The Monster I Was Redeemed

Although the dormitory building is old, the basic lighting facilities can still work.

As soon as the four of them stepped into the corridor, the dim sensor light came on.

This warm light did not bring any sense of security to everyone, but added a terrifying filter.

As if the next moment, a group of monsters covered in bandages and with yellowish-brown liquid on their fingertips would rush out from both sides of the corridor.

The dormitory building is silent, with few residents, and even the most beautiful things will look very terrifying in the absence of vitality, not to mention the dilapidated dormitory building that is already very underworld.

According to the scene in retrospect, Jin Ping'an came to the door of the tattooed man's house.

The closed door gave him an ominous premonition.

Wu Ke held up the pistol, turned on the weapon flashlight, and gently pushed in the door.

In the dark holiday, a figure who did not know whether to live or die was lying on the floor.

Wu Ke stepped forward cautiously and put his hand on his neck.

"Alive." Wu Ke turned around and said.

Hearing this, Jin Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief.

The other two team members pressed the light switch, and in an instant, the entire room was covered with incandescent light, bright as day.

The sudden strong light made Jin Ping'an a little uncomfortable. He narrowed his eyes to observe the room, but the sight he saw through the gap made him slowly widen his eyes.

The living room at this time was completely different from the one when he looked back.

In retrospect, although the room looked sloppy, everything was placed where it should be.

But now the room is a mess.

The desk fell over, the legs of the bench fell off, and clothes were thrown all over the floor. Most importantly, there was blood on the tattooed man's forehead.

Jin Ping'an asked quickly, "Is he all right?"

"It's just a bit of skin on the top of the head, not a fatal injury... Hey, wake up."

Wu Ke turned the tattooed man over.

He slapped him twice in the face, but the other party didn't respond.

The two players who were pulled over to make up the number picked up a tablet of medicine: "Team Wu, look at this."

Before Wu Ke could identify it, Jin Ping'an could see what it was.

Triazolam from a drug dealer.

Reminiscent of the tactics the messenger used against the tattoo parlor owner and drug dealer.

Jin Ping An subconsciously looked at the tattooed man's finger.

Sure enough, the five fingers on his left hand were like swaying kelp, all twisted to a disgusting level.

"The deceased... ugh, the victim should have been tortured before falling into a coma."

Wu Ke observed the mouth of the tattooed man and saw drug residues between his teeth: "He won't be able to wake up for a while, so take the person back to lock them up, and remember to do a check before closing to see if there are any internal injury."

Wu Ke stood up and clapped his hands, and took a look at the illegal drugs found by his subordinates.

"Triazolam, sevoflurane, ketamine, all these things, it's not a problem to detain him for ten days."

Hearing Wu Ke's words, Jin Ping'an was completely relieved: "Thank you Uncle Wu."

"Uncle Wu, how tall are you! I just turned thirty!"

Wu Ke slapped Jin Ping'an on the back fiercely: "It's getting late, I'll take you home?"

Jin Ping'an was slapped by Wu Ke and coughed, and he said intermittently: "Cough, no, cough... I will go to the restroom of the anti-drug team to make do with one night, Lao Tian will come over tomorrow, save the extra trip. ."

"Why don't you go to the dormitory?" Wu Ke suggested.

Jin Ping'an recalled the last time he visited the dormitory of the anti-drug team, and there were big men around him.

"...Forget it."

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The next day at 10:30 in the morning, the Interpol team.

Tian Hao parked his car in the police department's parking lot, and pushed in the door with a document report.

"Old Tian, ​​why did you come back so soon?"

The colleagues at the front desk were a little surprised to see Tian Hao.

You must know that he was transferred to another area for a business trip not long ago, and it has been less than a week since he left.

"The case over there has been solved. The local police have already investigated almost the same. They hurriedly transferred me there and caught up with it."

Tian Hao put down the document bag, punched in the card at the front desk, and chatted for a while to learn about the recent movements of the Criminal Police.

"How's the team doing lately?"

"What else can I do, the old way, a group of people went around with the report of the technical department, and the case still didn't make any progress."

The criminal policeman looked at Lao Tian and hesitated for a while: "Also, that kid Jin Ping'an didn't know where he went recently, and he hasn't shown up for several days."

Tian Hao asked tentatively, "He is still investigating the disappearance case?"

The criminal policeman at the front desk looked a little unnatural: "I guess so, but everyone is busy investigating the robbery case, and they don't have time to accompany him."

Tian Hao did not answer.

Just when the two fell into a mysterious silence, Liu Yuan, the deputy captain of the criminal police team, led a middle-aged and elderly person in his 60s and walked over, and behind the two was a man dressed as a bodyguard.

"Tian Hao? How are you..." Liu Yuan looked surprised when he saw Tian Hao again.

"The case over there is over. I, the foreign aid, can't handle the finishing work, so I'll come back first."

Tian Hao first explained the reason for his return, then looked at the old man and asked, "I don't know who this is?"

"This is the vice president of Qianhua City Calligraphy Association, Mr. Hu Yingshao, and also the calligraphy teacher of Captain Shi."

Liu Yuan turned to face Hu Yingshao: "Elder Hu, he is the one I mentioned before, Tian Hao, the ace of our Qianhua Criminal Police Detachment."

"Don't always be old Hu Lao Hu, just call me Mr. Hu."

Hu Yingshao waved his hands with a stern face, and when he met Tian Hao, a kind smile appeared on his face: "I usually hear Hong Fang mention you a lot, but now it looks like a talent!

In ancient times, you must be the kind of talented person who can write and put a pen to settle the world, but incompetent to do it right away. "

"It's ridiculous."

Tian Hao didn't know why this old gentleman was so enthusiastic. Seeing him was like seeing his long-lost grandson.

Hu Yingshao held Tian Hao's right hand with both hands, and swayed him to look at the wall of the hall. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Xiao Wang, bring my pen!"

Behind him, Xiao Wang, dressed like a bodyguard, immediately took out the wooden box for pens and rice paper from his bag.

Hu Yingshao pressed the button on the brush, and soon the tip of the brush was soaked with ink.

With a big wave of his hand, he left four big characters on the rice paper: virtuous and square!

After writing, he took out his own seal and affixed it in the lower left corner.

"The old man didn't bring any greetings. The only thing he can show is this handwriting. I hope you don't dislike it."

"Why are you standing still, thank you Mr. Hu soon."

Liu Yuan said very exaggeratedly: "I begged the old gentleman for a year and two months, and he was willing to give me a character. I went back and quickly framed it, did you hear it?"

Seeing this, Tian Hao had to accept the words: "This...Thank you Mr. Hu."

Hu Yingshao pretended to be angry and said, "You are quite a vengeful person. You can remember how long you begged me."

Liu Yuan rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "Hey, doesn't it seem that your words are hard to find."