Chapter 46 Abnormal Movement 3

Rodin and William split up, with the latter monitoring the brothel and his home to investigate. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The prostitute who asked for leave was named Ashley, and he had a trace of the impression in his mind that this was a childless and good-looking woman, different from the woman who was not afraid of meat and vegetables, she was more shy and less talkative, and Rodin was also puzzled by her choice to work as a prostitute in the first place.

My heart was inexplicably heavy, if the female corpse was really her, then her fate would be too tragic.

The brothel arranged accommodation for Ashley in a small one-story bungalow not far from West Street, and when Rodin arrived, there was no accident, no matter how much he knocked on the door and shouted, no one answered.

"Bang!"

With one kick, he easily kicked open the closed wooden door.

He walked into the house, and when he saw it, the environment was clean and tidy, as if it had been cleaned not long ago.

I can't care so much at the moment, I rummaged through the cabinets for a while, searched carefully, and didn't let go of any clues.

About a quarter of an hour later, he made a discovery, and from the lowest corner of the closet against the wall, he found a glass tube the size of an index finger filled with a body of red blood.

He carefully pressed the test tube to the palm of his hand, confirmed that there were no more clues, and returned to the brothel.

"It's bloody, but it smells faintly sweet, like -- let me think about it. ā€œ

William took the test tube, thought for a moment, and blurted out: "The body fragrance of a virgin!"

"Ahh

After feeling it carefully, I really smelled a very faint and indescribable smell.

couldn't help but tease: "I can't see that William, you are still a veteran of flowers." ā€œ

"Huh? ā€œ

"This Misha must have something to hide from us, but it's a pity that she is cunning and hides it very deeply. ā€œ

Rodin joked: 'Just arrest her and torture her, don't be afraid that she won't recruit.' ā€œ

"Well, in principle, the security forces are not allowed to do this without sufficient evidence. ā€

Seeing that Misha was not nearby, the two questioned several prostitutes, including several women from Hidden Town.

Hearing that the female corpse was most likely Ashley, the girls looked quite frightened.

"Ashley, I saw her so well last night, and besides, what man would be so ruthless as to hurt such a lovely girl!"

"She doesn't like to talk, but she has a gentle personality, and the sisters get along very well, and where is the grudge? ā€œ

"Well, it's too early to tell. You don't have to talk nonsense, you know, if we know who's chewing on the root of the tongue behind our back, we're going to ask her to go to the Yankee for a drink. ā€œ

The two of them talked about the steady, coaxing girls.

"And has Ashley been behaving in any unusual ways lately?"

Receiving a negative answer, Rodin relentlessly asked, "Who knows the last guest she picked up?"

A prostitute named Yavin replied excitedly: "I know this, it's Gogol, and he likes a tender and shy girl like Ashley." ā€

The two of them ended at about eleven o'clock in the evening, when the two of them had a quarrel and broke up. In the past, Ashley and I went home together, but last night because of the guests, she was delayed for some time, so she went back first. Alas, why didn't I tell Ashley to wait for me a little longer. ā€œ

"Did you say it could have been Gogol who killed him?"

"That maybe. It is too early to conclude the coffin, and it can only be said that he has this suspicion and has to be investigated again. ā€

Then asked Gogol's address and appearance, Rodin reassured: "This is also your luck." If you had been together last night, maybe it wouldn't be a corpse lying here today. ā€œ

Hearing this, Yawen showed a hint of fear on his face.

"Sisters, let's all go home early in the evening, it's too late, I'm not sure. ā€œ

"In such a brutal murder, I think the brothel can close first, and when the real murderer is caught, you can rest assured that you can open it.

"That's not possible, Sister Misha definitely doesn't agree, she has to make less money when she closes the door, that's scraping her flesh!"

The prostitutes nodded knowingly.

William glanced at the grandfather clock in the hall.

"It's past five o'clock, Rodin, and it's almost time for us to go. ā€œ

After speaking, he took out the tube of red liquid: "Who has ever seen this thing?"

The prostitutes started chattering again.

"What is this? God, is it the latest perfume for me?"

"I haven't seen it, but it looks precious. ā€œ

"I think I've seen it somewhere, and I can't remember it. ā€

William said helplessly: "Forget it, the girls should disperse, this means to give you a crush." ā€œ

After that, I lost a small bag of about 100 Marelli.

Rodin's eyes widened and he muttered, "Say you're a gentleman, or a fool?"

"What did you say?"

Noticing the other party's inquiring gaze, he smiled: "No, you heard it wrong, let's go, be careful and change later." ā€œ

Rodin trotted with William all the way to Gogol's house, and when he saw that the gate was empty, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Pushing the door in, a long black rope hangs down from the interior beam, and a thin figure hangs quietly from it, and below it is an overturned chair.

William quickly leaned over and cut the rope and caught the man, only to see a dark red V-shaped bruise on his neck, his tongue sticking out of his lips, his cheeks blue, his eyes protruding, and sporadic bleeding. Stiff and seemingly dead.

He reluctantly patted his cheek a few times: "You crow's mouth, I didn't expect it to be a step too late." ā€œ

"How?"

William's eyebrows furrowed: "Look at this strangulation mark, the punctate bleeding on the face, the tongue, and the eyeballs, it is true that he was hung on the rope before he died, and there are no obvious signs of struggle, it seems that he hanged himself." ā€œ

He said in annoyance, "Suicide in fear of sin?"

"That's the biggest possibility at the moment. ā€

"But I don't think it's going to be that simple. ā€

"I think so too. He felt the same way.

The two worked together to turn the rooms upside down, but found nothing.

William slowly analyzed: "If it was really Ashley who killed him, what was the motive?

"Why do you want to drain the blood of the corpse and throw it next to the brothel?"

"Just because of the quarrel between the two last night, Gogol held a grudge and brutally killed Ashley, knowing that it was difficult to escape, hanged himself?"

William ignored his muttering: "Now the key is to find out whether Gogol committed suicide or not, my judgment alone is not enough, I have to find the coroner McCarvey." ā€

Rodin's face changed dramatically when he heard the name: 'Well, I'll wait for you outside the morgue when the time comes, and I won't go in.' When I saw that guy, I got goosebumps all over my body. ā€œ

"Whatever you want. ā€œ

Resolutely, the two quickly got the results from the coroner - Gogol had died by suicide, showing no signs of struggle, and appeared to be a man bent on death.

Rodin tried to ask, "Going to the security team?"

William asked rhetorically, "Are you willing?"

Rodin: We're like-minded. If you don't find out the real murderer, you won't be able to sleep. ā€

"It's not early, hurry up and ask at the brothel again. ā€

When the two of them were far away from the brothel, they saw that the lights inside were bright, the people were buzzing, and the dismal business situation during the day was instantly reversed.

The two casually intercepted a guest who was rushing to the brothel: "Brother, there was a murder just happened during the day, and you are not worried at all?"

"Look at what you said, I haven't gone in to play since I saw it, and when you have experienced the wonders of the girls inside, you can't come if you don't come. ā€

Saying that, Lu was full of memories of enjoyment, and ran into the brothel impatiently.

I asked a few people along the way, and they all looked like they were burning.

Rodin couldn't help but wonder: "In order to find a woman, I don't even want my life, there is so much temptation?"

"I didn't pay much attention to it before, but today I suddenly feel something unusual. I remember that there were brothers in the gang who stayed here all day long. ā€

William touched his neatly trimmed and delicate mustache.

"There's something weird about it, and it's understandable if only one or two men are obsessed with this brothel, but we've seen no less than five or six people before and after. ā€

Rodin: "It's like a drug addiction. ā€

"What are drugs?"

"A kind of medicine that can hypnotize people's spirits, make people can't help but indulge in it, and can't extricate themselves?"

Almost at the same time, the two of them thought of the crimson liquid.

"Listening to the prostitute, Misha is a very money-hungry woman. ā€

"Will she do everything possible to increase the number of people in the brothel?"

"You mean this tube of liquid has a drug-like effect?"

"Ashley discovers Misha's secret and is killed by the murderer, and the murderer continues to spread the mystery of Gogol's suicide to confuse our vision. ā€

"McKavi's autopsy results show that Gogol did not drink alcohol or was in a coma before his death, and should have been in a conscious state, how could he willingly put a rope on himself?"

William said, his eyes blazing at Rodin, "I have an idea that I need your help to verify." ā€œ

"What do you mean? Am I that stupid? I would never drink this unclear thing, I haven't lived enough!?"

A quarter of an hour later, two sneaky figures stepped into a dark corner and laid down a beautiful hound with a shiny black coat and a streamlined body.

As soon as the bunk hit the ground, the hound's hair stretched, its tail wagged wildly, and it charged against the cold wall, precession and friction at an extremely fast frequency, and let out a continuous burst of ecstasy barking.

The fierce collision lasted for more than ten minutes, and the hound's body suddenly lay on the ground as if it had been drained of bone marrow, and it collapsed and did not move.

After a short five-minute rest, the hound trembled and stood up, made a comeback, and launched a new attack.

After 4 rounds of this, the hound released all the passion in his body, and lay on the ground without moving, only a lump between his chest and abdomen to prove that he was still alive.

Soon the two left the hounds and left the corner, and Rodin asked with trepidation, "Are you sure we are okay with Boss Hook's dog like this?"

"Don't worry, this dog is in heat all day long. Now he can settle down for a while, so he can worry a lot!"

"Then again, this thing is simply powerful viagra, a man's favorite!"

William raised his eyebrows, "Why do you keep saying nonsense in your mouth, but it's quite expressive, I like it." When you mentioned this, I suddenly remembered some information. ā€œ

"I almost have a score in my heart, I can probably guess what this thing is, and now I should go and meet the real murderer for a while. Are you ready to fight hard, boy?"

"Have you found the murderer?, hey, wait, tell me first!"