The sound of low moans spread all around, and the eyes of the people around subconsciously looked at the strong guys, especially Eckerd without the influence of the people around him, he reacted quickly.

"Who are you?"

"Which media are you reporters for?"

The deputy director's eyes swept over several people, and he asked questions again and again.

The sudden quiet environment made the strong guys stunned, which was completely inconsistent with the situation they expected, and then Eckerd's question made them look at each other, and they were ready to leave temporarily.

But before the guys could move, Eckerd shouted into the distance.

"Officer Lin and Officer Mei have a few troublemakers here!"

"They may have something to do with the murder that just happened!"

The voice came from afar, and Lin An and Mei Huasheng, who were at the gate of the warrior sanatorium, immediately turned their heads, and the latter walked towards here without thinking about it.

Looking at the few people who came over, a few guys who were originally collecting money to do things immediately panicked.

They usually just fight petty, and a fight is the sky, and they don't dare to get involved in the murder case or anything.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"We have nothing to do with this homicide!"

A guy yelled loudly.

The other two guys just turned around and ran.

Sometimes, if you are not afraid of a god-like opponent, you are afraid of a pig-like teammate.

If you don't run, the most you can do is attract Mei Huasheng's inquiry.

And a run?

"Give me chase!"

Lin An shouted, and the surrounding police quickly chased after him, and Mei Huasheng had already run out.

Suddenly, there was chaos at the entrance of the warrior sanatorium.

……

When Qin Ran and Eckerd were surrounded by reporters, Lin. Amy got out of the other side of the nanny's car, and after glancing at Qin Ran and Eckerd who were caught in the crowd, he quickly ran towards the warrior sanatorium.

The makeup artist knew very well that he had to find out what they didn't know as soon as possible, otherwise he would just fall into passivity.

Maybe the makeup artist is kind, but definitely not stupid.

He is even clearer about the rumors about Eckerd.

Therefore, he understood that once Eckerd was finished, it would definitely not be Qin Ran who would be followed by the end, but him, the guy who had already been labeled.

The make-up artist stood outside the cordon, poking his head into the warrior's sanatorium.

He saw Mei Huasheng, who was more attributed, but he wisely did not speak.

Although they haven't been together for a long time, he clearly knows that the other party will never reveal any news to him, and even detain him directly.

As for the Officer Lin next to Mei Huasheng?

The makeup artist shook her head.

He had only met the other person once.

At most, he is a familiar face, why should the other party help him?

Undoubtedly, the same is true for others.

As soon as the makeup artist gritted his teeth, he ran around the sanatorium.

I couldn't ask, I was left to investigate in person

And under the premise that the gate is closed, he can only choose another entrance.

The warrior sanatorium is converted from an old school, the area is not too big, but it is not small, the makeup artist originally thought that the police who blocked the surrounding area must have something missing, but he underestimated Mei Huasheng too much, not only did there be no omission around, on the contrary, his peeping also attracted attention.

"What for?"

"Get out of here!"

"Journalists can't enter!"

A young policeman's gaze swept over the makeup artist hanging on. Chest. After the previous work card, his brows furrowed, and he simply let out a loud shout.

"Okay, okay."

The makeup artist scratched her head and stepped back with a smirk.

When retreating to the door of the warrior's sanatorium, the makeup artist was as impatient as an ant on a hot pan.

He didn't know what to do at all.

And at this time, a loud shout came.

"Give me chase!"

The make-up artist watched as the police guarding the door and around them quickly chased after the crowd of reporters in front of him, he didn't know what was happening, but he knew it was an opportunity.

Didn't go straight to the gate.

There were still those left behind, and he circled back to a place he had seen before.

A corner near the gate, but near the main entrance, you can't see it.

Sure enough, the young policeman here had already chased him out.

Without hesitation, the makeup artist climbed over the iron fence.

Maybe the walking posture is a little enchanting, but when I first lived in the countryside, I didn't do a lot of makeup artists who climbed trees and dug birds' nests.

Compared with the big trees, this iron fence with stepping on and supporting is really too easy.

Three-five by two, the make-up artist jumped into the courtyard of the warrior's sanatorium, and then, he went straight into the nearest window.

Call!

With a long sigh, the makeup artist glanced back, and when he saw that no one had noticed him, he immediately rushed down the corridor towards the scene of the crime.

The Soldiers' Sanatorium has two main buildings: the Diagnosis and Treatment Building, the Inpatient Department and the Activity Hall, which are the office building, the classroom building and the family building of the former old school.

One of the places where the homicide took place was on the first floor of the inpatient unit.

The makeup artist at the moment is in the inpatient department.

Soon, he saw the office where the murder had taken place.

There are two police officers standing guard at the door, and there are forensic records inside.

Looking at the two policemen, the makeup artist knew that there was no way around it.

Although he didn't know what the cause of the previous riot was, he knew it wouldn't last long.

He's running out of time!

The makeup artist quickly put away his badge and adjusted his mood, and after trying to make himself less nervous, he ran quickly.

"Hurry, hurry."

"Support is needed from outside!"

The makeup artist looked out of breath.

"I'll take a look!"

One of the two policemen in front of the door said to his companion and ran out, while the rest stared at the makeup artist with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Naturally, there are plainclothes police officers among the police.

But few of the plainclothes police officers have long ponytails, unless they are on a special mission.

"Let, let me take a breath."

"I'll explain it to you in a moment."

The makeup artist waved his hand and said this, while his eyes looked inside.

Two bodies, a man and a woman.

The man was a doctor and the woman was a nurse, side by side, on their knees, hung by a rope hanging from the ceiling.

And in front of the two corpses, it was ......

Three fingers.

Three were cut off by the roots, and the index finger stood erect in front of the corpse.

It looks like three sticks of incense.

Unfortunately, there is no smoke rising from the clouds.

There was only a stain of blood.

Not on the three index fingers, which were clean, and the blood stained appeared on the ground where the three index fingers touched.

The strange picture of corpses, blood stains, and severed fingers made the makeup artist feel nauseous, and he didn't hold back the feeling of gagging, but covered his mouth and looked up to ask the police in front of him.

"Where's the bathroom and bathroom?"

The makeup artist asked.

"Over there."

The suspicion in his eyes grew stronger, but the police still showed the way for the makeup artist.

Looking at the makeup artist who rushed into the toilet, he turned on the walkie-talkie.

A moment later –

Tread, stomp.

In a burst of rapid, rhythmic footsteps, Mei Huasheng appeared.

Without the slightest hesitation, the former female warrior kicked the door of the men's restroom.

Bang.

The door opened.

It was empty.

Suddenly, Mei Huasheng's already cold face became more and more cold.

She didn't think about it, so she walked out.

She knew who to turn to.