The smell of blood and mutilated corpses are essential elements in the construction of a murder scene.

As the commander of the law enforcers in the 17th District, Lu Xiang had already been mentally prepared when he led the assault team to storm the scene, and the gunshot just now was a signal sent to them by the thugs - it showed that those thugs had never thought of negotiating with them from the beginning.

But even so, when the door breaker team knocked open the door, she was still shocked by the sight in front of her.

The red blood slowly spread on the floor, and the two shivering hostages shrank into the corner, she bent down to probe the girl whose hands were cut behind her back, and after realizing that the other party was still breathing, the ambulance personnel who were already waiting outside carried the girl onto the stretcher.

As for the last hostage, I'm afraid it wasn't so lucky.

The bullet pierced her skull, the liquid mixed with white pulp was shocking, Lu Xiang opened the cloth bag covering the deceased's head, in fact, from the deceased's clothes and expensive jewelry, Lu Xiang had already vaguely guessed the identity of the deceased.

Angel Foster.

The prosecutor of the 17th district has recently become a prominent figure in their district because of his involvement in the trial of Chai Ke's case.

At this moment, An Jie's eyes widened, as if she was full of doubts and puzzles at the moment when her life was coming to an end.

As for Chai Ke, the criminal who was arrested on 11 charges half a month ago is also lying quietly on the cold floor at the moment.

The chest is pierced, and you can see the scenery from one end straight to the other.

The criminals who planned this operation with Chai Ke also suffered the same treatment.

One hit kills, which is enough to see the ruthlessness of the attacker.

The portrait of a professional killer immediately appeared in Lu Xiang's mind, but then she overturned her first impression.

If it was a professional killer who killed people without blinking, why did he leave three alive?

"Boss, the surveillance here has been breached."

The technicians were quick to bring the news that was not surprising.

Considering the Foster family's position in the coalition government, it is unlikely that any criminals in their right mind will have their face appear at the scene of the crime.

"Lock off the scene and bring Anjie Foster's body back to the bureau first."

Lu Xiang's right eyelid twitched violently a few times, she could already foresee the sensation that this incident was about to cause, Chai Ke was a notorious public enemy of the whole people in the Seventeenth District, and An Jie, who was in charge of trying him, naturally became a heroic figure in people's hearts.

And now, people's heroes have been shot.

In the coming days, indignant citizens will surely ask them why Chai, who has already been arrested, may have escaped from prison and kidnapped and shot the prosecutor in charge of his trial.

In fact, Lu Xiang also wants to know the answer to this question.

But the more problematic problem is that the surveillance footage at the scene has been vandalized, and all the witnesses have died cleanly, except for the three hostages who managed to survive for unknown reasons......

Hostage?

Lu Xiang suddenly thought of another possibility.

As soon as they arrived at the scene, they cordoned off the nearby area, and the snipers were in position as soon as they saw the criminals having firearms.

As of now, she has not received any reports of anyone leaving the room.

From the time the gunshot was heard to the time it rushed into the scene, it was less than ten seconds, and the crime scene still maintained its original appearance, in other words, the real perpetrator may be at the scene at this moment.

Her gaze swept over the two trembling people in the corner, and instructed the people around her, "Take the two of them back to the bureau as well, and then you personally lead a team of people to the hospital and stay by the injured 24 hours a day." ”

……

8:30 p.m.

"Today, there is a vicious incident in the south of the city, the chief prosecutor Anjie Foster was unfortunately killed, please let us remember this hero who has been fighting on the front line of the fight against crime and dedicated his life for the city......

An hour later, the report appeared on time on the nightly news channel of the 17th arrondissement.

In order to mourn the death of the Grand Prosecutor, today's nightly news has also turned black and white.

Song Lan prepared a sumptuous dinner, watched the black and white TV, folded her hands, and mourned in silence for the deceased city hero.

The vicious case occurred at around 19:30, when he was extremely lucky to brush shoulders with death and return to his apartment one step earlier.

Uncle Li, the doorman of the apartment, saw him and was carrying a bag of ribs upstairs.

According to reports, the gangsters took four hostages, while he let someone on the scene fill his own vacancy.

It's also at least a ten-minute walk home from the crime scene, and these are undoubtedly the best alibi.

The deepest restlessness in my heart gradually calmed down.

Song Lan remembered that it was mentioned in the book of criminal psychology that the first step in a perfect lie is to make oneself believe.

Many criminals are unable to do this, and it is only after they are eventually seen that they are flawed.

And just now, Song Lan had successfully convinced herself.

In terms of objective conditions, he does not have the possibility of being involved in this vicious case.

So, the fragments of memory that still haunted his mind were just an illusion, a nightmare.

His life is still at a steady pace.

Then, an unexpected call interrupted Song Lan's thoughts.

He answered the phone after four rings, and a slightly tired female voice came from the other end of the line.

"Hello?"

"I'm working overtime today, and I'm going to come back later."

"Ah, Director Lu, do you need to work overtime urgently? I'll be right here! ”

Song Lan's surprised tone was just right.

"No need to ......"

"Oh, what do you want, Director?"

"I'm hungry."

Still in a short and powerful tone, "I'll be home at about twelve o'clock." ”

"Roger."

"Hmm."

After the phone hung up, there was only an unsettling dead silence left in the office, and Lu Xiang looked at the sky that had completely dimmed, and clenched his fists in regret.

Again, again and again, it failed!

She closed the cover and pushed aside the book "A Love Tip Every Day", although she had silently rehearsed in her mind before dialing the phone, but as soon as she heard the other party's voice, everything returned to the pace of reporting work in the past.

Work matters, don't think about what you have and don't have!

Lu Xiang settled down and looked at the documents arranged on the table.

The reason why she brought Angel Foster's body back to the department in the first place was to get first-hand information before the Foster family heard the news.

As it turned out, she was right.

Although Angel Foster is dead, the high-end prosthetic eye she implants records what happened before they stormed the crime scene.

Although An Jie's head was tightly covered by a cloth bag throughout the whole process, all the sounds in the room were recorded as they were.

It was the deciphered original voice that made Lu Xiang feel that this case might not be simple.

She heard gunshots.

There was no sound other than gunshots.

The two shivering hostages seemed to be stunned by the sound of gunfire, and failed to utter a single syllable for the next six seconds.

Six seconds later, she broke down the door.

In other words, someone killed everyone on the scene except for the hostages in these six seconds, and also blended in with the hostages, or disappeared without a trace under the net they had set up.