C17 (1/2)

Leaving Fu Lian's residence, Xiao He clenched his hands tightly.

He didn't think he guessed wrong.

He could already feel the killer's aura from Fu Lian's face. Even Ning Ruonan behind him could clearly feel Xiao He's confidence.

For example, she actually knew about Lu Xiaoshan's death.

Buying a murderer?

Back at the police station, Xiao He asked Jiang Han if he had found out anything about Fu Lian's movements in Chicago. Jiang Han said Fu Lian was indeed in Chicago before Tan Wenshi's accident, but Fu Lian had a young man named Fu Yu with him in the country.

”We've already found him. We're preparing to contact him tomorrow. He lives in Nanyang District's 301, but right now this kid should be in a bar. ” Jiang Han said with a spittle, ”This brat is very slippery. Several times, our people were thrown off by him.”

”Let's go!”

Xiao He got into the police car. Jiang Han also followed him and hesitated for a moment before saying, ”Should we go directly into the bar to capture him or wait for him to come out before making a move? The bar has a license. It might not be good for us to go in there directly.”

Ning Ruonan coldly snorted, ”How dare they let these hoodlums into this bar, if you have the ability then call the police!”

Xiao He sighed, ”The purpose behind this matter has already changed. Let's hurry up.”

Two in the morning.

Xiao He rushed to the scene of Dong Ping's death. He died in an old house in the suburbs. The roof leaked water. Dong Ping fell on the ground, and around him, a long pool of blood flowed into a small ditch more than ten meters away. The midnight rain did not stop, and by the time Xiao He arrived at the scene, he had already been drenched by the torrential downpour.

The forensic doctor saw Xiao He and frowned, saying with a serious expression, ”The victim died at 11 o'clock at night. His head was hit violently, and there were traces of being bound, and his stomach was cut open from his stomach all the way to his lower abdomen. There was no suture this time, and there was residual powder. Thus, when he died, the blood in his abdomen was concentrated in a purple color. However, the rain was too heavy and did not leave behind any useful evidence.

He pulled on his gloves and fiddled with the body. Dong Ping's body wasn't tall. At first glance, he looked skinny, but the impact on his head was too obvious. It was the wound left by Tie Chui's big and heavy blunt weapon.

Ning Ruonan turned her head with a pale face, compared to the abdomen of the dead, the injuries on her head were even more frightening.

The assassin became even more cruel!

Everyone who saw this scene had an extremely unsightly expression on their faces.

The next day, Jiang Han's phone call woke Xiao He, who was sweating profusely on the bed, and made him jump out of bed. In front of the mirror he was paler than he had been the day before. Since three years ago, he had been able to sense the existence of the clown from time to time, and in recent days, that feeling had grown even more intense. It was as if he was right beside him, controlling his daily work, the places he walked through, even knowing what he ate, what he did, and what he thought!

Xiao He sometimes wondered who the clown was and why he knew more about himself than he did.

”What's wrong?” Xiao He asked weakly while holding the phone.

”Xiao He, we caught Fu Yu. Who knows where this grandson found out we were going to catch him. He ran away in the middle of the night.” Fortunately, we were prepared to catch him on the train. This fellow is truly talented, he actually drew a woman's costume. ”If it wasn't for the surrounding people reporting this person as abnormal, we would have already failed.”