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Chapter 52 Laughter 【Please recommend for collection】

Woof woof, woof woof!

"Shut up, stupid dog!"

With a vulgar curse in his mouth, the bearded man walked on the streets of New York with a bottle of wine dangling.

He turned his head and cursed at the stray dogs on the street.

The bearded man raised the wine bottle in his hand and took a big gulp of wine, then kicked the soda cans on the side of the road away.

Dang, bang, bang——

The sound of the sunken cans rolling on the ground was especially loud on the empty streets.

In this regard, instead of expressing anything, the bearded man laughed out loud.

However, in his laughter.

The rolling soda can suddenly stopped making noise, and stopped at the far foot.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the bearded figure looked at the figure in the distance, stopped the wine bottle in his hand, and showed a somewhat puzzled expression on his drunken face.

Amidst the dull eyes of the bearded man, the figure slowly came out from the shadows.

It looks like a clown!
The clown is wearing an old-fashioned shirt, a red clown mask on his face, and his mouth seems to be making a happy expression at him.

With brisk footsteps, the clown came to the bearded face, the eyes under the mask stared at his sluggish face, and asked cheerfully.

"Why...so serious?"

Uncontrollable laughter came from the corner of his mouth. The clown looked at the beard in front of him, and continued in a brisk and joyful tone: "My mother always taught me not to forget to smile and put on a happy smile. She said that my mission in life is to It must bring joy to all."

"Now, let me give you joy."

As the clown's voice fell, a burst of uncontrollable laughter came from his mouth.

"Ha ha……"

Under the influence of the clown's laughter, the corners of the bearded mouth, which was already surprised and dull, began to tilt up slightly uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of laughter similar to that of the clown came from his mouth.

Snapped!
The wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into slag, but the bearded man didn't care about it at all. He stretched out his hands to cover his stomach, and unstoppable laughter kept coming from his mouth.

"Laugh as much as you want, ha...hahahahahaha..."

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Several police cars from the New York Police Department surrounded the crime scene.

They separated the scene of the crime with long yellow police tape, alienated the surrounding crowd, and questioned the homeless man who found the dead.

"I didn't do anything."

Under the sharp eyes of the police detective, the homeless man's face could not help but become a little embarrassed.

"I just plan to come out to try my luck while it's still early, and see if I can find anything useful. Who would have thought that I would meet a dead man on the street."

"Then why did you choose to call the police?"

"I don't want to get in trouble."

Facing the police's questioning, the homeless man shook his head and gave his reasons.

"If I don't call the police, what if it is considered the murderer who killed that guy."

"In short, I don't want to cause too much trouble for myself. After all, my life is miserable enough now, and I don't want to get into a murder case for no reason."

In front of the police detective, tell the other party everything you know.

The tramp glanced awkwardly at the constantly moving police around him, then turned his head to look in the direction of the deceased, and then asked the police detective in front of him tentatively.

"I've already said what needs to be said, officer, haven't you..."

Noticing the eager eyes of the homeless man in front of him, the detective looked down at the hamburger in his hand, and then threw it to him.

"It's yours now."

"Thank you officer, you're such a nice guy."

Reaching out to take the hamburger thrown by the police detective, the homeless man couldn't wait to take a bite, and said while chewing.

"Next, if there is anything else I need to ask, I will come to you again, so don't run away for me."

"No, sir. I'm not far from here. You only need to drive around the street to see me."

Gobbling the burger, the homeless man answered in a muffled voice.

……

"How about it?"

Finishing his questioning of the homeless man at the scene of the first crime, the detective frowns his way through the cordon.

"Not much to gain, just a bum who stumbles upon the dead."

Shaking his head, the detective told his colleagues the results of his investigation and asked at the same time.

"Have you found the identity of the victim?"

"By comparing the driver's license on the deceased, his identity has been confirmed. Harvey Cruise, an idle guy, used to work in an auto repair shop, but that was a few months ago."

"He has been in a few times because of alcoholism and violent attacks on others, and the last time he came out was just three days ago."

"A guy with a clean record."

Turning his head and glanced at Harvey's body, the detective had several preliminary judgments for this death case.

"Or you can investigate to see who the other party has offended?"

Generally, most of these street death cases come from vendettas, especially the deceased Harvey Cruise himself had a criminal record.

"If so, it's easy."

Facing the detective's speculation, the colleague shook his head, and at the same time turned his eyes slightly to the assistant forensic doctor.

Following the eyes of his colleagues, the police detective also looked at him.

"The state of the deceased... is very, um... weird."

Facing the gaze cast by the police detective, the assistant forensic doctor looked at the corpse lying on the ground and made a strange description.

"eccentric?"

Hearing the assistant forensic doctor's description of the deceased, the police detective couldn't help showing a somewhat surprised expression on his face.

He had participated in many cases, but this was the first time he heard an assistant forensic doctor describe a person's state of death in a strange way.

"Specifically, you will understand at a glance."

The assistant forensic doctor also seemed to understand that a simple description could not make the police detective understand his own description, so he looked down at the deceased on the ground, and the police detective immediately squatted down under the other's gesture.

"This is?"

His eyes fell on Harvey Cruise's face, and the detective finally understood why the forensic doctor used weird to describe the other's state of death.

With a big mouth, Harvey Cruise's face looks like he's opening his mouth for a big laugh.

"A dead man with a smile?"

It was hard for the police detectives to imagine the circumstances under which Harvey Cruise would die with a laugh.

"Other than the expression on the face, I didn't find any obvious wounds on the deceased's body. There were neither gunshot wounds nor impacts on his body, and there were no signs of poisoning on his body. It can be said that there were no weird signs other than a smile. place." Looking at the corpse on the ground, the assistant forensic doctor also had a puzzled expression on his face.

　Thanks to the crazy man for the 500 starting point reward.

　　
　
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