who was accustomed to talking back said this, Heisenberg had already kicked him in the waist, and the black man who kicked with great force shook violently: "Bastard, it's not time to ask questions yet." ”

"Hmm!" The black man snorted as he was kicked, and another black man next to him opened his mouth and retorted, "Do you have a search warrant?" ”

Click.

The lock on the back door of the house was opened by Heisenberg's partner Joey, who was originally responsible for guarding the back door, afraid of letting go of the prostitute guide zhì police who were complained about violating the case and Christina walked in, in the United States, if the police did not have a search warrant in their hands to break into someone else's house, it was a very strict thing, at least it was written in the law.

"I'll just say you shouldn't use a hammer, if you can't catch the prostitute, we'll all be complained, Heisenberg, you're too impulsive, it's just a brothel, it's not a drug den, why are you in such a hurry to rush in, do you think they can flush half a dozen ** into the toilet and destroy the evidence?"

Christina followed Heisenberg's partner slowly upstairs with a gun, joking as she went.

I didn't go upstairs on the weekend, but went downstairs to the living room with a gun and watched the four thugs lying on the ground with the big-bellied gnats.

Originally, there should be a disturbing sound here, and a group of women sitting downstairs who only wore pajamas and half-exposed were currying favor with prostitutes, but recently, it is not like that, and it is clean as if it has just been cleaned, and there is no illegal smell.

"Hey, coP, I'm asking if you have a warrant."

The black man was quite anxious to ask, and then he said like a cannon: "You can also see, the weapons on the table are all new, all bought from Wal-Mart supermarkets, there are legal registrations, and the four of us have no criminal records." Mr. Policeman, do you want to sue me now for the reason for the trespass, or do you want to wait for my lawyer to come? ”

"By the way, don't expect to frame me with the charges of 'brothel-house' and taking in 'prostitution-prostitution' and organizing 'prostitution', this is just an ordinary dwelling, a legal house in my name."

They are prepared.

The weekend couldn't understand why these guys were so prepared, they didn't know they were going to come with Heisenberg before they came to this brothel - how could this little gangster be so well prepared. As things stand, it would be impossible for Christina and Heisenberg's partner, Joey, to take down any of the prostitutes—clients or prostitutes—from the upper floors, and they were as eager to whitewash the house as a clean church as if they had known they were going to be raided by the police.

The big-bellied cicada man was still arguing with the hooligans there: "Dog, the house in your name is not yours, how old are you this year?" 24？ 25？ How many legitimate job offers have you had? Why do you own such a good house? Zhou, a police officer who receives a monthly salary from the police department, owes a large amount of inheritance tax to the bank when he inherits the 420,000$ worth of house left to him by his parents, can you own a house in a wealthy area with such a luxurious decoration? ”

"I'll definitely get the lawyer to complain about you!" The black boy was lying on the ground and seven were still dissatisfied and eight were angry, obviously knowing the bottom of his heart.

"Zhou, Heisenberg."

There were shouts from upstairs, followed by footsteps on the stairs, and when Joey and Christina were seen on the weekend, Christina looked at him and shook her head, which meant, nothing.

Seeing this, the black man who was lying on the ground and stabbed at the scene, as if he had just experienced the victory of a war, shouted at Heisenberg: "who's-DaDDY-now." ”

Like, it's a trouble.

The four policemen broke into the brothel in the impression of night and night singing, but only four men were found in this house, they were not prostitutes, the key problem was that they did not have a search warrant, if the black man insisted on this point, as long as the four black people were in a good mood, even the four policemen, including the weekend, would all be charged with trespassing. Although Drake will give them the procedures for a search warrant, they can't run away with a harsh reprimand, and once the matter gets into the media, with the current Ferguson case in the United States, they may immediately become a target for discrimination against blacks.

"I know where the nearest drug dealer is." Joey said this suddenly.

“FucK－You－man！ Don't try to frame it! The black man roared like crazy.

Heisenberg crouched down next to the talkative black man and asked, "Listen, we're not here for you four bastards." Yesterday afternoon, a man died in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town, the son of police chief Derek, who had been shot three times and his feet cut off. Now that the police throughout Montec are looking for the killer and clues, we need a name, a name for the gunman who heard the gunshots or sold them to someone. ”

"If I knew who did this, I'd like to treat him to a drink." The black man lay on the ground and pouted arrogantly.

"You don't seem to understand!" Heisenberg reached out and slapped the black man on the back of the head, then added, "If you're willing to give me that name, we'll have no conflict, we-cooL." Otherwise......"

"Where's Zhou?"

Christina found the weekend gone, right at Heisenberg's speaking booth.

……

This house...... The decoration is really tempting.

During the weekend wandering around the house, he walked every inch of the first floor as far as his eye could see, admiring the nude statues in the room. Those naked women are carved very expressively, some pose in an S shape holding an empty water bottle, some turn their backs to look back and pout their buttocks, how much these sculptures are worth on the weekend can not be judged, it can be concluded that people who come here to have fun should be very tasteful guys.

Skirting the stairs around the corner, he didn't rush upstairs on the weekend, he wanted to see what was in this house, wondered what had caused the four thugs outside to empty the place, and put on a posture that he had known that the police were coming.

He believes that in a word, everything that happens must have traces to follow, and if you have a clear conscience, you don't need to cover it up, and there will be no signs; On the contrary, it must be covered up, there must be signs of it, and the more such signs, the easier it is to go up the vine, this is the way to solve the case, and to go down this path is a crime, and to go up the river is what you are doing on the weekend.

So, when he was looking at the room on the weekend, he looked at it in various positions, standing, sitting, crouching, lying down, and by any means inspecting every corner that was easily overlooked by other postures, and he had to find out what the thugs were trying to hide.

It's a pity that it was not the perverted murder case that forced the weekend to use his real skills, but the brothel that was likely to put him on the back of an 'illegal break-in' punishment. The Ministry of Internal Affairs will definitely focus on him when the time comes.

Crunch.

Weekend pushed open the door to a room on the side of the stairs, and it was a toilet, very clean.

Walking into the toilet, on the weekend, according to his habit, he first stood and observed the ceiling, and when he was sure that there was nothing abnormal, he began to sit on the toilet to survey the walls, which seemed to have just been whitewashed, and finally, he endured the reluctance in his heart and lay on the ground, at this time, he turned his head from side to side to observe the corners of the wall and the corners that were invisible when standing and sitting, such as the bottom of the toilet......

The real solution to the case is not just a person who can speak the word 'boom, boom, boom' to a few Sherlock Holmes-like reasoning, which cannot be trusted by judges and juries, and solving a case is always the first evidence to have reasoning, otherwise any inference will not stand.

"Kerry, I need your Coke, ruler, and a blank piece of paper, a Coke in the car!"

Lying on the ground, the weekend finally found something that he couldn't figure out.

It was a drop of blood, only a drop, hidden by the toilet, if it wasn't for lying on the ground on the weekend, there would never be any trace of this drop of blood, and what was more interesting was that this drop of blood had no signs of splashing, it was a very round drop. It's hidden in the hardest corners to clean and not easy to find, mixed with dust that has long been ignored by cleaners, and it may not be immediately recognizable if it weren't for the different colors and too many similar droplets of blood seen over the weekend.

This drop of blood shows that the distance of the blood droplet is not high, at least not from the human chin, because from the chin dripping, the blood droplet will more or less have some splashes, and it will be in the shape of the sun on the child's painting, and the distance is there. There are very few places in the human body that can cause blood droplets to fall, such as the tip of the hair, the chin, the earlobe, the tip of the nose, the tip of the fingers, and that's it, plus the roundness of the blood droplet rather than the oval or cone, which proves that the blood fell directly and was not thrown here.

From this, it can be determined that this drop of blood is not the blood of the aunt of one of the prostitutes-women in this room, these women will use aunt towels when they come, even when the eldest aunt comes in her sleep, the first thing in the morning is to take a bath, change her underwear and bring an aunt's towel, and no woman can endure the filth of dirty blood to go to the toilet and throw it everywhere.

So, whose blood is it?

The weekend is still uncertain, but he will soon be able to find out by elimination.

"Hey, Zhou, where are you?"

"Toilet."

Christina walked in with a piece of paper and a Coke in her hand: "What are you doing?" ”

"Where's the ruler?" Weekend didn't answer her, but asked directly.

"Where do I have a ruler?"

"Borrow it, go find a neighbor to borrow it."

Christina rolled her eyes and ran out without saying anything, and when she came back again, she had a tape measure in her hand.

The first step in taking the tape measure over the weekend is to measure the diameter of the drop of blood, and after measuring the diameter, keep the number in mind, and the next step is to start looking for a posture, he has to find a position that can directly drop the blood droplets closest to the back of the toilet, but this posture has not been studied for a long time, the key is that it is too awkward, every time I want to lean on the toilet tank and stretch my hand to the level position with the blood droplets in the posture of naturally falling with both hands, I will always be knocked back by the water tank on the toilet.

It is unrealistic for a normal person to endure this pain and drip blood, which is simply a competition with himself. However, it is also impossible to kneel on the toilet seat with one leg, who would use such a special position to drip blood here?

What kind of person would sit on the toilet and drop blood in that position?

Could it be that the body is relatively numb, such as being high and drunk...... Or, just a dead man with no feelings!

Weekend was taken aback by his own thoughts, and he came to find evidence to counteract the trespass, but he didn't expect ......

"Kerry."

“whaT？” Christina watched the weekend back and forth adjusting herself, as if she was a psychopath but didn't have any medication, and replied in confusion.

"Pull the ruler out, press it against the ground with 0cm, and help me make the ruler at a 90° right angle to the ground."

"Why do you do that?"

Weekend looked back with a smile and said to Christina, "I'm going to sue sù the thugs, who's-DaDDY-now." ”