Morris was a die-hard gang member, having been in the gang since he was fourteen years old. In the past 20 years, he has been imprisoned three times, the first two times for two years and three years for assault in order to climb the ladder. The third time, there were some problems within the gang, and when dealing with the traitor, he was accidentally witnessed by ordinary citizens and called the police, and he apologized for the gang's big boss and was imprisoned for six years. It can be said that almost half of the time since he joined the gang has been spent in prison.

This allowed him to accumulate very old qualifications, and at the same time established his position in the gang, especially when he helped the big boss to take the blame. Four people died at the time, and according to imperial law, Maurice should have been sentenced to death by hanging. However, it was at the stage when the war was about to break out, and the whole society was concerned about the war, not the gang infighting in a rural city and how many people died.

Whether the gang's boss is defending his men or moved by Morris's scapegating for him, he must do what a boss should do. He spent about 20,000 yuan to buy off the judges of the Turnnell City Court, the prosecutors, and the state attorneys, and finally Morris was convicted of "justifiable defense" and "manslaughter", plus the lawyer's clever tongue and gold yuan offensive, Morris was sentenced to ten years in prison.

On the last day of his sixth year in prison, he was granted bail.

After leaving the prison, the boss decides to give him a good job, which is to raise money for the gang. This kind of work is called a fisherman in the gang, and Morris is very grateful for it. Before he came out, he thought that he should almost be given up by the gang, and when he came out, he was given three or five thousand yuan, and he had to find a place to fend for himself. What I didn't expect was that the big boss still remembered him, not only fished him out in advance, but also gave him a good job.

Morris's motivation has been exhausted by an eleven years in prison, and he is very satisfied to be able to get such a pension job.

It is precisely because of this job that he shifted his hobby from obtaining higher status and power to how to make himself satisfied and happy.

It must be mentioned here that the reason why Morris joined the gang at the age of fourteen was that he recklessly fell in love with a girl and was then severely humiliated. The girl came from a big city, had a good family background, and was well educated. The reason why she came to Turnaire was because she didn't know where to go in the summer, so she came to Turnaire with her classmates.

When the girl raised her head arrogantly, looked at Maurice's slightly dirty clothes and dusty cheeks with contemptuous eyes, and then laughed at him in a nonchalant tone, Maurice felt that he should change something, instead of cowardly stepping back under the girl's aggressive eyes.

He told himself that he was not wrong, he just liked beauty, and it was not wrong to like it.

Therefore, there is today's Morris, who likes to conquer those girls who seem to be literate in his own way to fill the shadow left in his teenage heart.

He is also very sensible, because he never touches people who seem rich, because he knows that he cannot afford to offend rich people.

At this time, he slowly raised his hands, his eyes rolled around, trying to find something reflective from the walls of the surrounding room, to see who was behind it, he slowed down his tone while looking for an opportunity, this is not the first time he has experienced such a situation, a few years ago when he drank too much and walked home alone, something like this happened in an alley. And the fact that he is still standing here today shows that nothing happened to him at that time.

"This friend, if I have ever inadvertently offended you, I apologize to you for my mistake. If you just want to improve your life, there are my clothes on the hanger, and there are almost a hundred or so in it, you can take them all ......", he said and slowly wanted to turn back, at this moment, there was a buzzing wind, and a blunt object slammed into his head.

The back of the human brain is very fragile, not as hard as the forebrain, and after being smashed, Morriston felt two hot streams go down his nose and drill out. And he himself was beaten and staggered forward, bent over with his head bowed, and half-squatted on the ground. He touched his nose and put it in front of his eyes to see that it was not blood, but a clear liquid. He felt something inexplicable, but he didn't know that a nosebleed was far better than a clear liquid.

Because, that thing is called cerebrospinal fluid.

After the brief tension passed, there was a sharp pain in the back of the head, and the brain was swollen and throbbing. As soon as he was about to stand up, a huge force kicked him in the ass, knocking him to the ground.

The wrestling was not comfortable, especially at this time Morris was still naked, and the skin that had just been bathed was like the most effective brake pad, rubbing and making a squeaky sound. There was a heavy sound of footsteps behind him, and then a dirty boot that he hadn't even bothered to look at before stomped on the back of his hand, and he was about to shout when a dark shadow appeared out of the corner of his eye, and then his whole head was kicked up.

When his consciousness was already a little blurred, someone turned him over, his eyes suddenly widened, and on the sofa not far in front of him, there was a teenager. He had met the boy three days earlier, and in the bar called Golden Crystal, he remembered how he had rejected the other man's kindness and driven him to the brink.

Now, the situation is reversed.

It may be that Morris feels that he is a gang member after all, and there is also a big boss to take care of himself, and he has some fame in Turnier City, and his previous weakness suddenly became strong, and he gasped while roaring: "Are you crazy? For more than a thousand dollars, are you crazy?"

"Crazy?", Durin shrugged his shoulders, "maybe." When someone gets in the way of my money, I'm crazy. I don't know if you've ever heard of a Gualt proverb that when you cut off someone else's way of getting money, it's like killing their parents with your own hands. ”

Graff, who stepped on Maurice's palm, forgot about Durin in amazement, and then recalled it with his muscular head, as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

After hearing this, Morris laughed angrily, "Is the land of more than a thousand dollars also a wealth?"

Durin shook his head, "It's 100,000 yuan!", just when Morris was stunned, Durin got up from the sofa, walked up to Morris, and patted Morris's well-maintained face, "Goodbye!"

The moment he said this, he casually picked up the empty wine bottle on the table and smashed it on Morris's head. There was a muffled thud, like the sound of a bowstring being pulled, and the bottle shattered, and then Durin took the pointed end and stabbed it into Maurice's neck.

The blood did not splash out like in the film and television works he had seen in his dreams, it did not bleed at first, and the moment he pulled out the broken wine bottle, Morris began to twist his body wildly, perhaps because of his violent movements, the blood in the wound began to gush out rapidly, as if half of the faucet was turned on, and it squeezed out rhythmically.

If the broken bottle is the murder weapon, then Morris's heart is an accomplice, after all, the blood is squeezed out of his heart, not anyone else.

It lasted less than a minute before his movements became weak, and when he finally raised his hand to grab something, his movements came to an abrupt halt.

Durin put the bottle down, and then another person walked in from the hallway, Kevin.

There was nothing wrong with his face, for lawyers, homicide is their favorite case, because the murderer will not skimp on his money in order to live, and Kevin, who has read many files, has long lost his initial feeling about corpses or something.

Durin stood up and pouted, "Are you coming or am I?"

Kevin glanced at the girl in the bedroom who was still unconscious, and thought for a moment, "It's better for you to come!"

It's as simple as that, in this age when there is no way to extract DNA for testing, it is perhaps the favorite of all perverts and murderers, because they don't need to think about whether they will leave any evidence behind. As long as it's invisible to the naked eye, it doesn't exist.

Ten minutes later, Durin came out of the room and left with Graff and Kevin.

As they left the hotel for up to three minutes, two police cars whizzed in, and according to reports they had received, there might have been a homicide in the hotel.