Hero Cultivation System

"Bureau Huang, Team Ye, this is the scene of the first crime."

At seven o'clock in the evening, a middle-aged policeman accompanied Ye Cheng and a short middle-aged man to the middle of the alley.

As soon as I walked into the alley, the smell of blood that was so strong that it was almost indistinguishable occupied almost all the space. Every time I breathed in and out, my lungs and nasal cavity seemed to be soaked in blood. It made me feel sick immediately, and I had to put on a mask quickly.

Can continue to go deeper.

All three people wore masks, with only one pair of eyes exposed, but their eyes were filled with the same shock and fear.

How many people must die to have such a smell of blood? The three people who grew up in peaceful times all guessed that it was probably nothing more than this on the battlefield.

In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that this alley is a battlefield.

In addition to the smell of blood, on this side of the wall, there were bullet holes everywhere in the road trees. A car that unfortunately parked nearby was riddled with holes. Most of the bullet casings on the road had been picked up by many onlookers.

However, the police officers at the police station who handled the scene still picked up about twenty bullets in the corner and circled around them. Ye Cheng roughly estimated that at least three hundred rounds of ammunition were fired at that time.

The most eye-catching thing about the whole scene is the large trash can parked in the middle of the alley. It is also riddled with bullet marks and stained with blood. There is a deep scratch on the ground, and there is a patch of color on the wall full of bullet holes next to it.

Since it is deep and there are no bullet holes, it can be imagined that the trash can was originally placed against the wall, or at least it was still leaning against the wall when the gunfight occurred.

The middle-aged man known as Huang Bureau curiously put his hands on the trash can and pushed it hard. The huge metal box did not move. He bent down and saw that there were indeed no wheels or slide rails at the bottom of the box.

He stood up and faced Ye Cheng in shock.

How many people are needed to push the trash can from the wall to the middle of the alley ten meters away? What was the purpose of pushing the trash can here during the gunfight?

The police comrade on the side probably guessed what the two were thinking, walked over and pointed to a place behind the box and said: "Huang Bureau, Ye Group, please take a look!"

The two of them approached curiously, and under the illumination of a strong flashlight, a pair of handprints half an inch deep were clearly visible.

Ye Chengchu didn't understand yet, so he gestured with his hands, and then he and Huang Ju took a breath of air.

Could it be that someone used both hands to push this trash can here?

"No way?" Huang Ju muttered to himself, but then he smiled bitterly.

Ye Cheng seemed to have a firm mind, his expression gradually returned to normal, and he continued to look around for large blood stains on the ground.

"Huang Bureau, Ye Group, based on the distribution of blood stains, we estimate that about ten to twelve people were killed in the gun battle. However, considering the excessive amount of blood, the distribution range of blood spatter, and several flutter-shaped blood stains, we judge that it should not be

Produced by the high-speed impact of bullets, instead

It should be a cold weapon such as a sword that caused large areas of bleeding and large blood splatters. The other four people may have been injured or killed by the rapidly moving garbage bin based on the location of the blood stains." The middle-aged policeman bent down and pointed with his flashlight.

The bloodstains on the ground showed it one by one.

"Bureau Huang, Team Ye, the Public Security Bureau received a call from the public reporting a gunfight around 5 p.m., and the nearby police station arrived at the scene half an hour later. When they arrived, there were no bodies left. According to the interrogation of witnesses at the scene, no one saw the gunfight.

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Three nearby residents heard a series of firecrackers and opened their windows to check. From a distance, they saw about ten people lying in the alley. According to them, there were whites and blacks, and they should all be foreigners.

However, because they saw several heads rolling on the ground, the three of them did not have the courage to come down. Later, two large black commercial vehicles drove into the alley. Seven or eight people wearing hoods got out of the vehicle, carrying bags, carrying the bodies into the vehicle, and then left.

"The whole process took less than two minutes. It is said that there were people at both ends of the alley blocking entry." After the middle-aged policeman finished explaining, he stepped aside.

Bureau Huang stood up and was silent for a while, then he spoke to Ye Cheng: "Ye Zhu, do you think we have to continue to endure it?"

Ye Cheng responded with silence, and Bureau Huang stopped questioning him.

"Bureau Huang, Team Ye, please come over here." The middle-aged policeman took them to the small building again and shined a powerful flashlight upward. Both of them saw several obvious holes on the outer wall between the third and fourth floors.

A big hole, with large pieces of cement peeling off to reveal the red bricks inside.

"According to the judgment of experts from the bureau, this should be caused by bullets from large sniper rifles. However, no warhead has been found so far. It should be stuck in the outer wall."

"Damn it! Even the big snipers are dispatched." Huang Bureau waved his hands in the air meaninglessly, with a strong sense of resentment in his tone.

"Bureau Huang, Team Ye, please go upstairs." The middle-aged policeman took the lead and walked into the small building.

The three of them walked all the way up the public stairs. The lights in the stairwell were very dim, but they could still see beer bottles, plastic bags and various food residues everywhere on the steps. It was like a group of people drinking and chatting in the stairwell. When they reached the fourth floor

The anti-theft iron door of the house on the left has been pried open, and the wooden door inside has obviously been kicked in and is still ajar.

The two policemen guarding the door saluted them and opened the door to let them in.

Ye Cheng looked at the strange action of the two men turning their heads aside to open the door for them. He was quite puzzled at first, but as soon as he entered the door, he immediately knew why the two policemen had such a reaction.

As they walked around the alley while wearing masks, the two of them were actually used to the smell of blood and no longer had any nausea reaction. However, as soon as they walked in the door, the smell of blood that was a hundred times stronger than in the alley immediately made them choke.

The man bent over and retched.

After finally holding back his stomach that kept wanting to rebel, Ye Cheng stood where he was and looked around.

It was a small guest house, probably no more than twenty square meters. The terrazzo floor was covered with a thick layer of dark brown blood stains. The surrounding walls, sofas, and furniture were all covered with blood stains, and there were red and white stains in between.

The blood clots were sticky, and Ye Cheng even saw a small piece of hairy scalp stuck in a very eye-catching position on the opposite wall.

However, the scene has been destroyed.

Countless footprints, handprints, wipes, and trailing blood stains made the entire scene a mess. Ye Cheng immediately frowned at a glance. It was impossible to even tell how many people died inside such a scene.

Sure enough, the middle-aged policeman started to explain:

"The house belongs to a man named Qian. He usually hangs around the train station, but it is said that he has not appeared for two days. The house has been empty for a long time. The residents downstairs said that a man seems to have moved in recently, but it is rare.

They only saw it once or twice and didn't remember much about it.

In addition, Bureau Huang... the deceased should be... a member of the Jing'an Association. Many people from Jing'an came into the small building in the morning and warned the residents not to come out, so... no one knows what happened.

Several people from the Jing'an Society were eating, drinking and having fun in the corridor.

Around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, there was a muffled sound like firecrackers on the fourth floor. Then they got crazy and started shouting and banging on the door. Finally, they had to pry open the door for a long time before they could get in. There was another loud noise.

Later, a large truck came downstairs. The three people who got out of the truck met up with the people upstairs and carried bags of things down, threw them on the truck and took them away. After everyone left, the residents of the small building came out to check, but...

Of course they were shocked by the bloody scene here, and it didn't take long for the police station to arrive in the alley downstairs.

Another thing that is quite strange is that dozens of fired warheads and shell casings were found in the guest house, but there were only seven or eight bullet holes in the wall, and most of the warheads had no impact marks."

Both of them were very surprised when they heard this, and the whole scene was filled with many unexplainable questions.

Did the man living in the house die inside? Why did the people from the Jing'an Council fire so many shots, and only after several hours? How did these people die? And why did the bullets have no impact marks?

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Ye Cheng frowned and asked: "Since the Jing'an Committee came early in the morning, didn't any of the residents call the police? The police station didn't even call the police? And isn't the Public Security Bureau's family home nearby? Why is the security situation like this..." Ye Cheng

He didn't say any more, but his meaning was quite obvious.

The middle-aged policeman glanced at Bureau Huang and said in a stern tone: "Well... the residents called the police, but they didn't explain clearly, so the police station thought it was a general dispute, and because of insufficient police force... they didn't call the police."

The more Bureau Huang heard, the uglier his face became. When he heard that no police were dispatched, his face turned blue!

Ye Cheng glanced at him, as if asking someone or talking to himself: "Do you still have to endure it?"

Huang Ju responded with silence, and Ye Cheng stopped asking further questions.

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