In the afternoon, another body was found, not from a shotgun, but from a pistol, and not of the missing officer, but of the searching officer, a discovery that made everyone tremble and rage.

The police officers were equipped with body armor, but what to do if they were shot in the head by the murderer in the dense forest, so the search team was all grouped into groups, and each group of ten people divided the search.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, a missing police officer was found, although he was injured, but he was still alive and already suffering from hypothermia.

“Adams！ Lanchester！ "The lady can only call her friend in the dumbest way.

Her friends.

The lady found the professor's pocket watch in the bushes.

It was well hidden, not like it had fallen unintentionally, and the discovery of the bracelet was ringed, which made her a little more excited, so she told the officers in her group to tell it to the police officers who were with her, and even though it was getting dark, she asked to continue the search.

Because the longer it drags on, the more dangerous they become.

With a people-centric mindset, the on-site commander agreed, and the reason for the increased search effort was Adams' surname Carlos.

They began to search around the center of the pocket watch, the mountains and forests were full of barking dogs, and the lady brought the professor's cologne, hoping to come in handy, but yesterday's snow covered all traces.

“Lanchester！” Wang Xizhi shouted again, the little jungle tracking lesson she had learned in Darkmond was of little use here, because she couldn't look at it all objectively.

She was afraid of losing those two people, the two people she had become accustomed to, the two people who had been with her since the beginning.

She began to regret why she hadn't come with them, even if it was better than standing here anxiously searching.

Wang Xizhi stopped, she forced herself to calm down, and a police officer stopped her and asked, "Do you know this?" ”

She saw the young master's mobile phone, buried in the bushes. A head was exposed, and she also saw a bullet casing.

She reached out and picked up the shell, which was also pressed into the dirt, the 9mm caliber shell, which she wanted to believe was a HKP7 bullet.

Lanchester, I'm not a roundworm in your stomach, you're going to give me some clues.

She turned on the young master's mobile phone, the screensaver was a photo, it was Adams who was injured and unconscious, it was obvious that the professor was taking him, and there was a text message in the mobile phone message that could not be sent because there was no signal, and the time was 2:53 this afternoon.

It was addressed to the king, and it was written "Jaken" and "Wein".

He left a clue for the king to find him, but he did not say it explicitly, he left a code telling him where to look for him, but at the same time he was worried that the murderer would find out, so this code was only understood by the lady.

Of course she understands.

This is his book "The Psychology of Sinners", a short story in a certain chapter, Jaken and Wein are two poor orphans, they are not fed and clothed in the town, they are oppressed in various ways, and finally Jaken, who suffers from domestic violence, accidentally kills his father and escapes to the top of the mountain where Wein often gathers with Wein, and when Wein comes to comfort him as always, he sees Jaken jump off the cliff.

The lady went up the mountain, and they leaned towards the top of the mountain, but on the top of the mountain, there was only the unconscious young master, not the old gentleman.

She found a lot of bullet casings, found traces of scuffles, Adams was unconscious, but his injuries were not fatal, he had a scar on the head from a heavy blow, and he was quickly sent down, and the lady shouted from the top of the hill: "Lanchester! ”

Her voice echoed through the cliffs, startling the crows of the woods, but no one could respond to her.

It was now 8:36 p.m., and the lady was carrying a flashlight, because she had rescued the young master and found the two police officers who had been killed, and the sheriff suggested that the operation be suspended to avoid new losses.

"What about Lanchester?" She asked.

"We'll continue our search after dawn, we're too far away from the manor, and the officers need to rest."

With anger in her eyes, this thin oriental woman gritted her teeth and didn't say anything, looking at his unyielding expression, she walked forward to the steeper side of the cliff, and was alone.

Someone called out to her, but most were silent. Someone looked at it for a while, turned around and left; When someone leaves, there is no hesitation. Someone guarded the cliff uneasily, watching the flashlight go away, constantly calling her, and finally watching the light point get smaller and smaller.

She had a flashlight in her left hand and a gun in her right hand, and she saw the marks, the marks of something rolling, and she was a little afraid, afraid that there would be a stiff old gentleman at the end of the traces.

But there was no one there, and the old gentleman's gun was on the ground, and there were no bullets.

Wang Xizhi pinched her flashlight, looked at the darkness around her, and turned it off, she knew very well that in this kind of dense forest, if there were prisoners and dangers, she would be a target with a flashlight.

She was scared, really scared, not afraid of the dark, not afraid of death, afraid of not finding the professor, afraid of finding him too late.

Wang Xizhi's gaze gradually adjusted to the darkness, and it was a very difficult time to find the professor, because if Wang could easily find him, trouble would be okay. Maybe the only way to save him is to let trouble come to him.

And you can't lure the professor over and mess with him, like shouting at him now.

Wang Xizhi turned on the flashlight and shuttled between the trees.

She shuttled through the jungle, covering her figure, under the snow under her feet, and every time she fell footsteps, there was the sound of dead leaves, and the autumn leaves had accumulated a thick layer on the ground, and the king held a flashlight in one hand and a gun in the other.

Footsteps in the jungle are the only sounds. In the deep mountains in winter, it seems that there are no insects and birds quiet.

She found some traces, human footsteps, two rows in total.

The cloth spacing is very large, and it should be left behind by running.

Wang Xizhi leaned against the tree, reached out and compared the two lines of footprints, one of them was bigger, she compared, the other party should be very tall, and the weight is not light, the size should be larger than the professor.

She only had to look at the other line of footprints to know whose it was, but she soon realized that something was wrong.

The depth of the footprints on the left and right feet is different.

Her flashlight was a little bleaker than normal, Wang Xizhi didn't feel too much pressure, her act of turning on the flashlight was itself risky, but without the flashlight, she couldn't see anything.

If one side of his body is injured, he will run on his side, which may explain why the right foot is a little deeper, and he has a part of his left side that is injured, and he protects it behind him.

The professor who ran out of ammunition and was wounded.

She didn't have much time to delay.

The lady stepped forward, and soon the professor's footprints disappeared, the tall man's footprints were still there, and he went to the other side, Wang Xizhi clenched his pistol and stared at the footprints, the row of footprints was too deep, too deep than before.

At the moment when the professor's footprints disappeared, this person's footprints became deeper, he was not alone, he must still be carrying another person.

Although I don't know why.

"I owe you." Wang Xizhi's hands trembled a little, and he muttered to himself. "You'd better live and let me give it back to you."