"I felt the smell of death there."

Jason replied.

Edward, however, was in a tight heart.

If an ordinary person said this, Edward would take it as a joke, but Jason said this, and Edward did not dare to be careless.

To be able to crisscross the battlefield alone unscathed, the perception must be extremely excellent, and in such a perception, it naturally includes some inexplicable intuition.

It can't be explained, but it really is.

"To what extent?"

Edward asked cautiously as he turned his gun on the lower building on one side of the apartment.

"Not too serious."

Jason replied.

It wasn't the worst answer, but Edward was still careful.

"Bansey."

Edward raised his hand.

Immediately, the assault team split in two.

Edward led the original team to continue searching for the apartment.

Little Bancy led the rest of the group in a search of the low-rise buildings.

This building is also an apartment.

The age is a little older than the next one, and the facilities are much older, the whole is a wooden structure, with basic water and electricity, but a lot of it is exposed, and it is obvious that it was rebuilt on the basis of the original building afterwards.

The manager of the apartment faced a group of armed police officers in Little Bansey, and let them go without any hindrance.

After letting his two colleagues guard the door, Bancy Jr. looked at Jason.

For Jason, after what happened last night, little Bancy has long been extremely respectful.

At this moment, Jason became an adviser to the Special Operations Group, and naturally, in Edward's absence, Bancy Jr. began to ask Jason's opinion.

However, Jason's answer was somewhat unexpected by Bancy Jr.

"The innermost third room."

"The second room on the left side of the second floor."

Jason said very accurately.

Little Bancy was stunned.

But he immediately came back to his senses and acted quickly.

"One shift to guard the staircase."

"The second shift goes to the second floor."

"Class 3 and I."

Little Bancy said as he walked to the innermost room on the first floor of the apartment.

Knock, knock.

Leaning against the wall, he knocked on the door and gestured to the apartment manager.

"Mr. Barra, room service."

The apartment manager shouted.

But there was no sound inside the door at all.

Little Bancy gestured again.

"Mr. Barra, room service."

The apartment manager shouted again, and then, very familiarly, retreated.

Little Bancy turned and kicked at the door.

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

Several guns pointed inwards the door.

The room is not big, you can see the bed from the door, and on one side of the bed is the small door of the bathroom, and at this moment the door is open, and a person kneels in front of the toilet and buries his head in the toilet.

Little Bancy put away his gun and walked into the room.

The floor was messy, there were bottles of wine everywhere, and the smell of alcohol was permeating, and little Bancy tiptoed closer to the bathroom.

The moment he walked into the bathroom, little Bancy almost threw up.

The inside of the toilet bowl has been used and has not been flushed.

And this dead person is 'drowned' in it.

"Is he Barra?"

Little Bancy asked.

"Look at the dress...... Should be. ”

The apartment manager was a little unsure.

"Leave two people here, and the rest with me."

Little Bancy said as he rushed towards the second floor.

In front of the second room on the left side of the second floor, the six people of the second class were guarding here, and after seeing Banxi, they all shook their heads, indicating that there was no movement in the room.

This time, Little Bancy was much more simply.

Lift up your foot and kick.

Bang!

The door opened directly.

However, the scene inside the door made little Banxi frown.

Exactly the same situation as downstairs.

'Drowned' in the toilet.

"Serial murder again?"

"Damn."

Bansey cursed under his breath.

He is about to be tormented to the point of nervous breakdown by the serial cases that continue to occur in Xinde City, the previous 'serial disappearance of women' is solved, but the cases of 'Ripper in the Night' and 'Hanged Man' have not been solved, and now there is one more 'man drowned in and urine'?

"Cordon off the scene."

Little Bancy said, turning and going downstairs.

He was thinking about how to start investigating the case in front of him.

Charging into battle, he is very good at it.

Investigable?

He was really at a loss.

And at this time, Edward entered the apartment with more people.

"How?"

Edward, who had found nothing in the apartment next to him, asked Little Bancy.

"Two people died."

"One of the basic confirmations is the residents here."

"The other one needs to wait for confirmation from the apartment manager."

"And ......"

Little Bancy's face couldn't help but become strange.

"What else?"

When Edward heard that two people had died, his brow straightened.

When he heard Little Bancy's hesitation, he immediately urged.

"And the two of them were drowned in the toilet."

"Moreover, the toilet was used and not flushed."

Little Bancy replied immediately.

"What?"

Even Edward couldn't help but be stunned at this time.

He glanced at Little Bancy.

Little Bancy nodded in reaffirmation.

"I'll go and see it."

Edward began to scout the scene.

The process took about ten minutes.

Edward came out with his nose covered.

His brow furrowed even tighter.

Both because no clues were found, and because it was stinky.

The whole site is very 'clean'!

The killer left no trace.

There are no signs of a fight, and there are no shoe prints.

The belongings of the deceased were also there, and there was no sign of turning them over.

"Revenge?"

Edward thought.

can drown the other party in the toilet, obviously hating the other party to do such a thing.

As he thought, Edward looked at Bancy Jr., who was making a note for the apartment manager.

"The deceased on the first floor is Barra, can you confirm it?"

"Yes."

"He stayed with me for 6 weeks and I know it well."

"Especially when he has a big mole at the corner of his mouth."

The apartment manager nodded.

"What about the upstairs?"

Little Bancy asked.

"The people upstairs moved in a week ago."

"He called himself Damonda."

"I'm not very familiar with him."

The apartment manager replied.

Little Bancy and the apartment manager asked and answered.

The rest of the officers questioned the other residents of the building.

Jason stood there looking at the apartment manager.

He is about forty to fifty years old, with dark hair, a receding hairline, an ordinary figure, hands leaking out, and no calluses on the backs of his hands or at the tiger's mouth.

Clean trouser legs and shoes.

In particular, leather shoes are wiped clean and reflective.

"Sir, do you have anything to do?"

The apartment manager was looked at by Jason unnaturally, and after taking notes, he turned around and asked.

"It's fine."

Jason shook his head at first.

Then, word by word

"Did you put the murder weapon in a drawer?"