Of course, the tragic situation of the limbs is too numerous to mention. Soon the three of them vomited together, and their eyes were straight.

The constant tension made everyone seem to ignore the smell of blood lingering in the air, and it was not until after witnessing such a truth that the cerebral cortex began to act, and all the sensory stimuli merged at this moment, violently stimulating their whole body.

In addition to nervousness, it is more of a sense of unrealism. Zhao Leng has been doing this business for several years, and it is the first time he has encountered such a tragic situation. The shattered limbs all around, the blood stains all over the place, and the strange smell that diffused in the air, all converged into the taste of a pot of stew.

Only Qian Bin seemed to have expected it a long time ago, just squinting, looking left and right and scanning the past one by one, and after a while, he said a word that was inhumane.

"The number of people is right, eleven." From the time the candle was lit, he had only said one thing and done one thing. The number of corpses matched the remaining two, no more, no less, and indeed the number of heads of the ten middle-aged people.

Zhao Leng was still trembling, and Lao Zhou couldn't even straighten his legs, but this Qian Bin could still count the corpses and the death toll casually.

"You're terrible too." Zhao glanced at him coldly: "You look like a trainee police officer." ”

Qian Bin smiled bitterly: "Before I went to the army, I worked part-time in the forensic identification army, and I saw a lot of corpses. ”

Zhao Leng muttered in his heart, no matter how many corpses he saw, it was impossible to get used to it.

But when she thought that in order to count clearly, Zhao Leng had to take all the severed arms and stumps into her eyes, and even the parts of her limbs that were torn apart, and she had to endure the scene of slurry flowing, she leaned against the wall,

Thinking of the fact that not long ago, when they were still at the same table, on the night when the lights were on, the dozen or so middle-aged people who were about to share dinner had only been a few hours, and at this time they had become lifeless corpses, and this sour feeling that spread to the stomach was even more violent.

"Don't you throw up?" Zhao Leng glanced at Qian Bin with great interest, and only got this answer.

"You get used to it when you see more, don't you too?" Qian Bin's whole body is tied, and only his mouth can move, so you can imagine how hard his mouth is.

However, Zhao Leng's eyes turned to Qian Bin: "After all, why are you here." I remember before I went to the police, I told you to stay and just let the members of the Serious Crime Team dispatch. ”

Qian Bin's face was a little embarrassed: "They don't come." ”

"I guess so." Zhao Leng smiled bitterly: "If they had come on time, the situation would not be like this now." ”

"But how did you get so many people?" The police on all sides have already begun to act, Zhao Leng asked.

"Just speculation." Qian Bin also replied briskly. "You can also see that from the moment he entered the house, this uncle's appearance was very strange, and the rich people who usually come to this kind of banquet are not like this."

"I'm asking, how did you persuade that stubborn old guy - I mean Lao Feng, to get him to agree to go to the police." Zhao Leng flattened his mouth, and didn't say the words later: Although the ones called were some grassroots policemen who were useless.

Qian Bin moved his legs with difficulty, kicked his neck on the ass of "Lao Zhou", and controlled him with his backhand who wanted to slip away - this is an important suspect. The other hand twisted the middle-aged man on the ground again.

"We've got a piece of information." Qian Bin glanced at Zhao Leng and said, "You also know this person." ”

Qian Bin's face was a little strange, Zhao Leng was silent for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Is it Lao Chai?" ”

Qian Bin smiled bitterly.

It seems that everything is in Lao Chai's plan, Zhao Leng shook his phone and nodded: "Now, what should be done is to pry out the truth from the mouth of this dog." ”

Zhao Leng stared at the middle-aged man who was so soft that he was on the ground, from the desperate situation in this killing game, looking at his velvety texture coat, coupled with gold-rimmed glasses, and the unconcealable temperament revealed from fear, Zhao Leng could see at a glance that this must be a rich man.

Qian Bin rolled up his sleeves: "I'll try him." ”

Zhao Leng clasped his hands to his chest, looked at Qian Bin again, and asked, "Do you know rich people very well?" ”

Qian Bin smiled bitterly, he could be said to be at the farthest distance from the rich, he shook his head and replied: "I don't understand, but I haven't eaten pork, and I haven't seen a pig run?" Most of these people like to show off their might, how can anyone in Lincheng not know? Check the interpersonal relationships, start with the investigation and interrogation of his family, and don't be afraid to recruit them. ”

Zhao Leng was silent, neither affirming nor denying.

Qian Bin could see at a glance that Zhao Leng was very interested in these, not necessarily because of occupational diseases.

So he whistled and waited for Zhao Leng to come over and beg him.

However, he didn't answer for a long time, Qian Bin gritted his teeth angrily, and continued: "I see that they are killing each other and looking crazy, there must be some reasonable explanation behind it." ”

Zhao Leng glanced back at Qian Bin, squatted down, and observed the man through the candle flame, looking like a conceit that was not afraid of heaven and earth hanging on his face, a dark brown jacket with velvet looked like a hanger, coupled with the arrogant eyebrows and the corners of his mouth, which made Zhao Leng quite unhappy.

"Do you understand?" Zhao Leng asked.

"I didn't understand anything, but isn't it easy to explain tonight? In my opinion, there must be a mastermind behind it. Qian Bin looked at Zhao Leng and grinned.

"Tell me about it." Zhao Leng said.

Qian Bin knew that the time had come, closed his mouth, and looked at Zhao Leng, at this time she was facing the dim candle flame, and her snow-white face was reflected in dark red, which looked a little charming.

"You speak first." Zhao Leng's words are very few, but the words are sonorous and powerful, and they don't seem to be very negotiable.

The police on all sides were cleaning up the wreckage in the house, Zhao Leng briefly investigated and found that the house was almost full of all kinds of murder weapons, in addition to a small number of firearms, there were also a large number of cold ice blades, after a simple identification, most of them were lethal.

Due to the lack of manpower, the on-site investigation can only be carried out according to the script, and further evidence collection cannot be carried out.

The most critical witness fell into a fainting due to the strong mental impact. This left the original investigation at an impasse. Zhao Leng thought about it and decided to apply to the court overnight, bring this important witness to his office, set up a separate arraignment room in the detention center, and spy on the situation overnight.

"You're crazy." Qian Bin was not happy: "Lonely men and widows are in the same room, this uncle may not be a good person." ”

Zhao Leng listened to Qian Bin's "advice", put down the slap that almost slapped out, stared for a moment, and said:

"You underestimate me?"

Qian Bin nodded for a while, shook his head again for a while, stretched out his foot and kicked the "uncle" on the side, and said, "Hey, uncle, don't pretend to be dead, you wake me up!" ”

Wake up? Zhao Leng looked at the uncle who was tied to the ground smartly, the latter couldn't stand Qian Bin's rude treatment and brilliance, and actually woke up slowly. He was so tied up that he couldn't even move a finger, so he had to wriggle on the ground like a maggot, turn around and find a corner, lean over, raise his head, and see a room full of policemen, his eyes rolling.

The uncle woke up like this, revealing a look of astonishment, and under the glittering candle flame, the blood plasma and wrinkles on his face were arranged together, and it looked a little gloomy.

He first moved his tightly bound body with difficulty, the knots that Zhao Leng gave him were very tight, his hands were still tied behind his waist, and his legs were also hung with ropes, and he could barely move.

The man had a thick mustache on his lips, which was stained with blood at this time. When he was nervous, his beard trembled along with his whole face, and he opened his mouth, and even his mouth was covered with blood.

"What's wrong? What's going on? The middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Strip. Child? Where did so many pieces come from. Sub slot! ”

This was his first sentence, and his voice was cowardly and trembling all over. If I hadn't seen him with my own eyes, I would have really regarded him as an innocent victim.

The man looked left and right, his eyes flickered, and finally stopped at Zhao Leng's face.

"Why are you tying me up?" The man forgave a few words of pain, groaned and complained. "It's a ...... of blood mold."

Before he finished speaking, Qian Bin stopped in front of Zhao Leng, stretched out his hand and twisted the man's jaw, his hands were like two rooting pliers, and as soon as he locked the man, he burst out with amazing force.

The man twisted his body in shock, sweat fell from his face, and words squeezed out of his throat and eyes: "Let go!" Let go! ”

But no matter how much he struggled and tossed, no one paid attention to him from beginning to end. Only Qian Bin stared carefully at the man's words and deeds, looking full of interest.

"What the hell do you want to do?" The uncle's frightened face was full of incredulity, although it could be seen from the dress and actions that the two were probably policemen, but he tried his best to put on an innocent and frightened look, and did not dare to look them directly in the eyes.

Qian Bin and Zhao Leng, you look at me, I'll look at you.

"We should ask and guess right!" Qian Bin glared at the middle-aged man fiercely, and the strength in his hand became even heavier: "Tell me honestly!" ”

The man knew that it was useless to cry out in pain, so he could only bite the bullet and shout: "What do you want to know?!! Aren't you police, what happened, you investigate for yourselves! I, I, how do I know, I still want to ask. ”

Qian Bin looked at Zhao Leng helplessly.

Chasing the enemy and taking the murderer, he is familiar with it. But when he was interrogated, he was out of line.

"Ask him." Zhao Leng twisted his face: "Why is it here?" ”

Qian Bin concocted the same method, twisted the man's chin, and asked fiercely: "Confess, say, what the hell are you fooling around here?" ”

"Fooling around?" Forced by Qian Bin's obscenity, the man almost made a voice like a ghost crying wolf: "How can I have, where do I dare - I am, that is, to meet friends, they send me an invitation, and I will be invited." ”

"Ask about the invitation." Zhao Leng listened to the man's defense and asked in a cold tone.

"Where's the invitation!" Qian Bin asked sharply.

The man glanced to his chest.

"Search." Zhao Leng ordered.

Qian Bin let go of the man and touched his chest, and sure enough, he found an invitation letter in the inner lining, and there were traces of opening on the gold-lacquered letter, and the name was vaguely recognizable in handwriting, but the innermost content was empty, leaving only a white pin.

"Damn, me!" Qian Bin twisted the man's neck and asked him to identify the empty envelope.

The latter's face turned pale and said hurriedly: "Impossible, I, I was fine when I came, how could it be not!" ”

Qian Bin's face was crooked: "What, you still ask us in turn?" ”

"Be careful." The man reminded him, "This thing is platinum, watch out." ”