High-profile King

Zhang Jiao easily heard the scene of the crime scene described by SWAT team members through his ear recognition ability.

Sighing involuntarily, he said softly to Hong Tianbao: "Uncle Tianbao, the SWAT team member who went into Qianzhen's house just now said that there was no living person in the house.

Even his son who had just turned 5 years old, more than 20 people were all beheaded and placed on the table.

The wall was also written with blood, and the content of the SWAT team member did not say, but I guess 80% was a warning such as "Death of the traitor".

Forewarned is forearmed, without prejudging the waste.

Now think about it. In fact, the news that Du Xindeng was very awaited a few days ago, when it came out, Qian Zhenshou should hurry to hide incognito.

Or simply run to the mainland and the west. "

Hong Tianbao became stunned when he heard the words. After a moment of silence, he suddenly touched the phone and made another call.

He quickly helped himself and Zhang Jiao obtain the status of an interim advisor to the police station on the grounds of knowing the victim's situation, and followed up with the right to enter the scene of the Qian Yu Long Mei Men massacre.

The two were able to walk into the money house.

As soon as I entered the living room, I smelled the **** smell of intoxication.

The source of this flesh is more than 20 headless corpses lined up in a row from short to high on the carpet.

But the blood in those corpses did not swell everywhere, but was frozen and sealed in the cavity.

Only the scab at the broken head exudes a strong smell.

As for those severed heads, they were all placed on Qian Yulong's customary table of Jiang Chu people, close to the ancestral ancestors arranged on the side wall in the living room.

Because there are many small heads on the table, the head is placed like a peach, which is a traditional worship offering of the Dazhou, in a pyramid shape.

At the bottom, the gray-white faces, with fangs and grinnings, were next to each other, one by one, squinting dead fish-like eyes, empty looking forward.

At the top there is only one child's head. I don't know what caused the death with a smile.

With a naive smile on his face, his eyes wide open with satisfaction, but it made people more chilling.

Ren Hongtianbao was well-informed, and when he saw this situation, he could not help standing up with his hair, and his body could not stop shaking for a while.

It ’s not just him.

Even if I saw more policemen at the scene of the murder, they were all expressionless at this moment, trying to suppress the fear in my heart and the desire to vomit.

Only Zhang Jiao's face was as usual, and after glancing at the population supply table, he turned to the wall with the words of blood.

Silently thought in his heart: "The scheming betrays the Lord, the world can't tolerate, the head of the slave is full of sacrifices to sacrifice the ancestors, and the police later!

Judging from these messages, it was really Mrs. Du Xin who sent someone to kill Qian Yulong's door.

And it seems that the new Chu Chu has seen through all the tricks that Qian Yulong has played before.

Combining the unfinished words that my mother said when she came to Nanyang to see me, Du Xin and my previous speculation are likely to be completely opposite. It is not easy.

Even if the mind is not big, otherwise the servant Qian Yulong just hired in Nanyang will not be killed.

But it may also be the killer he sent, cruel bloodthirsty did not leave a mouth. "

After all, Hong Tianbao had seen countless big scenes, and he quickly calmed down and found Zhang Jiao standing blank, caring and saying, "Zhang kid, how are you, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Zhang Jiao recovered and shrugged, pointing to the blood on the wall: "I was thinking that as I guessed before, these 20 people were considered dead."

The voice fell to the ground. A man in his early thirties was wearing a slim leather jacket with a good face and a smart temperament. With a group of plainclothes police officers and forensics officers, she stepped into the female police officer in the haunted house and came straight to Zhang Jiao, staring He said, "This gentleman, what did you just mean?"

"Excuse me?" Zhang Jiao opened his mouth and asked openly.

The female police officer reported her identity, "Jian Ning'er, Chief Inspector of Xiangbei West Police Station.

Specifically responsible for the inspection of the "Warsaw Front Road No. 31 Case". "

Zhang Jiao combined her identity, age, image temperament and speech style, and immediately guessed that Gu Ning'er Bacheng is a kind of good family, highly educated and young, self-proclaimed generation.

In order to prevent trouble to the upper body, I smiled and praised, "Madam, you are so young that you were promoted to the Inspector General. It's amazing."

It was only afterwards that the whole story was told with emotion, "That's it, the victim, Mr. Qian Yulong, used to be guarded by the Jiangchu Shennongjia Zero District.

Some time ago, the battle between the sons and sons came to Nanyang in exile.

It's a pity that the tree is still and the wind is constant. His former loyal son Du Xin and others have become Chuhou.

Unable to tolerate his betrayal, he sent someone to kill his family, even the children and servants.

And with the prestige of Chu, unless the three Nanyang nations wage a full-scale war with Jiang Chu at all costs, otherwise this case can only be suspended forever ... "

"Is this your guess, or information obtained from some channel." Jian Ning'er suddenly asked.

"Of course it is speculation," Zhang Jiao stunned, smiling: "But these conjectures are based on facts.

Qian Yulong's guarding itself is a high-level warrior. Among his dead soldiers, there are also many intermediate-level superheroes.

Unless a big man like Chu Hou sends a legendary strongman, otherwise ... "

"It may indeed be very difficult to defeat a senior warrior head-on on the battlefield.

However, in daily life, it is not so difficult to master certain skills.

So this is not necessarily caused by some legendary strongman. "Jian Ning'er interrupted Zhang Jiao's words again," By the way, since you are friends with the victim ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ What if he and his son's heads are on the ancestral table for the table Can you still laugh? "

"I'm also an extraordinary person," Zhang Jiaoxiao smiled and said: "I used to live alone in the Shennongjia Zero District, and traveled thousands of kilometers alone in the wilderness to see any harsh scene.

In comparison, killing a decapitated man is comparable to watching a living being caught by the ape-like Warcraft, using his fingers to tear off the meat alive.

A little bit of the skeleton frame that became flesh and blood is still not dead, and it is much more pleasing to the eye. "

The next person, who had a shallow stomach and was vomited by the tragic situation at the scene of the murder, heard the vivid description of Zhang Jiao, and finally couldn't help but rush out of the door.

Zhang Jiao pouted and said: "Madam Gu, now I understand why you had such doubts.

The flowers in the greenhouse really don't recognize human suffering, so naive and enviable. "

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