Drops of blood spilled in midair.

As Burgess ran, he kept falling to the ground.

The little girl in her arms drooped weakly, her eyes were tightly closed, and she was followed by the Asian woman just now.

Glancing at Ethan, Burgess carried the little girl into the patrol car.

Soon, Roman also ran out in a rage.

As the engine roared, the patrol car sped away from the scene, judging by the situation, it should not be able to hold out to the ambulance, and it must be taken to the hospital as soon as possible.

"We need to find the gunman."

Ethan looked around and said coldly, "It doesn't matter who he is." ”

In the secret room, several portable lamps were erected.

The lights illuminated the interior as if it were daylight, and the staff of the Forensic Section were busy.

Ethan asked two colleagues from the forensic department wearing chemical protective suits to watch the woman in red on the stretcher swaying gently with their movements, sighed lightly, covered her mouth and nose and walked in.

At this time, everyone else also came to the scene.

When such a vicious case occurred, the BFIPU immediately took over the case.

"Don't you have to check again?"

Finding two people cutting chains on the wall, Ethan looked at the white woman who looked like a supervisor next to him, "Have you figured out what's going on?" ”

"Hmm."

The woman nodded silently: "Next, we will transport them back to the morgue for autopsy." ”

"Still."

She shook her head again: "In my experience, it won't lead to anything special. ”

"The cause of death of these girls is simple."

"Hunger, dehydration."

The director looked at Ethan and spread his hands out, "That's what caused them to die." ”

"That is."

Ethan asked with a cold face, "Were they starved to death?" ”

The white female supervisor's face was also very ugly, she naturally thought that she had seen everything in this position, but what happened now was still beyond her imagination.

"The most important thing is water."

She covered her nose and gritted her teeth, "Without food, they can hold out for a long time." ”

"But there's no water."

At this, she pursed her mouth.

"These wounds."

Antonio walked in with him, and he habitually shone his flashlight on the face of a girl who was placed on the ground: "Were they abused before they died?" ”

Not only the ground this, but all the girls are pretty much the same.

Their faces all had marks of being cut by sharp weapons, which made them fearful.

"Nope."

The white female supervisor paused and said in a complicated tone, "You can look through their nails." ”

Speaking of which, she put on a mask.

It's actually very simple, everything that needs to be said is pretty much the same, she has to keep busy with her work.

"Don't look at it."

Erin stopped Antonio's movements and looked at the mineral water bottle that fell to the ground on the side: "These poor women, they are there to rob them of a chance to live, I can't imagine what is happening here." ”

She looked up at the mottled wall.

The mournful wail seemed to reverberate in it.

"Let's go."

Staying here, there is nothing more to gain.

Ethan pulled Erin, who was squatting on the ground, up, and the three of them walked outside again, and several corpses were being lifted to the ground next to the roller shutter one after another, waiting for follow-up treatment.

Sharp brakes sounded, and a Cadillac pulled up the door.

Hank pushed through the crowd and strode in.

This kind of case has happened, and as the deputy director in charge of operations, he needs to come and take a look.

"Any ideas?"

Seeing Ethan walking out of it with a few people, he frowned and said, "I just received a notification that the gunman has fled, and the patrol has lost the whereabouts of that person." ”

"Damn it."

Olinsky kicked the wall next to him and said excitedly, "I can't do this little thing." ”

"Hey."

There was a patrol officer next to him, and Hank hurriedly put his arm around the old man's shoulder: "They've done their best." ”

"Based on my inference."

Olinsky scratched his beard and gritted his teeth, "This gunman came to bring food to the girls, but it's clear that the bastard was late, very late." ”

"According to the forensic judgment, the girls were dead for two or three days."

"License plate number?" Ethan asked.

"Only part of it is seen."

Olinsky said with a cold face: "Rusek has gone to adjust the nearby surveillance. ”

"Boss."

Atwater hurriedly crossed the cordon, nodded at Hank and said to the group, "I've contacted the landlord, and the person who rented the renter was an Asian man." ”

"Cash, paid directly for a year's rent."

"What else?"

Antonio felt something was wrong when he heard the cash, and continued to ask: "Name, physical characteristics?" ”

"None of them."

Atwater closed the notepad, shook his head, and said, "I asked, but the other party just said that he couldn't remember clearly, I guess he was scared, should he be arrested and sent back to the police station for questioning." ”

"Call the patrolman."

Ethan waved his hand and said categorically: "If there is any crime, press it all to the landlord." ”

"Unless he can give us useful clues."

At this time, he doesn't mind using all kinds of means, big and small, just to get the information he wants.

"Please."

There was a shout from outside the door, mixed in Chinese and English: "Sir, please let me in, I want to see if my daughter is inside, please." ”

"Sir."

The Latin male policeman who was with Ethan and them just now stretched out his hand and stopped the other party: "You can't go in, there's a homicide inside, I don't understand what you're talking about." ”

"You don't understand."

Confronted by him was a middle-aged Asian man in a gray jacket with wrinkles all over his face, and the man's lips trembled with excitement: "Sir, my daughter may be inside." ”

"Please, let me go in and have a look."

"Even-bought karma."

The Latin male policeman had two big heads, and he looked back helplessly: "Please, you need help here." ”

"Is it possible that any of you can speak Chinese."

Looking ahead again, the Latin policeman asked the onlookers with a headache, "Who of you knows what he's talking about, I need a translator." ”

"Let me come."

Ethan walked over briskly and motioned for the patrol officer to get out of the way: "What clothes is your daughter wearing, and what are her physical characteristics?" ”

This Chinese man spoke with a Hu Jian accent.

On the body, there is a smell of stir-fried vegetables.

On his sleeves, there are also two pale yellow sleeves.

His trembling hands were covered with calluses, he wasn't shot, he didn't have to guess, he must have been doing hard work in Chinatown, kitchen or something.

"Red clothes."

Hearing the officer say his familiar words, the man excitedly pulled out a photo:

"This is Xiaojun, officer, please help me take a look."

In the photo, there is a cute-looking little girl, fifteen or sixteen years old, grinning at Ethan compared to scissorhands.

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