Feast of villains

Flower Street.

As the name suggests.

It's the red light district.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, there were relatively few people walking on Flower Street, the neon lights gradually began to go out, and the holographic images stopped dancing.

Driving through the quaint cobblestone road, Officer Eileen's eyes glanced at both sides.

The buildings here are very interesting, almost all of them are two or three-story wooden buildings in the retro style, which combine elements of traditional Japanese romantic places. There is a geisha robot in front of each store to attract customers.

There are many people gathering in front of the road.

Superintendent Eileen parked the car on the side of the road and walked forward.

The police set up a cordon to block the spectators. She kicked the crowd away from the outside and bent down to get inside the cordon.

A policeman glared at her with a threatening look. She pointed to her chest, and the policeman immediately paid her attention and saluted: "Hello, Superintendent Eileen!"

As soon as this sound came out, several police officers nearby who were maintaining order all shuddered in unison.

The terror of the Exorcist Lady has been heard by the entire California police force.

From the appearance point of view, Superintendent Erin is undoubtedly very outstanding. She has a slender figure and short brown hair. She is wearing a police uniform suit and a tight miniskirt hidden under the coat. She has perfect legs extending down from the coat.

The lines firmly attract the attention of the men around you.

This is the beauty of a goddess... Many people will have this emotion when they see her for the first time.

Her facial features are so exquisite that they can be called gorgeous, and her eyes full of vitality and sharpness make her slender figure full of heroism. There is no trace of female weakness in her body.

When she was handling cases, she was almost a cold and ruthless god of death. Not to mention criminals, even her boss was sent to the hospital by her, more than once.

The highest-ranking inspector on the scene ran quickly from inside to greet him.

Superintendent Eileen walked towards the door and asked in a cold voice: "How is the situation?"

"It is almost certain that the familiar committed the crime." The inspector who came out to greet him said, "According to regulations, we should notify Section 9 as soon as possible, but they have not resumed work yet, so they bother you so late."

"No problem!"

Irene replied calmly and walked into the club door at the lead.

Her straight back and knees are reminiscent of a perfect fashion model. The inspector following her is even a head shorter than her, looking like one of Her Majesty's entourage.

The lobby of the high-end club was now in a mess, as if it had been purchased for zero dollars.

The monitor on the counter has been turned off, and there is a twisted Tokyo script written on the wall, which is the name of the club: The Other Side of Freedom.

The ground was littered with damaged furniture or office supplies, and the lights overhead flickered on and off. On the stairs leading to the second floor, you could faintly see the blood left on them.

Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, Erin asked calmly: "Are there any survivors?"

"No." The inspector shook his head and said solemnly: "From the security guard to the front desk, from the cleaning staff to the ladies, including the customers who came to spend money, there was not a single person alive inside or outside... We counted the number of victims and determined the number.

It’s 70.”

"Go up and have a look."

Erin walked up the stairs.

As soon as we arrived on the second floor, the smell of blood was already nauseating.

All that was left at the scene were countless coagulated blood and neat corpses. From the outside, each corpse only had obvious wounds on the throat.

Erin looked at the corpses with almost identical death conditions and frowned slightly: "One-sided massacre."

"The forensic doctor has conducted a preliminary examination and found that each victim's carotid artery was separated by a sharp blade, resulting in death from excessive blood loss." The inspector said, pointing to the third floor, "Only one body was cut by a knife.

I'll take you to see the dismembered ones."

"Let's go." Erin nodded.

The two walked from the second floor to the third floor and opened a luxurious private room.

The luxurious love room decorated in a pink tone has now become very scary. There is no romance, only horrible broken human tissue, and almost no intact piece of flesh can be found.

"He was the only one who received special treatment." The inspector said, "The identity information is still being compared, and the results will be available within ten minutes."

Looking at the broken corpses on the ground, Irene frowned and murmured thoughtfully: "I just killed the others and ignored them. Only this man was dismembered, and the murderer was pretty good to him."

It's better not to do this... The inspector's face turned pale, he couldn't help turning his back and retched several times.

"Is there surveillance?" Erin turned around and asked.

"All the cameras in public spaces were destroyed, and no information about the murderer was captured." The inspector said with a trembling voice, "But there was a camera that was turned on in this room at the time, and some useful information was captured."

"Let me see." Eileen said coldly.

"Wait a moment, I'll go to the evidence department to get it."

The inspector did not dare to neglect and immediately went to ask for the video.

Just kidding, who among the police in California has never heard of the name "The Exorcist Queen"? If you make her unhappy, it's just a trivial matter to break a few bones. What if you lose your job?

She has a cold personality and almost never smiles at anyone.

None of the police officers who had worked with her wanted to think about that experience again. Although they deserved a lot of credit, no one could stand her aura.

The surveillance will be back soon.

Erin put on her gloves and turned on the photography terminal.

Most of the videos stored in it were bed movies starring the terminal owner, and each one had unsightly SM clips. Looking at these scenes, Irene's expression did not change, and she directly pulled down the last recorded video.

The picture starts from the door of the club. Three young female technicians are walking in front, turning around from time to time and giving a flattering smile to the camera. They have handcuffs on their wrists, licking their pink moist lips provocatively, and their slender figures

Twisting hotly.

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the stairs and entered the room.

Seeing that the main scene was about to come, a scream suddenly came from the screen, and blood marks appeared on the neck of a female technician. The camera then turned, and for a short moment, a picture was captured.

A woman walked in from the door.

She was dressed very well here, wearing a pink plastic raincoat, a white net shirt and white trousers underneath. She walked in chewing gum, looked at the camera, and blew a bubble at the camera.

Then, the screen shook a few times, and after a few wails of extreme fear, the camera pointed at the ceiling at a fixed angle and became motionless.

Erin rewinds the video a few seconds.

Her eyes widened slightly, her face moved closer to the screen, and she stared at the enlarged picture.

The upper part of the woman's face was obscured by a plastic raincoat, and the part from the tip of her nose to the top could not be seen clearly. Her identity could not be identified through the video. However, after she disappeared from the screen, a few frames quickly passed by an afterimage.

, cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye.

"What is this?" Erin asked.

"I don't know... is the picture distorted?" The inspector was also confused and explained: "We haven't had time to identify the video yet, so we don't know."

Eileen said coldly: "Bring me a personal terminal."

"yes!"

The inspector trotted out and soon came back with something that looked like a laptop computer.

Erin pulled out the camera's memory card and inserted it into the terminal's card slot. Then she tapped her temple with her fingertips to turn on the electronic brain's transmission function.

In an instant, the video stored in the memory card occupied her entire sight. She was like a bystander who suddenly came to the scene, immersing herself in the scene from the perspective of the camera.

No matter how small a clue is, it is no longer easy for people to ignore it after it is magnified and magnified.

Frame by frame, Irene intercepted all the pictures where the afterimage appeared, and through the auxiliary restoration function of the electronic brain, Irene determined what the afterimage was.

——Pink Cobra.

The murderer is a beautiful snake!