Superintendent Huang took a sip of coffee and asked Ling Feng, "What did you find at the scene?"

"Sir!your coffee!" Ling Feng reminded.

Superintendent Huang suddenly glanced at the coffee in his hand, smiled a little embarrassedly, and then handed the coffee to the police officer next to him and asked Ling Feng, "Is it another revenge for the gang war?"

Ling Feng disagreed, shook his head, pointed to the eyebrows of a corpse, and said, "Right in the middle of the eyebrows!"

"Good marksmanship!" Superintendent Huang sighed with a whistle.

Ling Feng smiled, his face was a little ugly, he stepped forward and lifted the white cloth on the other corpses and said, "The strange thing is that the other 8 corpses were also killed with one shot, right in the center of the eyebrows!"

The sheriff next to him, Xiao Gao, said with a lot of mouth: "I'm afraid it's not so accurate for everyone to tie up and stand and let the murderer beat him!"

Superintendent Huang nodded, habitually pacing around, the previous two murders, now adding nine, Superintendent Huang's pressure can be imagined.

"Give the ballistic analysis data to the gang-related team and take a look, maybe Yue Bing and they can know some clues!" Superintendent Huang retracted his calm mind and ordered Xiao Gao.

"Yes!sir!"

Ling Feng frowned, looked at a few messy ground ash marks, and said to everyone, "There is more than one murderer, or there are survivors!"

"How so?" said Superintendent Huang, who also walked over and looked at the traces.

"HUANG SIR, LOOK AT THE MARKS NEXT TO THE SOFA AND BESIDE ME, IF YOU JUST STEP ON IT, YOU CAN'T FORM THIS KIND OF TRACE, ONLY IF YOU FALL OR FIGHT FIERCELY, THE PROCESS OF SLIDING THE SOLES OF YOUR SHOES ACROSS THE GROUND WILL CAUSE THIS KIND OF TRACES!" LING FENG POINTED TO TWO MARKS AND EXPLAINED TO HUANG SIR.

Huang Sir nodded and added: "And there is no blood in the two traces, this can't be caused by a person who was shot by the murderer!"

Ling Feng nodded and said to the police officer behind him, "Rice, you go and ask the nearby residents if any suspicious characters have appeared here recently!"

Huang Sir glanced at Ling Feng approvingly, and cursed in a low voice: "What the hell is going on with this TMD!"

"It seems that you will only know if you find that survivor!" Ling Feng replied.

Huang Sir patted Ling Feng's shoulder and said, "Do it according to your method!

Looking at Huang Sir's distant figure, Ling Feng replied loudly with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yes! sir!"

"Go home early and rest!" Huang Sir waved behind his back to a group of agents behind him and commanded.

When Ling Feng returned to the police station and finished writing the report, it was already eleven o'clock in the early lights, Ling Feng drove the car and dragged his tired body home, took out the key and opened the door, and there was a smell of barbecue in the house.

"Xiao Feng, come and participate in the BBQ of the mourning family!" said to Ling Feng with a bottle of beer.

"What?" Ling Feng exclaimed in disbelief as he looked at his grandmother, who was flushed with alcohol.

Ling Xue took a chicken wing and walked up to Ling Feng's mouth and said, "Try it!

"Xiaoxue, why did you let grandma into the kitchen?" Ling Feng took a bite of the chicken wings with difficulty, to tell the truth!

Ling Xue nodded, handed Ling Feng a can of cold beer with her remaining hand and replied, "Grandma's craftsmanship is good!"

Grandma drunkenly kicked the hatred that she would only take off when she was sleeping, grabbed Ling Feng's shoulders and said, "That's right!

Ling Feng held the old lady with black lines on his head, for fear that she would be unstable and throw herself out, so he hurriedly coaxed: "Grandma......"

“stop!” Grandma drunkenly yelled, "Please call Lafayette of the mourning family!"