Many of the murderer's practices are the existence that Zhao Ming and others can't understand at the moment. But what is certain, or what Zhao Ming himself is convinced, is that all the details have been considered by the murderer.

Suits, watches, three houses, chest engravings, and the questions about the lies of those who were most reassuring to Zhao Ming. The murderer must have some kind of purpose, but for the time being, that purpose is not clear enough.

Then, it is clear that you can directly leave the victim's ID card, or directly leave a note stating the identity of the victim, but the murderer did not do so.

Why is that?

Is there a suspicion, or does the killer not want the police to identify the victim soon?

"Maybe it's a time difference." Throwing away the bag, Zhao Ming said as he walked forward. "A bombshell news takes time to brew and ferment. The murderer is obviously plotting something heavyweight, and maybe all he needs is time. ”

Zhao Ming had not been exposed to this kind of case before, so what he said was just his own speculation. However, in terms of the law of development of things, there is nothing wrong with this.

The occurrence of any major event must be due to the fact that there have been many small things that may not seem to be related to each other.

When those little things accumulate to a certain amount, the big things will explode naturally.

"The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the anthill." After being silent for a while, Su Tingting suddenly sighed, and she sighed very appropriately.

Zhao Ming had a hunch that the small clues and small details that the murderer deliberately left behind that made them still confused would definitely lead to an unimaginable event at a certain time.

Thirteen addresses, and there is not much hope.

The figures of Zhao Ming and Su Tingting shuttled through all directions of the city, but more than two hours passed, but there was still no good news.

"There are seven more addresses," Su Tingting said, looking at the list in her hand.

Zhao Ming nodded, Shi Hao hadn't called yet, and obviously he hadn't found it. The speed on both sides should be about the same, that is, twenty-six addresses, and now only half of them are left.

Mercedes continued, at half past four in the afternoon, the third to last address on the list.

Standing in front of the gate of the community, which could not be described as luxurious, Zhao Ming hesitated for a moment, and he didn't even plan to walk in.

The reason is very simple, this community is a well-known rich community in the city, and Zhao Ming does not think that Tang Ke will have such rich friends.

"Maybe they're not friends." Su Tingting reminded her, "Although Du Peng's blood appeared in Tang Ke's house, we can't be sure of the relationship between Tang Ke and Du Peng. ”

Zhao Ming was shocked, and he realized that what Su Tingting said was not wrong.

But why do I think they're friends? Is it because they died at the hands of the same murderer? Zhao Ming asked himself silently, and immediately, he raised his feet and prepared to walk towards the gate of the community.

Next to the gate of the community, it is very thick, and the area is definitely not small on a big stone, the four big characters of the landscape and the mansion, the brushstrokes are strong and powerful, and it looks quite magnificent.

As he walked, Zhao Ming took out his police ID card and arrived at the window of the spacious doorman's office, explaining his intention.

The doorman was a little embarrassed, he couldn't let Zhao Ming and the others enter directly, so he had to hurriedly contact the security guards patrolling the community through the walkie-talkie.

"Two officers, please wait a minute, I have already contacted my colleagues to go to this address. If Mr. Du is willing to see you two, I will open the door immediately. The doorman's reply was generally polite.

Zhao Ming also had no intention of embarrassing the doorman, after all, the doorman was only a part-time worker.

Zhao Ming took out a cigarette and lit it, the community of Shanshui Haoting, because it is full of mansions covering a large area, so the geographical location of the whole community is quite remote.

No, as far as Zhao Ming saw at this moment, at this time, there were almost no vehicles passing by on the spacious road directly opposite the gate of the community, let alone a figure.

"Bang Bang!" Suddenly, a rapid and violent knock on the window interrupted Zhao Ming's thoughts.

Following the voice, as soon as Zhao Ming turned around, he saw the doorman in the guard room shouting in horror, "Two police officers, it's not good, it's not good, something is wrong!" ”

The cigarette fell between his fingers, and Zhao Ming immediately pulled out his legs and ran wildly.

Du Peng's house is located in B12, District 3, Shanshui Haoting, which is now worth more than 2 million single-family villas, surrounded by gardens before and after the villa.

Although this season is a bit bleak, the overall scenery is still beautiful.

The doorman drove the patrol car inside the community and rushed to the B12 in the third district like a drag race.

When the patrol car stopped, the doorman apologized and admitted his mistake, "I'm sorry two police officers, just now I said that I didn't know the person in the photo because of community regulations." Now....... owner of B12 is indeed the man in the photo. ”

Hearing this, if it was before the change, Zhao Ming would definitely be a little excited.

But now, he couldn't get excited. B12The gate of this villa is open, and on the lawn outside the gate, the four security guards who arrived before Zhao Ming and ....... may have been patrolling nearby, all of them were frightened and trembling.

It's like I've seen something terrible.

Walking up to them, Zhao Ming asked, "What's wrong, what's inside?" “

Hearing the questioning, he also saw the uniforms on Zhao Ming and the others, and one of the slightly more courageous security guards opened his mouth, although his words also stammered.

"Blood, a lot of blood....... and a dead man!"

Such a sentence on and off is already enough. Instinctively, after glancing at the gate of the villa not far away, Zhao Ming looked back at Su Tingting.

"You follow me, try not to be like last time." Zhao Ming tried his best to make his words sound like reproach.

Although this kind of statement itself is equivalent to that meaning.

So of course, Su Tingting's little face collapsed, and the meaning of shame and annoyance was immediately shown very clearly and thoroughly, and then she glanced at Zhao Ming fiercely.

Zhao Ming walked ahead, he wasn't sure what was in this house. On top of that, it happened suddenly, and he wasn't sure if the killer would be in the house, as it had been in the abandoned factory two years ago.

So Zhao Ming's hand was already pressed on the handle of the pistol at his waist.

Step by step, the closer you go, the stronger the smell of blood becomes. Smelling such a strong smell of blood, Zhao Ming only felt that he was afraid that the picture of Tang Ke's family five days ago was going to be staged again.

Walking very slowly, Zhao Ming walked through the open door and finally walked in.

One step, two steps, three steps....... when he reached the tenth step, Zhao Ming had to stop.

And he had to tilt his head, "What is this?" At this moment, Zhao Ming just wanted to ask himself like this!