I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

With a "bang", Smith kicked open the door. Wick held the gun and observed it carefully for a moment before cautiously stepping in.

"Safety!"

After they carefully searched all the rooms, they determined that there was no one before putting down their guns.

Skoff was still holding the poor window breaking hammer, carefully probed in: "I said two big brothers, what are we looking for?"

"Some of the most basic information."

Smith opened the closet. There was only a black suit and a white shirt in the closet. Apart from that, there was no other clothes.

Wick checked other places, most of the drawers were empty, but found a folded document in a drawer mezzanine in the living room.

Open it up, this is a subway train timetable. Although the year, month and time are not indicated above, the paper is already yellowing, and I also know that this timetable has been here for quite some time.

"What's written on this?"

Smith and Skoff approached, Wick frowned and said, "It's nothing, just circle a few dates."

Looking at the series of circles on the timetable, Smith snorted: "It's not just a few. Look at the small days. It's open throughout the year."

Skoff grinned his teeth: "Is this the timetable for them to kill people?"

"It's possible," Wick flicked the bullet paper and sighed, "If that's the case, then the terrible massacre like last night might have been going on for many years."

Skoff “Ha” slapped him in the slap: “I’ll just say that someone in the police is embarrassed with them. Such a horrible serial murder, if no one helps to cover it up, how could it be hidden for so long.”

Smith nodded: "Although I don't like this kid being surprised, but I have to admit that what he said just now is correct. Let alone the police, maybe the NIA is unreliable."

"But I think of one person, that guy should be reliable."

Wick and Smith glanced at each other. Although Wick didn't say the name, Smith knew who he was referring to.

Smith shrugged: "I don't know how that guy is contacted."

Wick took out his mobile phone, only to find that it had automatically shut down because it hadn't been charged for a day and night. He sighed and looked at Skoff: "You must have that person's phone?"

Skoff was taken aback: "Who?"

"NIA Special Agent, Xie Lun."

"Huh? He gave me a business card." Skoff touched his pocket subconsciously, and suddenly slapped his thigh in regret, "It broke. I came out of the police station that day and threw his business card in annoyance."

"why?"

"Uh...It's not because I called the police, and the female police officer didn't listen at all, so when I was in a hurry, I got angry and..."

"There is something wrong with your brain," Smith opened his eyes incredibly. "Why throw that guy's business card?"

"That's...I was in the mood at the time, my hands were shaking..." Skoff scratched his head, and suddenly reacted, staring at Smith, "No, I listen to you, you two should know Sharon, too. Why didn't you keep his contact number?"

Smith touched his nose awkwardly, and turned his head to look aside.

He refused to answer this question.

Wick said helplessly: "Then what should we do, we can't go directly to his house to find him, right?"

Smith raised his eyebrows: "Do you still know where he lives?"

Wick shrugged: "I told you, working."

Skoff frowned and said: "It's not good for us to rush into the door like this. After all, we don't have substantive evidence in our hands. Will he believe what we said?"

Smith rubbed his chin: "It's hard to say, according to my observation, that kid is very cunning. We appeared so unexpectedly, and he absolutely suspected that this was a trap in his heart."

Well, our Mr. Smith's cleverness was mistaken by cleverness.

Wick frowned and said, "If this is the case, then I don't need to charge the phone and contact him again."

Skoff said pitifully, "Then what shall we do now?"

"What else can I do, go back to each house and find each mother." Smith stretched his waist. "After a long time of tossing, he has neither determined the identity of the other party nor found a way to eliminate the other party. What else can I do if I don't go home now." Do, do you still want to go back to the subway station again?"

The three people recalled the thrilling scene last night, shuddered at the same time, and shook their heads quickly.

"That's not it, let's go, let's go..." Smith waved his hand, "By the way, clean the scene, don't leave any cobweb horse trails."

Wick pointed to the door knocked down by Smith, without speaking.

Smith blinked, and suddenly kicked the seat next to him: "It's a burglary situation."

As the saying goes, no coincidence can't make a book.

After the trio of Wick walked for half an hour, Xie Lun and Tina drove there, and they happened to be staggered.

So what appeared in front of Shay Lun was the wide open door and the messy room.

So Wick, Smith, and Skoff will have to suffer even more.

Two flowers bloom, one on each table.

Let’s talk about Skoff’s girlfriend Maya, At the moment is in Skoff’s Burrow, calling her girlfriend, gallery owner Susan: "... Don’t worry, I’ve given him a meal and promised to let him grow old. Work honestly, but let me tell you one thing...really, those two handsome guys are super handsome..."

There was a knock on the door, and Maya got up and walked towards the door while smiling: "Wait, someone knocks on the door, maybe they will come... You still don’t believe me, wait for me to take a photo with them, you see To ensure that I can’t close my legs...Okay, I’m not going to be poor with you, I’ll hang up first.”

Hanging up here, Maya stretched out her hand and opened the door.

And standing outside the door was a tall and burly strange man in a black suit.

Maya frowned: "Who are you looking for?"

The man didn't speak, just reached out his hand and pulled out a big hammer from behind.

In the Vigo Building, Helen sat at her desk with some restlessness, tapping on the keyboard with her fingers unconsciously.

Her female boss passed by, frowning when she saw her appearance, stopped and asked: "Are you sick, or something else?"

"Sorry," Helen said nervously. "Since last night, I haven't been able to get in touch with my fiance, so I'm a little worried."

The female boss said solemnly: "Since your mind is not at work, then take a leave of absence and go back."

"No, I just lost my mind for a while, and then I will focus on my work."

"No, Helen, I'm serious." The female boss leaned over and said in a low voice, "The atmosphere in the company has become more and more tense recently. The chairman has fired several people. If you let him see your current state, sure I'll lose my temper. So listen to me, Helen, go back today and have a good rest. Do you understand?"

Helen sighed and nodded: "I understand, then... I'll go back first, thank you!"

The female boss patted Helen on the shoulder, and sighed silently. She was going to meet with the chairman of Vigo, whose emotions were getting worse and worse recently.

Helen hurried out of the elevator and entered the underground parking lot under the building. Just in the elevator, she called Wick again, but still couldn't get through.

"It's okay, he had this situation before, and suddenly lost contact for several days, it's okay!"

Even though he said that, Helen still felt frightened for some reason, as if something bad was about to happen.

Helen got into her car and just fastened her seat belt when she was about to start. Suddenly a black gloved hand came out quietly from the back seat and covered her nose and mouth.

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