(First of all, I apologize to all readers, because I have to deal with family affairs, I stopped for almost a week, and I feel a little sorry not to go, I hope you can understand, my life has changed dramatically since then, and I really feel uncomfortable, but life must go on, isn't it......

The police car followed the guidance of Sanbao's increasingly strong sixth sense, passed through the bustling streets of Sanqing City, and headed towards the suburbs.

"Can you see what happened before?" Officer Liang was the first to break the long silence.

"I don't know, this feeling comes and goes, but now, in my head, it's like a movie playing backwards, with some road signs and buildings passing in front of me, like phantoms, but it's real. I'm sure even I feel like it's possible that this is something someone else has been through, but ...... I can't tell, but I feel it...... Hey, turn right...... Past the side of this gray building ......".

The stronger this sixth sense is, the more doubts become in Sambo's heart. He had no way of knowing the accuracy of his sixth sense, let alone whether it was the guidance of the ubiquitous soul energy field or whether it happened to coincide with the memories of the murderer.

Police cars have come to the dirty western suburbs of the city, this area is lined with factories, alleys criss-crossed, the terrain is complex, concentrated in Sanqing City many illegal rubber processing factories, the country's recent notorious toxic playground raw materials are from here to the whole country, in addition to many mechanical parts processing factories concentrated in this area, the air perennial smell of stinking engine oil chemicals.

Officer Liang looked out the window at the messy streets, thinking that if there were really any criminals, hiding here would be an excellent place to hide, and if there was any disturbance, it would be easy to escape from the paths that led in all directions.

"Stop!" Sambo suddenly shouted.

The slow-moving car immediately braked.

"What's wrong, found it?" Officer Liang's heart tightened, and his hand unconsciously touched the gun on his waist.

"I want to pee, suffocate to death." Sambo pouted embarrassedly.

"That's just right, I'm also in a hurry." Officer Liang relaxed.

The two of them tugged at the root of the back wall of a small factory and shushed out. Sambo looked around, they were now on a small road on the edge of the industrial area, with stinky water and wild grass on both sides. Sambo could faintly smell the faint smell of blood in the air.

"It's around here." Sambo lifted his pants and picked up the bricks on the side of the road.

Slabs and bricks are really an artifact for ordinary people to fight and arrest criminals. With the experience of the last time, it seems that Sambo can't put down the slabs and bricks.

Officer Liang didn't dare to slack off this time, he loosened the buckle of the gun and put his hand on the edge of his trouser pocket. The two of them pretended to be idle and walked deeper into the path.

Following the faint smell of blood and the stench of evil spirits, Sam Bao led Officer Liang to a demolished rubble team. Sambo looked at the warehouse building that had appeared several times in his consciousness, but it turned into a pile of rubble in front of him, and he was puzzled.

Is there a mistake? No way!

Here, the unique stench of evil spirits and the imperceptible smell of blood lingered in the sky for a long time, and it has not yet dissipated. Even though it is in ruins, there are signs of bloody crimes.

"What is this place?" Officer Liang said, disgustedly avoiding the oil stains all over the ground, looking for a clean place to put his feet.

Sanbao didn't answer, and directly stepped on the abandoned broken bricks and cement all over the ground and walked into the ruins site. He crouched on the ground, checking for any traces of blood that might have been left, but the scene was a mess, littered with tracks, mud mixed with grease and iron filings, and even something was likely to be destroyed.

Sanbao was not reconciled, he closed his eyes, quietly recalled the sixth sense that he might have missed, and soon a chaotic scene appeared in front of him. Several men wearing masks, walking in and out of one of the small houses, appeared to be carrying utensils that resembled the morgue of a funeral home. The black plastic bag contained an unidentified object and smelled of blood. Several containers of liquid nitrogen were wrapped in dark cloths, and after everything was loaded into a van that was not photographed, several people were dumping at the scene with waste oil that had already been prepared.

After doing all this, when several people in black got into the car, one of them took off his mask, and Sanbao recognized that this person was Lao Mo at the aid station.

Immediately afterward, a large bulldozer truck rumbled by, the license plate was covered in mud, and the forklift drove straight towards the already empty factory. The dilapidated and mottled factory building rumbled over like loosely built blocks, and forklifts expertly toppled down the buildings on site, crushing almost all the intact buildings to pieces. Dust flew at the demolition site, and before the dust landed, forklifts and vans evacuated the demolition site one after another, leaving only a mess of ruins in front of them.

San Bao walked to the place where the smell of blood was the heaviest, and he picked up the bricks and cement beside him one by one and threw them aside. Officer Liang quickly ran forward and also helped Sam Bao clean up the scene.

"Sambo, have you found anything?" Liang Zhen asked diligently cleaning up the piled up construction waste.

"They demolished this place, and there is no evidence?" The three treasures kept moving bricks.

"Demolished, who demolished it, your sixth sense ......" Liang Zhen asked with some doubts.

"The license plates of the forklift and van were obscured, as if those people knew I was coming."

The two of them lifted an old cement slab together and threw it on the ground with a clatter.

"It's okay, I'll check the information of this factory when I go back and see who demolished it. This piece has monitoring, and you can't run. Officer Liang played a package ticket.

Sambo stopped, stunned and stared at the hollow formed by the broken bricks and dust on the ground. He was almost lying on the ground, his hand reaching straight in, digging something inside.

A thin metal object was pulled out of it.

Even though it was covered with oil and dust, the two of them could tell at a glance that it was a scalpel.

"You see, there's blood on it...... The blackened place here" San Bao carefully pinched the handle of the knife and handed it to Officer Liang, who was still dazed.

There were no bright scarlet blood stains, and on the dirty stainless steel blade was a small black, dark red spot that would probably be mistaken for rust if you didn't look closely.

Liang Zhen took out the plastic bag on his body, carefully wrapped the knife, and kicked it into his clothes. "Let's see what else is found," he said nervously, wondering that such a scalpel was in the ruins of what appeared to be a warehouse containing chemicals and industrial waste.

The two of them laboriously cleaned up the construction waste piled up on the ground, and they were already sweating from the winter. But there is nothing of value left on the ground anymore. Sanbao was a little disappointed, but he couldn't suppress the soreness in his waist and hips, and sat on the ground panting, only to find that Officer Liang was already tired and collapsed on the ground.

"Damn, Sambo, no...... If you don't look for it first, it looks like it's ...... Nothing more. Ahem, ahem. Officer Liang was tired and couldn't speak coherently.

"Brother Liang, do you remember the last time I took you to the air-raid shelter to underpass?" Sambo asked slowly.

"Remember, of course remember, fooled us all." Officer Liang replied by straightening up slightly.

"Do you believe me now?" Sambo continued to ask.

"Hmm......" Officer Liang stopped talking, after all, there was no sufficient evidence to show that there had been such a thing, but everything has a case, and now Officer Liang has been convinced of the superpowers of the Three Treasures Psychics, and for that incident, the possibility has greatly exceeded his own judgment.

"Sanbao, do you know, in the police case-handling procedures, there is a situation that cannot be accepted, and the crime report is a normal procedure, but if there is no facts and evidence of the crime, just guess, the police will not be able to find and file a case for investigation...... That would think it was nonsense, but I don't see it that way now, what you say is probably true, but it can't go against the basic procedural rules of the police in handling cases...... Do you know, Sambo, I really believe that miracles happen in this world, and you are miracles...... But before there is any evidence of connection, I can't mobilize the police to investigate, I can only rely on personal relationships, and ...... Let's ...... ourselves," Officer Liang said calmly to Sambo.

"Well, I know it's hard for you, but I vaguely feel that those cases of missing children are inevitably related to today, and this scalpel. It's like pulling a turnip and bringing out the mud ......," Sambo said, shaking his sore wrist.

"Hey, how do I write a report, I have to make it up." Officer Liang said, pulling out the scalpel in his pocket, as if he could see something from it.

"I'll take another look!" Sambo reached for the scalpel, and he carefully removed it from the plastic bag. The knife seemed to have been left from the scene in a hurry, and part of the blade had been smashed and curled, but it could still cut a person's throat.

"Can this bloodstain be analyzed...... For example, knowing whose blood it is. Sambo asked.

"Of course, it's a little dirty, but it's better than the last broken shoe. Let's go, and see if the blood on this knife has an owner. Officer Liang got up and picked up the three treasures.