The scene of a homicide.

Senior Inspector Chung Siu-fai, the leader of the Serious Crime Team, rushed in with several of his subordinates.

His face was expressionless, his lower eyelids were a little dark, and he squinted slightly, and his eyes were full of anger and coldness.

Blood was splattered on the floor, walls, and even the ceiling of the crime scene.

All objects, large and small, have been moved and appear disorganized.

The most conspicuous of these was the pool of blood in the center of the room, which looked like it had been dragged with a mop.

The blood was somewhat dry and black.

Behind the bloodstain was a man dressed in white, lying motionless.

Zhong Zhaohui took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and took a sharp puff to slowly calm down.

"Write this down." He said to his next officer.

"Okay."

"Zhong sir. The doorkeeper downstairs thought it was too noisy to call the police, and when the patrol guy came up, he saw this situation. ”

Another police officer followed Chung Siu-fai and reported to him.

Under the light, Zhong Zhaohui looked at the man in white on the ground, frowned, and some sweat oozed from his forehead.

The man in white was dead, and by looking at his facial features and dress, he could tell that he was an Indian.

I saw that the face of the Indian male corpse was bloody and blurred, as if the face had been torn apart by some animal with its teeth.

Several police officers next to him were taking photos and collecting clues and evidence.

Suddenly, I heard the barking of a police dog.

Zhong Zhaohui turned his head to look.

I saw that the police dog was barking wildly at a tin bucket that was only about 70 or 80 centimeters tall and more than 30 centimeters long and wide, and was used to hold garbage.

Zhong Zhaohui and the other police officers sensed that something was wrong, and they took out their guns one after another, surrounding the iron bucket.

The police officers glanced at each other, and one of them lifted the lid of the iron bucket with an iron ruler at the scene of the crime.

Chung Siu-fai and the two police officers took two steps forward, sticking out their heads and looking into the tin bucket.

A head comes into view.

The head in the tin bucket slowly raised its head, and its cruel gaze met Zhong Zhaohui's.

Zhong Zhaohui and the other two were startled, took a few steps back, pointed their guns at the iron bucket, and opened the safe.

Zhong Zhaohui shouted:

"Come out!"

The man in the tin bucket was unresponsive.

"Come out!!" Zhong Zhaohui shouted again.

I saw a head slowly emerging from the circular hole of more than 20 centimeters in the iron bucket.

Only then did the police officers realize that the man in the tin bucket was also an Indian?

'Vendetta? But how did he get into such a small tin bucket? The thought crossed the minds of all the officers.

After pulling up a head, the Indian in the bucket held out another hand.

His bones seemed to be soft, as if they could bend and move at will.

Then the other hand, the upper body, the left leg, the right leg.

In the shocked eyes of the policemen, the Indian just got out of a small hole in only seven or eight seconds.

Is this Indian a man or a demon?

The officers looked nervous, their guns locked firmly on the Indian's head or chest.

"Get on your knees! Hold your head in your hands! A police officer shouted.

The Indian could understand Cantonese and knelt down honestly.

The officers were relieved to see him cooperate, and one of the officers stepped forward and handcuffed the Indian.

Zhong Zhaohui frowned and glanced at the Indian suspect, slowly put down the gun, came to the side, picked up a bundle of chains, and threw it to a police officer.

He was not at ease with just handcuffing the Indian.

The Indian knelt on the ground, his head bowed, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

The suspect was successfully apprehended, and everyone was relieved, two police officers took the Indian into the police car, and a group of officers from the Crime Squad drove back to the police station.

Meanwhile.

A few blocks away.

Trainee police officer Li Fung-yee infiltrated an underground dance hall.

Three cowherds, one white, one yellow, and one black, stood on the stage, dancing and dragging in the ambiguous music and flickering lights.

The three cowherds take off a piece of clothing every time they jump, revealing their muscular muscles that are strong and full of male hormones.

Soon it was taken off until only a pair of briefs remained.

The women in the audience were flushed and screaming wildly, and they were all of all skin colors.

Most of them are richly dressed and wear heavy makeup, and they can't tell their specific age.

At the bottom of the nearest stage, a purified Li Fengyi wearing a plaid shirt also shouted wildly.

"Big guy, I like you, l love you, I, I like you!" Li Fengyi shouted.

"To! Torr! Torr! Torr! ”

"To! Torr! Torr! "......The ladies pointed to the big guy with the best figure.

But the big guy's expression was a little twisted, and he didn't want to do it.

At this moment, a stack of bills was held in one hand and stuffed into his remaining shorts.

The big guy's expression changed.

This is another hand reached out, stuffed a stack of half-centimeter-thick bills, and pinched the mink.

Then three or four more hands.

Suddenly, two delicate arms wrapped their arms around his neck and buried his head in a soft appliance somewhere.

The big guy smelled a smell of milk, and his face naturally showed an extremely happy expression.

He straightened up again, and after removing Mane from his waist, he took off his shorts without hesitation and threw them far away.

The ladies in the audience were smiling even more, and their faces were so red that they almost thought they would faint immediately.

The big guy continued to dance his own MAN dance.

At this moment, the music suddenly stopped, and several bright incandescent lights lit up.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on?" The ladies covered their mouths and exclaimed.

"Police raid!"

"Police raid, stand aside!"

At the entrance to the underground ballroom, several plainclothes police officers quickly walked down the stairs.

And Li Fengyi, who was originally full of shyness in the audience, quickly adjusted her demeanor.

She showed her police ID card, trying to look at the big guy on the stage with a stunned face.

"Don't move, squat!"

"Squat!"

"Squat, it's you!"

A plainclothes female police officer yelled at the big guy while holding the VCR to preserve evidence.

The big guy squatted down helplessly.

It's not the first time he's been caught, so he doesn't feel much shame.

It didn't take long for most of the 'unrelated personnel' to be removed from the illegal underground dance hall.

"Please bring out your ID." Li Fengyi held a folder and came to the big guy.

The big guy put on his leather shoes and stood up, looked at her hatefully, and ignored her.

He didn't care to show off his slick body and walked off the stage, looking for the briefs he had dropped somewhere.

"Sir, do you have an ID card?" Li Fengyi asked in the back.

"Let me find a pair of pants to put on." The big guy said unhappily.

Another police officer said: "If you want to find it, you can find it, less nonsense." ”

The big guy turned his head and glared at Li Fengyi: "You can find it." Just the loudest you shouted! ”

"Tototo! Big guy! I love you，I love you!”

"I didn't expect you to be a policeman, do you count this as a fish ball method? If you didn't shout so loudly just now, I wouldn't be able to lift my clothes! ”