The sky was somewhat overcast, with a thick cloud floating overhead, blocking the sunlight from above, and occasionally some light stubbornly fell through the gaps in the clouds and shone on the alley at three o'clock in the afternoon, but was also blocked by the high stone wall.

The alley is very narrow, the narrowest part can only accommodate two or three people walking side by side, this is because there are a lot of sundries piled up in the corners of the walls on both sides, there are people in the vicinity who need them, and more are human discarded, that is, garbage everywhere, but there are no temporary shacks built by homeless people with cardboard sundries, this is because the street girls have to work in it, and this alley does not allow homeless people to settle down.

There was a very special sour smell in the air, like the smell of dried urine, alcohol, and walking down the drain.

Occasionally, a gust of wind passes through the alley, and you will be greeted by a sour feeling, and if you take a deep breath, you may choke on tears.

Ryan didn't cover his nose like the cops behind him, looking disgusted, and occasionally swearing.

He walked in the dirty alley with tools, but it was like the emperor walking in his own court, his expression was very indifferent, and there was no emotion in his eyes, but it also gave people a feeling of being unapproachable.

Soon, they came to the scene of the incident.

Inspector Trim was smoking, and if he used to, he would lean against the wall, with his legs crossed, enjoying the aroma of tobacco, but now he could only stand upright, with an expression of impatience on his face from time to time, and his feet moved from time to time, and he always felt that his feet were too dirty, and yes, there was a lot of fresh vomit around him, which he and his ilks had made.

If he had to wait for the Iris to come, he would have fled.

Now, because he needs a policeman who understands the existence of irises, he has to stay here and endure all kinds of uncomfortable smells, extremely irritable, and extremely uneasy.

The irritability is because of the smell, and the restlessness is because of the corpse.

The murder happened yesterday, but the police arrived this morning, and it stands to reason that the scene should have been destroyed by those shameless people, and the property and even clothes owned by the corpses, which can be useful, have probably been swept away by those guys, and in this dilapidated neighborhood, it is not normal for such a thing to happen without happening.

However, the site is very well protected.

No one came within ten meters of the body.

The amount of vomit in the corners of the walls on both sides of the alley was not the work of Trim's police colleagues alone, and there was no lack of dedication from the people, all who saw the corpse.

I didn't dare to approach at all, just look at it, my feet will be weak, and then, there will be a burst of irrepressible nausea, and I can't help but vomit, like the kind of heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys that want to vomit out.

Sheriff Trim is no exception.

To be honest, to be able to become the detective of the homicide team, he has naturally been on a lot of scenes, especially in this bullshit coastal city, where people are born and people die, and it is always so complicated and crowded.

Trim has seen all kinds of strange murder scenes, he has seen fragments of corpses that have been brutally mutilated, he has also seen corpses that have been burned into a black piece of dead wood, and he has also seen carrion corpses that have been rotting for a long time and have maggots settled and broken out of their cocoons and turned into flies......

In short, no matter how disgusting, he can get used to it.

That's what it is!

Except for when he was a rookie, after he made a few ugly appearances when he appeared on the scene, there has never been a situation like yesterday, you know, he has a great nickname in the police station.

Iron Man!

Now, the nickname is nothing more than a joke.

This morning, like all his men, he vomited after just one glance at the corpse, no exceptions.

The coroner can't enter the scene at all, it's okay ten meters away, as long as he enters the range of ten meters, the closer he is, the more sad and painful he is, and this sadness and pain needs to be expressed by vomiting, even if he has vomited so much that there is nothing to vomit, even the bile has been vomited clean, the feeling of vomiting still exists, and there is a panic mood, if he moves forward, his internal organs will be vomited out.

Even if Trim urged and intimidated, the coroner could only hurriedly observe the body five meters away, and then formed an autopsy report and handed it to the above.

Not only here, but also other murder scenes.

Therefore, it is inevitable that an old policeman like him will think that this is an extraordinary event.

Seeing Ryan come in with tools, the policeman followed behind him with his hands in a big grin, and did not help.

Sheriff Trim's face suddenly sank, his broad nostrils twitched, and he threw the cigarette butt out of his hand like an angry lion, his face flushed, and he roared at his men.

"Brewer, you don't have eyes, don't you have hands, why don't you help my little brother get something!"

The uniformed policeman named Brewer was frightened by Trim's sudden rage, his expression was dazed, his eyes were dazed, his mouth was open, and he could play the ignorant fool without acting.

He was at a loss, his mouth squirming, but he didn't know what to say.

At this time, Trim, who was looking at Ryan, changed his expression again.

He smirked as he walked over to Ryan.

"This little brother, I'm tired of you to clean up, it's hard, it's hard......"

Now, his expression was as if he was facing the chief of the police headquarters in Reims City, who had come to inspect it, and this scene made the simple Breuer policeman look a little dazed, and he blinked, not believing what he was seeing.

"Roll ......"

Seeing the stupidity of his subordinates, Trim wanted to be angry again, but he didn't want to be rude in front of Ryan, so he temporarily held back and didn't shout loudly.

He waved his hand at Brewer and said impatiently.

"You can go......"

"Oh!"

Brewer answered, turned around, and left very simply.

As the lowest level of the police, it has become a habit to be instructed by the detectives and detectives, and it has become a habit to come and go as soon as it is gone, of course, after turning his back, he still spits out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground as usual.

I fantasized in my heart that if I became the director one day, then today's shame would definitely be rewarded a hundredfold.

Seeing Brewer leave, Ryan put down his tools and walked forward.

Ryan had participated in the warehouse incident and dealt with Trim, but Trim still didn't know his name because his performance was very indifferent, so Trim didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

"My lord, I don't dare to go over, so I'll wait for you here, okay?"

Trim said cautiously, observing Ryan's face.

Ryan's expression was as indifferent as ever, and he just nodded slightly.

His attention was all on the female corpse ten meters away, and a very special aura floated over, although there was no energy fluctuation, it was certain that this was an extraordinary event.

The smell is very familiar!

Yes, Ryan is familiar!