The next morning, it was a sunny and beautiful day, although I had already felt a little hungry since last night, in order to save the little food left, I simply chose to sleep to survive.

When the sun rose, Ma Shuo opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at the old figure who was sleeping soundly on the edge of the bed with only a little bit of the bed, and his eyes suddenly moistened.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he crossed the old body as slightly and slowly as possible, quietly put on his shoes and walked out of the door to wash up briefly.

Last night's experience always made him feel uneasy, if it weren't for the nameless black shadow he encountered at the last moment, I'm afraid he would have been beaten half to death!

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, touched his shriveled stomach and muttered, "Why do people eat?

After thinking about it, he shook his head violently, threw this idiotic thought out of his head, and then turned back to the house.

He was hungry again.

Open the package that the two of them carried with them, it was full of steamed buns, although it was difficult to swallow, but the instinct of hunger overcame the resistance of taste, and when you chewed carefully, there was even a hint of sweetness.

After eating one steamed bun, I was about to pick up the second one, but I was attracted by the corners of the two cyan banknotes under the steamed bun.

One, two, three. There are a total of twenty-five hundred-yuan banknotes, although I don't know how much these non-Jinwu currencies are worth, but if you have a little money on your body, at least it is much more convenient than carrying steamed buns!

These were the fruits of last night, and although I don't know where I got them, at least he wasn't hurt.

For the two people who had been in danger before, the act of stealing had long since lost their sense of guilt. It may not be a big deal for others to have less money, but if they don't have a penny, they probably won't be able to run away if they want to.

After putting the money back in its place, Ma Shuo was going to sit in the courtyard, after all, he was tired, give him a quiet environment to rest!

Facing the newborn sun, sitting under the eaves of the courtyard, closing his eyes and feeling the warmth of his whole body, Ma Shuo, who was full of food and drink, stretched his waist.

It's so comfortable! I really want to sleep again!

When he was about to doze off, he suddenly heard the conversation between the boss and his wife sounding from far and near at the door.

"You old thing, what do you see! That little rascal deserves to die, he knows how to bully people all day long! Look at it, he has been punished!"

"Oh, hey, wife, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, can you let go? I'm just curious, oh, didn't you see it, wife, the second egg's head is all gone! The walls are full of blood and brains! That scene, tsk tsk! It's so relieving, hey!"

Although he couldn't understand what they were talking about, from the exaggerated movements and surprised expressions of the boss when he explained, Ma Shuo was a little curious!

The two bosses saw their expressions sitting in front of their house stunned, smiled and turned around and quickly went back to the house, and continued to mumble something in their mouths.

Suddenly, Lao Yu's familiar voice sounded behind Ma Shuo: "Young master, they are saying that a person named Erdan died outside last night, it seems that he is a little rascal, and he died a very miserable death!"

After saying a word behind him, Ma Shuo immediately turned his head to look, and hurriedly got up and greeted: "Grandpa, go to sleep again, you should be very tired last night!"

Lao Yu shook his head with a smile and explained: "Thank you young master for your concern, Lao Yu is old and sleeps less, and now he is rested!"

Nodding his head to show that he understood, Ma Shuo pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something, and applied like an ordinary child: "Grandpa, let's eat something first, and accompany me to see the dead man's place later, okay?"

The murder in the southern suburbs of Wanghai Town is not a trivial matter, and according to the informant, the person died a terrible death. Roderick, who is the sheriff of the South City, personally led people to the scene, and the moment he saw the body under the leadership of the informant, he still couldn't help but feel nauseous.

Although I had imagined a lot of scenes in my mind before, such scenes are now too rare. I have been working as a patrol soldier for 20 years now, and I have only seen similar scenes twice.

Covering his nose, he glanced at the headless corpse by the wall again before waving his hand and ordering: "All staff are on alert, disperse idle people, etc., protect the scene, no one is allowed to approach!"

Then he gave up a position, and from the side came the figure of a thin man with black hair, brown eyes, a mask, and a white suitcase.

"Dr. Flode, get me the results as soon as possible!

As a special medical officer who specializes in examining the scene and corpse for the security department of Wanghai Town, although Froude is nominally under Roderick's jurisdiction, he can actually kill no one.

Not only because of the special functionality of the position, but also because the top boss of his immediate boss is the deputy city lord who is the part-time director of Wanghai Hospital, Lord Rex.

The two are only one level apart, and it is said that it is a subordinate relationship, but it is not an exaggeration to treat it as a dispatch and cooperative relationship!

Frode bowed lightly as a courtesy: "Yes, Lord Roderick!"

After opening the box, bringing the tools, and carefully scanning the scene, Flot did not approach the corpse, but first went to the other side of the alley, gently lifted a badly twisted folding stool, and observed it up and down.

The hole in the center of the seat, in particular, aroused Froude's great interest.

Pine wood is delicate and hard, and it should be broken after being impacted. Unless it is directly penetrated by a sharp object, thinking of this, he turned his head and asked: "Dear Lord Roderick, may I ask if there are any weapons that will cause this kind of destruction!"

Because of the importance of the matter, Roderick didn't dare to slack off, took it and looked at it carefully, and after thinking for a while, he replied with a hint of uncertainty: "Maybe only part of the heavy hammer bulge can smash this kind of trace, but. ”

After looking around, there were no traces of heavy weapon fights before continuing: "But there are no other traces of fights around, that is to say, when the murderer can kill with one blow, there is no need to leave such a slight but obvious clue!"

Froude groaned and nodded: "Sir, please inform the Beast Hunter Team to send someone to come and reinforce it, maybe it is not the person who killed this person at all!"

After hearing this, Roderick and all his subordinates looked at the medical officer with a serious expression in surprise: "Medical Officer Frode, are you suspicious?"

"Well, it's better for everyone to run for nothing than to ignore this possibility! After all, these monsters are too unstable!" Frode nodded in response!

When martial law was placed under martial law at the murder scene, Lao Yu had just arrived at the scene carrying the diminutive Ma Shuo. Under the pressure of Lao Yu's relatively strong force, they did not linger on the periphery, and walked directly to the front row, next to the patrol soldiers, looking lively.

The deaf and clear-sighted Lao Yu listened to the conversation between the two sheriffs in his ears for the first time, and the two watched the development of things step by step without saying a word.

Pony only glanced at the corpse and focused his gaze on his surroundings. Although he was disgusted and afraid of seeing the corpses, he was very familiar with the environment.

That's right! That's right, the figure I met here last night who didn't see his face clearly!

And he just reminded him and ran away, but he didn't expect that he would torture and kill the people who chased him so ferociously!

Should we thank him?

Thinking of this, he frowned lightly and patted Lao Yu under him: "Grandpa, go back, I'm a little scared!"