"Waterfa?"

Hearing Hank's words, Ethan shouted in shock, "When did it happen?" ”

"Not so long ago." Hank continues:

"I was about to go to the scene of the crime, right at Mistress Teisel's house, do you remember where it was?"

"Remember, it'll be over in a moment."

Ethan replied casually and hung up the phone.

"What happened?" Burgess heard that the tone was wrong, but it was difficult to turn over in handcuffs, so she could only turn back awkwardly: "Where are you going?" ”

"There's an informant dead."

Leaning over, Ethan said apologetically, "I'm sorry I had to go over." ”

"You wait at home, I'll be back later."

"Don't worry, I understand." Burgess blushed: "But, shouldn't you stop first?" ”

"They're all dead."

Ethan slapped her earlobe and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay a few minutes late!" ”

Burgess's little head was suddenly messy, and suddenly she felt very reasonable, her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to bite the pillow.

The Ford Interceptor let out a frantic roar, and the lights and sirens were all turned on.

With a sense of resentment, the vehicle went on a rampage on the road.

Walking through the streets, I came to the place in my memory, which was also full of blue light.

On the street, there were seven or eight police cars parked.

There are hidden cars, there are patrol cars, and there are many neighborhood residents watching.

"Gross."

A patrol officer sped out of the house, making a heart-rending vomiting sound next to the sewer.

"Bump."

Ethan threw the door open and walked over with a cigarette in his mouth.

For some unspeakable reasons, his whole person exudes an aura of being unapproachable.

The momentum was so scary that Ethan didn't even light up the police badge, and the patrol officer in charge of maintaining order immediately raised the cordon and let him swagger in.

"I don't like it."

Atwater also came running from the other direction, he looked at the patrolman who kept vomiting, shook his head and said, "I don't like it very much." ”

No need to guess, something amazing must have happened inside.

"What were you doing?"

Ethan bumps fists with him, and on Atwater, there is a strong cheese flavor.

"Macaroni with cheese." Atwater shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "I also just got home and was about to get myself something to eat." ”

Looking at the time, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

The two of them walked up the stairs together and strode into the house.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the strong smell of blood, and under the backdrop of the heating, Ethan sneezed fiercely.

He rubbed his nose and looked at the blue cap on the ground.

The hat fell in a pool of blood, and the blood was still falling on it, drop by drop.

There were more than a dozen people in the living room, all of whom were scattered in the corners of the room, out of the way.

He looked up in the direction of the blood dripping.

Teisel's body hung in mid-air, a large iron hook piercing through his jaw.

The upper end, too, is a hook, firmly chiseled into the beams.

"Oh my God."

Seeing this kind of image, Atwater took a step back in shock.

"Fake." Erin cursed and walked out of the kitchen with her mouth and nose covered.

"Hector did it."

Hank walked over to Ethan and pointed to the wall.

Above, the bloody letter Y, is the same as what Teisel said before.

"I don't care who did it." Heavy footsteps sounded, and the burly Chief Perry strode over, pointing angrily to the other side: "You must find the murderer." ”

Looking in the direction of his arm, the three old blacks were tied hand and foot and collapsed to the ground.

He was blocked by the crowd just now, and he hadn't noticed this scene yet.

The separation of the human head is shocking.

It's no wonder that these people are standing in the corner of the room, and it's no wonder that the smell of blood is so heavy, it's a decapitation full of deterrence.

Ordinary gang members will not use this method.

It's troublesome, and it's disgusting.

To put it bluntly, it is a means of deterring the enemy.

As for Director Perry's anger, Ethan didn't take it to heart, every time Lao Hei was killed, he made this statement, did too much, and gave himself a feeling of political showmanship.

Even if you care about the ethnic group, you don't have to be like this for a group of traffickers.

That's right, when Ethan saw Teisel hanging in the air, he only regretted that his source of income was missing.

Anger, not at all.

"What's inside?"

Ethan asked, looking at Erin.

"You'll find out just by looking." Erin covered her mouth, her face pale.

"Let's go."

Ethan patted Atwater on the back, and the two walked over the blood spreading on the floor and into the kitchen.

"Damn it."

Seeing the corpse lying on the ground in a blue bikini, Atwater cursed.

The people on the outside are traffickers, and there is no fluctuation in his heart.

But this woman is always innocent.

Rusek and Olinsky, both inside, observed the work of the personnel in the forensic room.

Squatting down and looking at the female corpse on the ground, Ethan narrowed his eyes.

On the neck, there are several gaps.

Some are very neat, some are sloppy.

"See not here." The person in the forensic room next to him stretched out his finger and tapped at the largest gap in his neck: "This is the first attack." ”

"Whoever did it, he didn't kill anyone in the first shot."

The forensic officer's palm slashed down: "Immediately after, there were a few more hits." ”

He turned around, flicked his arm, and pointed at the cupboard.

Ethan looked in the direction he was flailing, and a smear of blood, splattered on it, scattered droplets of blood, even flying to the ceiling.

"Machete?" Rusek asked next to him.

"It's not." The forensic officer shook his head:

"If it's a machete, it won't be such an incision, and I can't tell what kind of cold weapon it is, and I rarely come into contact with it."

Ethan looked around and saw that something was missing.

He scratched his head and slapped Rusek: "Something is wrong, but you can't say it?" ”

"These people are being held hostage."

Hank walked over and said what Ethan felt was wrong: "So there aren't any shells, bullet holes. ”

"Who found out here?"

It was all a small problem, and Ethan began to ask for clues.

According to their account, it was a pizza guy who discovered the scene of the crime.

When he saw this scene inside through the window, the pizza guy was almost so scared that he peed his pants and quickly called the police.

The surrounding environment, the patrol officer has already checked it, and nothing has been gained.

In this kind of neighborhood, it is impossible to have a public camera.

Just as Ethan wanted to ask if there were any eyewitnesses, Director Perry angrily walked over:

"None of these bastards will speak."

"I have a bad premonition that the surrounding gangs have issued a gag order, and they will take revenge on their own."

Thank you Lin'an farmer for your support, thank you!

(End of chapter)