Clarice shrugged: "It's actually very simple. A white paint was secretly applied to your accomplice's clothes!

Three of them also left obvious fingerprints on their bodies, but the application was too severe and the fingerprints could not be extracted at all. Obviously, the other party had very superb anti-reconnaissance ability.

Comparing the pigments you used when you transform the walls, the police can easily tell them out!"

Doug sighed: "It seems that John must have done it!"

Thumb...

A knock on the door sounded, and a man pushed open the door of the interrogation room.

The person who came was a handsome young police officer. The man looked at Claris with a lust and said, "Miss Claris, I'm sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you.

That's it, we just received the news and John found it!"

Clarice heard this: "Where is he now?"

"After fingerprint comparison and verification of citizens' personal information, he was in the morgue, and the murdered hostage was John himself!"

"What!"

Clarice, Doug's eyes widened and said in unison, and their heads buzzed for a moment!

Clarice, his eyes wandered and his mouth whispered: "In other words, John died on behalf of the hostages?!!

This...this...this is illogical!

According to the confession of another criminal who killed the hostage, he saw John fall off his mask in the bathroom and committing crimes against the hostages!

How could he die for someone else temporarily? Could it be that he wants to commit suicide? He is tired of living?"

"This is also what we are confused about." The police officer shrugged: "We also doubt whether it was the hostage! We just screened all hostage information again, and there was no abnormality!

First of all, it is impossible for a family of five from Asia. John has blue eyes and different races.

The background of all the white hostages was investigated and the background was clean.

That's all, Miss Clarice, you should care about your case. By the way, do you have time to have dinner with me tomorrow?"

"Uh...sorry, I have something to do tomorrow!" Clarice politely refused.

Upon hearing this, the young police officer couldn't help but sigh and nodded: "Okay, that's a pity."

Then the man left the interrogation room, and Clarice looked at Doug: "The problem should be with the hostage. I always feel that there is not a simple hostage.

It’s a pity that you let the hostages wear the same clothes and masks, and no one knows what the person you were going to kill looked like!”

"Maybe this is called self-binding!" Doug sighed.

"Okay, the case you committed in Canada is here first. I have to hurry back to the United States to visit an ogre, or say that the stolen goods are..."

Before Clarice finished speaking, Doug's eyes shone and he was shocked: "What you said...

Could it be... a guy who is locked in a dungeon of a mental hospital and called the King of Sin?

He was originally a psychology professor, right?!”

Clarice frowned: "Do you know that person?"

"In my opinion, he is the most perfect incarnation of art and violence, and an incredible evil god on earth!" Doug's eyes flashed with a slow madness, and then said: "In this way, if you bring him the information of this case, maybe he will find the real answer!

Such a strange case, I believe it will definitely make him interested. Perhaps only he can find the real initiator!

What a pity, I don’t know if he will go to find the mysterious person who broke the deadlock in person!”

"I think he has no chance. That person will never leave the dungeon in the mental hospital in his life. Let's talk about the stolen goods you have hidden..."

"As long as you bring him the information about this case, and when he infers the true nature of the matter, in exchange, I will tell you where the stolen goods are!

Otherwise..." Doug shook his head when he said this, and looked at Clarice silently, stopping his words!

Clarice was silent for a moment, and then persuaded him, but Doug stopped making any sound, like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture. In the end, the woman had no choice but to agree: "Okay...

I will bring the information to that person, but even he can't infer the result..."

"I will still tell you where the stolen goods are!" Doug smiled.

A week later, on weekends, in the villa of Dong Yi’s home in BMW Mountain, Hong Kong Island!

Azhen frowned: "Brother, what you said is true. The robber asked you to go out, really just to help you move things?"

“Yes, let me be a free porter, so I didn’t tell you specifically before the police asked, don’t tell me about me being taken out!

Otherwise, a association will never be able to escape, and maybe even have to go to prison!"

Azhen sat on the sofa and nodded: "Anyway, those ghost guys don't know who is who. By the way, brother, what are you going to spend the two million that Dad gave you?"

Dong Yi immediately said: "Come here!"

He said that, he took Azhen out of the door and came to the garage of the courtyard at home, asking Azhen to wait outside the garage for a while. Then, a roar suddenly came from the garage.

Dong Yi rode his latest mount and slowly drove out.

Azhen couldn't help but lit up, and she saw that under Dong Yi's seat was a motorcycle with great visual impact.

The texture of metal, smooth lines, electroplating and black paint all conform to a man's imagination of power and free objectification in his dream.

The handlebars raised high, the exaggerated fish tail exhaust, and the dazzling headlights combined with the overall gangster style feel, which is absolutely arrogant!

Dong Yi twisted the motorcycle accelerator, with a huge roar, like a wild beast roaring, restless and domineering!

This is Harley Motorcycle. What you want is exaggeration and attention. Dong Yi has been jealous for a long time!

"How is this car is strong enough!" Dong Yi's mouth raised.

Azhen looked at Dong Yi riding Harley, with Dong Yi's firm and handsome face, and suddenly felt delicious in her heart.

He pouted and was dissatisfied: "Dad is just partial. When will I have the money to buy what I want to buy?"

"Didn't my dad say that when you graduate from college, you will be given some money to do what you want!

By the way, you can drive my Benz. When you are eighteen next year, you will take the driver's license exam, it will be yours!"

Azhen curled her lips: "Forget it, let's do it like this first. When I graduate from college, I must buy my own car!

But brother, why don’t you ride a motorcycle? I heard that motorcycles are called meat-wrapped iron, which is very dangerous!”

"Superficial! As a man, there is only one most important word, that is - harsh!!!

What kind of meat bags don’t have iron bags? You don’t understand. This is our men’s romance!”

Then Dong Yi said, "Okay, I have to go to Amin, make an appointment to watch a movie together, and tell my mother that I don't have to wait for me to come home in the evening!"

Then Dong Yi had no choice but to say anything, twisted the accelerator, drove out of the yard with his Harley, and left!

Azhen frowned and was displeased: "I didn't even sit down, I'm so mean to be more beautiful than girls! Be careful to fall to death!"

He snorted coldly and returned to the villa!

The next day, Dong Yi rode his latest mount toward the West District Police Station.

Along the way, there is only one word to describe Dong Yi’s entire state - Zhaoyao!

When he arrived at the police station, Dong Yi walked towards the office of his murder team, but saw someone waiting in his office for a long time!

The person who came was partial, his eyes were firm, and his mouth was naturally raised, giving people a rare sense of intimacy.

When Dong Yi saw the visitor, he was surprised: "Li Ying? Why did you come to the West District Police Station!"

Li Ying laughed: "Isn't this being sent to the West District Crime Team to serve as a service? I haven't seen you for a while, Mr. Dong!"

Dong Yi waved his hand: "What Mr. Dong, someone else is calling me, don't you know how much I have to pay?"

As he said that, he took out a cigarette and handed it to Li Ying. Li Ying took the cigarette and Dong Yi lit it for him. The two old cigarette guns began to suck the clouds and spit out mist.

The two sat in the office seat and chatted. Dong Yi looked at the person in front of him and said, "No wonder I heard from the people from the Crime Team some time ago that a fierce police officer would be transferred to the West District Police Station. After a long time, it turned out that it was you!

By the way, thank you for the last time when Kowloon City Village!"

"Where? Last time you went to Kowloon City alone to save people, I was just helping me. How did you hear that your family had just returned from a trip to Canada, and how did you feel?"

Dong Yi sighed when he heard this: "I'm so unlucky. It's either a hijacking or a robbery along the way. Don't mention it, a good holiday is ruined!"
Chapter completed!