Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 250 Bastoli
The owner of a hotel in the wilderness hid weapons, which was against the rules but not new.

Who among the ordinary business travelers would stay here for a night for nothing? Desperadoes or people working in the gray industry are frequent visitors, so it is normal for them to be on guard.

Kougan didn't think much about it, he just felt that it was the right time to get this thing. He came in a hurry and left without bringing any convenient weapons. What else was he waiting for if he didn't take advantage of this opportunity?

He was quite happy. He put his things in his pocket and brought up some food from under the bar. He was ready to finish his meal and then hurry on his way.

It was past 8 o'clock when captain Ricky and Millie Tang slowly walked down the stairs.

Mr. Rich put on his strange human skin mask again, and snored his arms as he walked:
"Mi Li'er, was there a bed bug on my bed yesterday? How come it was bitten into a rotten peach?"

Liu Yonglu saw that his arms were covered with purple dents that looked like crescent moons. They did not look like they were caused by insect bites, but rather like they were caused by someone pinching them with their fingers.

"do not know."

Millie Tang was angry, and when she heard Liu Yonglu calling her a stink bug in a roundabout way, she became even angrier and turned her head away and ignored him.

"Mr. Bean, when do we leave?"

"We have something else to do before we leave."

Yesterday Jacob told him that he would reveal his identity to him in private, and Liu Yonglu hasn't forgotten it.

"Will it delay our plans in Novidon?" Kogan asked in a low voice.

"Why are you in such a hurry? We came out early, and the robbers who wanted to rob the escort haven't arrived yet."

Liu Yonglu called Kougan and Carol over and whispered to them what happened last night. Kougan was secretly envious, because Ricky was the captain. He didn't know where he came up with this idea, it was really smart.

So, did all the people who wanted to kill Nicholas gather at the Dry Well Inn?

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Hoss stood in the middle of the wheat field, looking at the bodies on the ground. In the morning, a nearby coachman reported that he had seen an empty carriage on the road, and he saw bloodstains along the carriage.

Hoss and his assistant followed the trail of blood into the wheat field and saw this tragic scene.

Hoss frowned. He had been to the battlefield when he was young, and even in the trenches his heart had never beaten so fast.

"Captain Hoss, I found a farmer nearby. Maybe she saw something."

The assistant was only in his 20s and had just joined the police station. He led a wrinkled-faced peasant woman through the wheat and approached the scene.

"Don't come over here, just stand there and I'll ask you a few questions."

The assistant lacks experience, and ordinary people cannot bear the scene in front of them. Even the assistant himself vomited all over the floor just now.

"Good morning, ma'am. Someone died in your wheat field. Did you see any suspicious people passing by yesterday?"

"A corpse? Oh, my God, that's horrible, Saint bless you."

The old woman shuddered, clenched her fists and prayed for a while. Hoss was not in a hurry and looked at the old woman quietly. He liked the style of this old-fashioned country woman, simple and honest.

"I, I thought about it. Yesterday I happened to be delivering a load of sheep dung on the main road, and I saw a man parked his car on the side of the road and taking a nap.

The man was very strange. He took down the carriage cover and just lay flat on the carriage, exposing his face to the sun.

The sun was blazing yesterday, but he just lay there, and at first I thought he was sick or in trouble.”

"how does he look like?"

"He was dressed very casually. He had black, medium-length hair. His eyes were closed, so I couldn't see the color of his eyes. Oh, and next to him was a huge metal box that was more than half a person's height."

"What time was it?"

"It was around 2 o'clock. When I got home, I told my oldest son that the guy looked like a giant sunflower."

"Okay, thank you. We will take care of the body."

After sending the old woman away, Hoss frowned. From the woman's description, he should be an outsider, or maybe he was in disguise.

Could he be a murderer? Hoss followed his assistant back to the body. He squatted down, put on rough leather gloves and carefully untangled the wire from the body. It was not an ordinary wire, there were raised barbs around it. Hoss really couldn't imagine where this thing would be used, the barbed wire in a prison or a mental hospital?
"Sir, what is the cause of death?"

The assistant covered his mouth and nose and bent down timidly to check.

Hoss said nothing. He used his hands to pry open the mouth of the corpse, and immediately a large stream of dark red dirty blood flowed out of the mouth. Hoss used both hands to force the fallen corpse to one side and found the tongue pressed under the body.

The assistant swallowed his saliva, and actually bit off his tongue? No, someone used great force to pry his mouth open and then slammed it shut, leaving his tongue exposed.

It’s just… most people wouldn’t stick out their tongue even if they were threatened.

"Look at this."

Hoss pointed to the half tongue on the ground.

"There's a hole on it. When I was a kid in the countryside, I saw a kind of hook that would hook the tongue of an animal directly out, and then..."

Hoss simulated the scene. The murderer first tied up the victim with thorny wire, then hooked out the victim's tongue with a hook, and finally used both hands to force his mouth shut.

But who has such great power to use such cruel means? Could it be the copper box man the old woman mentioned?
"Let's go, keep going forward and chase after them."

Hoss pinched his brows. In today's world, anything strange could happen. Fifty years ago, there was no Church of Wisdom, no strange inventions, and no factories of any size in Calder County.

Everything was so slow and peaceful, but I don't know when everything changed.

"Sir, do you think it has something to do with the Continental Expo?"

As Moses Sader's top priority, sheriffs from all over Calder County were mobilized to patrol to ensure the success of the expo.

Hoss really didn't like this kind of activity, as these evil lunatics were running rampant in his jurisdiction.

Why can't we do it in two years? After I retire, Hoss shook his head, led his horse and continued to chase down.

At this moment, in front of a candy shop in a small town, Bastoli was selecting maltose. The owner was a middle-aged man in his forties, who looked warily at the strange man with blue eyes and a copper box on his back. The town was not big, and usually those who came to buy candy were children he knew by name.

"Have you made your choice, sir? I'm almost ready for lunch."

The boss pointed at the sun above his head in a nonchalant manner.

"What time do you usually have lunch?"

"Half past eleven, sometimes twelve."

"What time is it now?"

The boss lowered his head and was about to look at his watch when a big hand suddenly covered his watch.

"So you didn't look at the watch, how did you know it was time for lunch?" Bastoli still had the same expression, blinking and smiling at the person who was talking to him.

"I see the sun is high up."

Bastoli looked up and said, "But you don't know whether it will be half past eleven."

The boss tried hard to break free from Bastoli's big hand, but was held tightly: "Then I won't eat. I can eat later today."

"Then why did you say you wanted to eat at 11:?"

At this moment, the boss's expression also became frozen. He found that the man in front of him was not only strange but also dangerous, even though he did not say anything impolite and did not hold a gun or dagger in his hand.

"Do you like to guess the time? Guess, is it before or after eleven-thirty?"

With his other hand, Bastoli pulled out a bronze pocket watch from his bosom. The watch chain was a string of thin iron wire with barbs.

Let’s continue updating. In a blink of an eye, half of October has passed. Time flies so fast. It feels like the scene when I opened the book a few months ago was just yesterday.

Tomorrow's update may be less depending on the situation. It depends on whether the cat has surgery tomorrow. If the conservative treatment is successful today, everything will be fine. Fatty, you money-eating beast, please spare me.

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(End of this chapter)