Marvel, who rescued him? !

It's 6 o'clock in the morning in New York. A night of heavy rain has cast a hint of coldness on the city.

The rainwater slid down the top of the umbrella and fell to the ground. George held a cup of hot coffee in his hand, passed through the cordon from below, and frowned at the body at the entrance to the alley.

"It's such a miserable death, isn't it?"

A voice came from beside him, and without turning around, he knew that the person coming was his old partner with a big belly and a round figure.

George's dark blue police uniform was partially soaked by the rain, and he sipped hot coffee to relieve physical fatigue.

He nodded, squatted down, and looked at Olari's face, whose eyes were filled with fear, and whose mouth had been cut to the base of his ears.

"This wound should have been opened while he was still alive."

Harry shook his belly, put down the ruler with some difficulty, took a photo, and began to share the story of the corpse.

"This morning, it was a homeless man who called the police. I guess the homeless man was so frightened that he didn't even dare to dig through his body and belongings. Now it's impossible to find the first caller... …”

After taking a few deep breaths, he patted the raincoat on his body, rubbed his three rough chins, stood up and began to sigh:

"This must hurt..."

George raised his brows, his heart moved slightly, and he observed the surrounding buildings, then stretched out his hand to call a police officer and ordered them to start visiting.

There is a high probability that this is the first scene of the crime. If there were people at that time, they would definitely hear or see something.

A night of heavy rain washed away most of the evidence, including the blood flowing from the corpse. Olari lay in the cold rain, his expression frozen at the moment of most fear and despair.

There was a penetrating wound on the hand of the corpse stretched forward. The clothes on the body were torn, and the skin turned white and lost its color.

He had seen countless cruel scenes, and now seeing Olari's face, George couldn't help but frown.

The forensic doctor came forward and turned over the body. In addition to the two wounds on the face and hands, the deceased's belly was also scratched with a long smiling face, but this would not make him die immediately. The deceased most likely died of excessive blood loss. of.

He looked past the corpses on the ground and towards the depths of the alley where blood was sparse.

He reached out and patted Harry and said, "Come on, follow me in and take a look."

"Hey~"

Harry sighed and followed helplessly.

As expected, the attack on the body did not kill it in the first place. The deceased used the will to survive to crawl all the way from the depths of the alley to the street corner, and then closed his eyes in despair. The murderer and the deceased Have a grudge? This is also a direction of investigation.

A police officer followed and reported.

"Detective George, we have searched the scene and did not find the murder weapon."

"Then expand the search scope."

George frowned, and seemed to see Olari crawling forward dragging his intestines, while another vague figure stood in the corner and watched him quietly.

Wailing in pain, calling for help weakly, eyes blurred by blood, and then drowning forever in the deep pool of despair before hope came.

Walking further, I found the same pierced mobile phone at the corner at the end of the alley.

"Evidence bag."

He took the evidence bag and picked up the broken mobile phone.

Harry sighed on the side: "Those guys in the technical department are very busy, and I bet they are all doing useless work in the end."

George glanced at the puncture on the phone. The murder weapon didn't look like a regular knife.

Looking at the surrounding environment, George's heart sank to the bottom.

This was less like a crime of passion and more like a premeditated, targeted murder.

Moreover, according to his experience, this kind of criminal will never stop here.

Another little panicked police officer ran up and reported in a trembling voice: "Detective George, another body was found four streets away."

"Oh~?"

Is it really a serial murder case?

……

In the afternoon, the blackboard in George’s office was filled with relevant information.

Just last night, four people were killed. Each person's mouth was cut to the base of his ear, and there were wounds of varying depths on his body.

And without exception, they are all gangsters, jobless vagrants who wait for opportunities at night and commit crimes at night.

With the unopened e-cigarette in his mouth, George closed his eyes and thought.

"It's really a serial murder case... There really is no peace in Queens for a day!"

Holding several documents, Harry walked in with a dark face and threw them on the table.

"Don't look at it, it's all useless. The dead are all scum with numerous criminal records, and they don't belong to the same gang. It's basically not a gang vendetta."

Although the forensic identification results have not yet come out, it can be determined from the smiling faces on each corpse that the murderer is the same person.

"Fake!"

Harry, who had just picked up the phone, cursed secretly again. Although the police had not made any progress, the news reporters were like dogs that smelled bones, biting them. Fake news was flying all over the sky, and even gave the murderer a "crack" person" nickname.

"He will definitely commit another crime!"

George frowned and continued his analysis.

"The targets of serial killers are actually women, mainly prostitutes and homeless people. Because they are thin and weak, they generally have no ability to resist attacks, and no one cares about them when they disappear."

Look at the crime scene in the photo.

"This man is different. His targets are all strong street gangsters... Facing an attack, he will never be captured without mercy, but they are all reduced to corpses."

"I have never found a similar case before. The four murders yesterday...were they the beginning of a plan?"

Harry felt that his scalp was itching, and he was about to grow a brain.

This kind of murder case is not often encountered. What we often encounter are gun battles after the murderer is identified. And when he raises the gun, he uses an American-style Iai move to pile up bullets to solve the crime.

Brain on overdrive, Harry tried to join George's analysis.

"The murderer is a...two-meter-tall, strong black man. Yesterday, on a hungry night, he drove out of a black pickup truck, searched for targets on the street, and then cut their mouths to his size. "

George:…

His mind went blank for a moment, and he turned around and looked at Harry with a strange look.

With a dry cough, Harry waved his hands and said, "Don't look at me like that, George, you know me. I don't have any special hobbies. I just made a reasonable analysis based on clues."

George shook his head. His thoughts were completely disrupted. He tried his best to retrieve them and continue his analysis.

"So why did the murderer cut their mouths to his size?"

"Gluck cluck cluck..."

Sitting on the chair, Harry laughed like a drake, and the fat all over his body trembled.

The smile faded, and George said seriously: "No kidding, the distance between the several scenes is not far, the murderer probably did not use transportation, and Olari is the farthest one from them, he should be the first victim... …”