The Underworld Detective

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The fake king sat on the ground with her legs folded, crying and crying, "Did you be crazy, uncle Wang? Sister Xiaotao, I'm really strong!"

For a while, Huang Xiaotao didn't know which side to believe, and rebuked: "Even if you suspect, you can't fire a gun! Is the people's public security gun aimed at the people?"

Wang Yuanchao said lightly, "He has calluses on his hands!"

The observation power of the Armed Police Commander is indeed unusual. In fact, he has been skeptical since the false king rushed in. Just now I gestured to him and told him to subdue the person.

The fake king's strong expression became stubborn, and his voice changed: "If I have something three long and two short, neither of you can escape, this police uniform cannot protect you."

Huang Xiaotao asked, "Who the **** are you?"

The false king sneered vigorously: "This is not something you should know, Ms. Jinghua, I would advise you that some cases can be investigated, and some cases should not be investigated. We have already given warnings, and if we don't listen to the warnings, we will only have a dead end. ! "

Huang Xiaotao swears: "You don't look at your situation, you threaten us."

I asked, "Where is Wang Dali?"

The smile on the false king's face was even stronger: "I don't know, I should be alive now, but if I can't go back to life tonight, I can't guarantee it ..."

Suddenly, Wang Yuanchao flew up and kicked him down. Wang Yuanchao was jealous and hateful, and the criminals were so arrogant! Then he grasped the fake king's vigorous face with his wide palm, and tore off his skin.

After seeing the true face of this person, we were surprised at the same time. He was a bald head, no eyebrows, no nose, and only two long holes in the nostril, just like Voldemort in Harry Potter.

There was some blood on his face, because the human skin mask was glued to his face with strong glue and could not be easily removed.

Wang Yuanchao took the human skin mask and looked it over, and handed it to me. It turned out to be made of rubber. I was also worried that he peeled off Wang Dali's face.

I asked, "Are you a faceless slave?"

The man was startled: "How did you know?"

I sneered: "Our Song family has dealt with criminals for thousands of years and knows you better than anyone else."

No matter how the times change, many hidden occupations on the rivers and lakes will not change. In the past, there were gold, leather, color, hanging, comment, group, tune, eight major schools of Liu, referring to fortune-telling, photo-seeking, acrobatics, Bodyguards and so on.

These deeds are passed down from master to apprentice, and they can still be seen today.

Faceless slaves are one of them. They have to cut their noses from the day they worship, wash their face with special medicine day and night, their skin is as soft as dough, and they can easily become anyone. They also practice false throat. Others speak.

The master of faceless slaves only needs to rub his face with his hands a few times to turn into another face. This person is not good at learning and needs the help of a human skin mask. But his strong voice and tone of learning Wang Wang's sound were exquisite, and he was just a born actor.

Such people can act as assassins, but in most cases it is easy for others to spy on intelligence. They are like shadows. They have no names in their lives. They are often killed by their employers because they know too much. Few people know their existence.

I asked again: "Where is Wang Dali now?"

He replied, "As long as I'm safe, he's safe."

I sneered: "Although you have good acting skills, I still can see that you are lying. People like you should have no status at all, right? They are just monitoring my little pawn. Wang Dali has no value as a hostage. Behind you The boss will not be interested in him. "

His face changed suddenly, and I seemed to be right. Think about it from another standpoint. If they really need a hostage to threaten us, no one is more suitable than Sun Bingxin. It is easy to subdue and can lead the whole body.

I asked again, "Who do you work for? Black Panther Gang? Blood Wolf Gang? Or another triad?"

I watched his reaction carefully, and it seemed that neither was the faceless slave laughing: "The frog at the bottom of the well, compared with us, we are the forces you can't provoke!"

Wang Yuanchao suddenly rushed over to punch and kick, screaming again and again. Huang Xiaotao yelled at him for a long time before persuading him. After being pulled away, Wang Yuanchao angered him with his fingers and said, "You can try again!"

The faceless slave bit his lip and did not dare to speak again, and it was obvious that he was afraid of Wang Yuanchao.

After speaking for a long time, the effect of the medicine is about to pass. I said quickly: "Uncle Wang, bring this person on, let's investigate the case first."

Wang Yuanchao promised and lifted him up. The man was as scared as a chicken, and his mouth was still murmuring: "Kong Hui is working for the organization. You touch him, you have nothing to eat!"

Huang Xiaotao sneered: "I still have to see, which great **** is your backstage boss!"

I touched my mind and sniffed the scent on the ground. The odor of some people and the scent of potions could be smelled in the grass. I followed the smell and found the tire marks on the edge of a side road. As I expected, Kong Hui had to drive a pig to carry a pig.

Huang Xiaotao took photos of the tire prints and asked for evidence, asking me, "Do you want to drive?"

I shook my head: "No, I can't smell when I drive, but everyone has to work hard to follow me."

I sniffed it near the tyre print and smelled a special odor. It may be that Xu Xiaohui was incontinent in the car at that time, and it was more convenient to have this smell. We walked along this road, half an hour later to an old residential area, at this time the potency of the potion was almost over.

I saw an off-road vehicle underneath a residential building and asked Huang Xiaotao to compare the photos just taken. Sure enough, the tire marks were left behind by it. I was ecstatic: "Kong Hui's studio is nearby. "

The faceless slave suddenly spoke, this time he was not so arrogant, but said in a pleading tone: "I advise you to stop, don't provoke the organization, you can't look back after you check it, they Will chase you, can't you live well? "

Wang Yuanchao sneered scornfully.

Huang Xiaotao said rightly: "I have been conscious of death since I put on this police uniform. If there are really monsters and monsters in the world who can't be moved by the police, I will try to move!"

I also said, "Song family ancestors have been running the blood of prisoner Song Ci, do you think I would persuade you?"

Since the day Grandpa was killed, I vowed to arrest Jiangbei's residual knife. I faintly feel that the huge force I encountered by accident this time may be related to the ghostly Jiangbei residual knife.

The man laughed twice: "Okay, I won't stop you, the day you will betray your relatives and lose your love, you will know how to write the word regret!"

I exchanged a look with Huang Xiaotao. What I saw from her eyes was the courage and determination.

I sniffed around the car, followed the scent to find a room, opened the lock with iron wire, and behind the door was Kong Hui's secret studio ...