Half an hour later, Michael's wife was taken to the hospital, and the police left after investigating the scene.

They think it's a very common, obvious case of burglary and assault, and to be honest, such cases are not new in the Byle Federation, and there will always be some lazy, unwilling poor people who take risks and get some money through illegal acts.

But the police didn't find nothing, at least they thought that the escaped criminals were very likely to be very familiar with Michael's home, knowing that Michael had gone on a business trip, the children were still at school and had not returned, and Michael's wife was the only one at home.

Even the robbery turned into a violation, and in the eyes of the police, it became a piece of evidence that the criminal was likely to know the family - hatred.

When the man went to the empty house, it was pitch black and empty, and Lynch opened the courtyard door with his gloves and entered the courtyard, and closed the courtyard door again.

He pulled out his homemade lock-picking tools from his pocket—a twisted piece modified from a wine opener, and a modified pick with a crochet needle, both of which were available at hardware stores and tool stores.

The old-fashioned door lock principle is very simple, in layman's terms, the lock cylinder can be twisted after the bullet center is pressed into the bullet hole, and the door will be opened.

It's easy to do this if you use a key, but you need to add a certain amount of torque to the cylinder when you don't have a key.

The torque will cause a slight misalignment between the cylinder and the bullet hole, and it is this small misalignment that is enough to prevent the bullet center from falling out, and when all the bullet cores are pushed into the correct position by the dial, the door will be opened.

As the clattering sound rang on both sides, there was a clatter in the lock, and Lynch looked around, twisted the doorknob, and entered the room through the crack in the door.

There was some chaos in the room, and when the police came to collect evidence just now, he stopped here for a while, he took out the flashlight he had with him, lit it, and touched the second floor.

A few minutes later, he found the study of the room.

What people didn't expect was that Michael, the grumpy investigator, still liked to read, looking at the rows of books on display, Lynch always felt that Michael's books were all read into the dog's stomach.

He rummaged around and found a safe, but he didn't move.

He has learned how to open this old-fashioned safe, in fact, as long as you master the principle, it is not difficult to open the lock, this old-fashioned rotary combination lock is essentially a rotary wheel group.

By rotating the left and right intervals to change the scale of different runners, when the scales are aligned, a small reed attached to the runner, or a card slot will be on a line, at this time twist the switch, the deadbolt can be unobstructed to shrink into the cabinet door.

Some movies use a stethoscope to distinguish the sound of the internal wheel turning, which was useful at first, but soon the manufacturer fixed this obvious drawback, and it was difficult to hear any movement.

However, for skilled craftsmen, it is easier to pass the feel, of course, this is off-topic.

The safe was nothing more than some money, a piece of evidence that was useful to Michael, but not to himself, a notebook, or whatever, which was not in line with the purpose of his sneaking here.

He walked around the room, opened a few drawers under the desk, and in the drawer on the right he found some change, and he had a plan in mind, and put the gold ring he was carrying with him into the penultimate drawer, and restored everything to its original state, and checked it before leaving.

That's one of his main purposes today, to put that gold ring in Michael's house, and then he needs to solve some other problem, the masthead.

The masthead had escaped by this time, and the police in this era had an outrageously low detection rate, and in order to protect personal privacy and public privacy issues, among other reasons, the Bailer Federation did not have any surveillance system.

This also means that all the physical appearance and external features related to the suspect are derived from the indirect provision of some clues, as well as the oral accounts of some eyewitnesses.

If there are no witnesses, such as the theft of Lynch's room, it is basically difficult to solve it, unless the suspect is planted in the course of the next crime, and the interrogator is skilled enough to make people confess what they have done before.

Otherwise, don't expect the police to do anything.

The case was a little more serious in nature and involved the head of the investigation team at the tax office, and the Sebin City Police Department sent some additional personnel, who are still waiting for Michael's wife to recover from her fright, and for her to provide a more accurate look at the suspect.

The security guard of the community provided a sketch of the suspect's appearance, but they were facing each other on the first floor without lights, and all the light was based on the brightness of the street lights in the community, and the security guard used too many ambiguous and uncertain words to describe the person he saw, so the physiognomy sketch obtained through his description did not have much significance.

By this time the masthead they were looking for had returned to his little territory, and his heartbeat had just recovered from one hundred and eighty miles, and only the pistol clenched in his hand could provide him with some reassurance.

He felt a little stupid, obviously he just wanted to make the woman suffer a little, threatening the other party to see if he could get back the evidence that fell into Michael's hands.

But somehow, all of a sudden, a terrible desire took over his heart, so much so that he wanted to do something like that.

Now that his emotions had stabilized, he also realized that he had made a big mistake, that the woman had seen him as he was, and it was certainly a kind of profundity that he could not forget even if he died.

Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, in no more than a week, the wanted warrants with his portrait will be all over the city of Sabine, where there are so many people who know him that by that time he will be dead.

He could already imagine Michael's wrath - until this point, the Matrooper's heart was still afraid of Michael, and he couldn't change that fact.

Although he was a little reluctant to think of this, he still made a decision to leave here, leave Sabin City, and hide outside.

After a while, the limelight has passed, or simply outside and not coming back.

He had money in his hand, and he had saved tens of thousands of dollars over the years, and it had not been deposited in the bank, but in a shoebox in his room.

He still has a gun, and with this money and guns, he can go to another place incognito, he can do some small business, or he can go back to his old business.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, ignored the children in the dormitory, went directly to his room, turned the shoe box out of a pile of worthless garbage, cleaned up some things that he was reluctant to discard, and went out at night.

He thought that no one had noticed his actions, but the oldest children in the dormitory had noticed his actions.

Since he shot a child in the thigh yesterday, the seemingly docile children have actually developed a wave of emotions that the masthead himself is not aware of.

Less than a minute after he left, the eldest children chased after him with knives that they usually used to chop vegetables and some steel bars that had been "picked up" from the construction site.

At the same time, Lynch chased him around, and as he was thinking about how to deal with the masthead silently, he saw the masthead rushing out with a bag on his back, followed by several short men in a hurry.