Chapter 1252 (1/2)

It was still raining hard outside, and I had no place to go, so I took out my money and handed it over.

”Wait a moment, we will win soon!” The network manager fixed his eyes on the computer, used both hands, and banged the keyboard.

He is playing the game, which is the most popular ”hero League” for young people nowadays, but I have already passed the age of obsessed with the game and have not played it.

”A group of pig teammates!”

After a long time, the network manager was very upset and clapped the keyboard, got up and ran to the bar to turn on the machine for me.

I don't think he is noisy, so I sit in the last corner and lean on the back of the chair.

To sum up, I haven't slept for two days and nights. I was just about to get close to the truth, and I was very excited. But as soon as it's quiet, it's too sleepy.

I was just about to fall asleep with my eyes closed. Suddenly I was awakened by a sound of pulling the chair.

I looked up and saw a strong man sitting next to me.

He was about forty years old. He was very big. He weighed more than two hundred jin. He had a big, shiny shaved head and a long scar on his face. He looked very fierce.

The gap between the computer and the chair is a little small. He is pulling the chair back. It seemed that I was looking at him, and suddenly I said, ”what are you looking at? Sleep in your sleep. ”

Said, a buttock sat down.

The chair rattled as if it had reached its upper limit.

I was too lazy to quarrel with him, and now I was sleepy. I closed my eyes and went to sleep again.

After a while, I was woken up again.

But this time, I was not woken up, but I was woken up by the stink - a strange stinky smell drilling straight into my nostrils, and I could not help but vomit.

I sat up abruptly, only to find that the strong man took off his shoes and socks, was buttoning his feet and staring at the screen.

”It's not your home. Can't you put on your shoes?” I am very discontented to say.

Strong man with headphones, the sound is very loud, did not hear at all.

I got up angrily, ready to pull off his headphones and scold him.

When I saw his screen, I was stunned!

The scene of the murder was shown on the screen, the camera was shaking all the time, and the angle of view was very strange. It seemed that it was secretly photographed:

the rusty rolling shutter door was full of blood, extending to the outside of the gate, surrounded by a lot of people, and several police were guarding outside the two warning lines.

The camera pushes forward and shuttles through the cracks of the crowd.

The door was in a mess, the drawers were all opened, and the contents were scattered all over the floor. Judging from the barber tools, hair care water and hair dye cream everywhere, this should be a barber shop.

In the pool of blood lies a young man, who is also guessing from his body shape, because his head has rolled out far away.

The camera shakes a few more times and tries to stretch forward. Obviously, the photographer wants to take a more detailed picture, but the police in front of him won't let him go any further. At last, they can only take so many pictures.

The video is short, about two or three minutes.