Although the dormitory building is old, the basic lighting facilities are still operational.

As soon as the four of them stepped into the corridor, the dim sensor light lit up.

This warm-colored light does not bring any sense of security to everyone, but instead adds a terrifying filter.

It seemed as if the next moment, a group of monsters covered in bandages and with yellowish-brown liquid lowered from their fingertips would rush out from both sides of the corridor.

The dormitory building is silent and has few residents. No matter how exquisite the things are in a lack of vitality, they will appear very terrifying, not to mention the dilapidated dormitory building that is already very underworld.

According to the scene in the backtracking, Kim Ping'an came to the door of the tattooed man's house.

The hidden door made him feel an ominous premonition.

Wu Ke held up his pistol, opened his weapon flashlight and gently pushed the door in.

During the dark holiday, a figure who was ignorant of life was lying on the floor.

Wu Ke walked forward carefully and placed his hand on his neck.

"Although still alive," Wu Ke said back.

Upon hearing this, Kim Ping An breathed a sigh of relief.

The other two team members pressed the switch of the light, and in an instant, the whole room was covered with the light of the incandescent lamps, as bright as daytime.

The sudden strong light made Kim Ping An uncomfortable. He narrowed his eyes and observed the room, but the scene he saw through the gap made him slowly widen his eyes.

The living room at this time is completely different from what he was looking back.

Although the room looked very sloppy when looking back, at least the things were placed in the position where they should be placed.

But now the room is in a mess.

The desk was poured down, two legs of the bench fell off, and the clothes were thrown all over the floor. The most important thing was that the tattooed man had blood on his forehead.

Kim Ping An asked quickly, "Is he okay?"

"It's just that the top of the head is a little skin, it's not a fatal injury... Hello, wake up."

Wu Ke turned the tattooed man in the face and slapped him twice in the face, but the other party did not respond at all.

The two players who were pulled over to make up the numbers picked up a medicine: "Captain Wu, look at this."

Before Wu Ke could identify it, Kim Ping'an could see what it was.

Triazolam bought from a drug dealer.

It reminds of the methods the messenger just used on tattoo shop owners and drug dealers.

Kim Ping'an subconsciously looked at the tattooed man's finger.

Sure enough, the five fingers on his left hand were all twisted to a disgusting level like swaying kelp.

"The deceased...bah, the victim should have been tortured before he fell into a coma."

Wu Ke observed the tattooed man's mouth and saw drug residues in his teeth: "He can't wake up for a while, so he will take the person back and lock him up first. Remember to check if there is any internal injury before closing."

Wu Ke stood up and clapped his hands, and took the illegal drugs found by his subordinates and took a look.

"Trizolam, sevoflurane, ketamine, if you have these things, it will be no problem to detain him for ten days."

Hearing Wu Ke’s words, Kim Ping An was completely relieved: “Thank you, Uncle Wu.”

"Uncle Wu, you are so tall! I'm just thirty years old!"

Wu Ke slapped Kim Ping'an hard on the back: "It's getting late, I'll take you home?"

Kim Ping'an was slapped by Wu Ke and coughed. He said intermittently: "Cough cough, no, cough... I'll go to the lounge of the drug control team to make do with one night. Lao Tian will come here tomorrow, so save yourself a little more."

"Why not go to the dormitory?" Wu Ke suggested.

Kim Ping An recalled the scene of a man covered in a man on his left and right when he visited the dormitory of the drug control team last time.

“…Forget it.”

…………

The next morning, the criminal police team.

Tian Hao parked his car in the parking lot of the criminal police team and walked in with a document report.

"Lao Tian, ​​why are you back so soon?"

The colleague at the front desk was a little surprised when he saw Tian Hao.

You should know that he was just transferred to other areas for business on business not long ago, and it has been less than a week since he left.

"The case over there has been resolved. The local police have already investigated it almost. I was transferred over in a hurry and caught up with the end."

Tian Hao put down his file bag, checked in at the front desk, and chatted for a while to learn about the recent movements of the criminal police team.

"How are you doing in the team recently?"

"What else can you do? Just the same thing. A group of people visited everywhere with reports from the technical department, but the case still did not make any progress."

The police officer on the stage looked at Lao Tian and hesitated for a while: "There is also the boy Kim Ping'an who has not been there recently, and he hasn't shown up for several days."

Tian Hao asked tentatively: "He is still investigating the disappearance?"

The detective at the front desk looked a little unnatural: "I guess so, but everyone is busy investigating the robbery and has no time to make trouble with him."

Tian Hao did not answer.

Just as the two were in a fascinated silence, Liu Yuan, deputy captain of the criminal police team, led a middle-aged and elderly man in his sixties to come over. Behind the two, there was a man dressed in a bodyguard.

"Tian Hao? Why are you..." Liu Yuan looked surprised when he saw Tian Hao again.

"The case over there is over. I, a foreign aid, cannot get involved in the final work, so I will come back first."

Tian Hao first explained the reason for coming back, then looked at the old man and asked, "I don't know who this person is?"

"This is the vice president of Qianhua Calligraphy Association, Mr. Hu Yingshao and Mr. Hu, and also the calligraphy teacher of our Captain Shi."

Liu Yuan turned his body to face Hu Yingshao: "Old Hu, he is the ace detective Tian Hao of our Qianhua Criminal Police Detachment."

"Don't always call me Mr. Hu."

Hu Yingshao waved his hand with a stern face, and when he looked at Tian Hao, he showed a kind smile on his face: "I often hear Hongfang mention you, but now I see that he is indeed a handsome talent!

In ancient times, you must be the kind of capable man who can write a pen to the world and cannot immediately settle the country."

"It's a pity."

Tian Hao didn't know why this old man was so enthusiastic. Seeing him was like seeing his grandson who had been separated for many years.

Hu Yingshao held Tian Hao's right hand with both hands, shook him and looked at the walls of the hall, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Xiao Wang, bring my pen!"

Xiao Wang, who looked like a bodyguard behind him, immediately took out the wooden box and rice paper that was holding a pen from his bag.

Hu Yingshao pressed the button on the brush, and soon the tip of the pen was soaked in ink.

He waved his hand and left four big words on the rice paper: Virtuous and upright!

After writing, he took out his seal and stamped it on the lower left corner.

"The old man didn't bring any greeting gifts. The only thing he could do was to show off was this. I hope you don't dislike him."

"Why are you standing there? Thank you Mr. Hu, why don't you?

Liu Yuan said exaggeratedly: "I begged the old man for a year and two months, and he was willing to give me a copy of his words. When he went back, he quickly framed it and heard it."

Seeing this, Tian Hao had to accept the word: "This... Thank you Mr. Hu."

Hu Yingshao pretended to be angry and said, "You are quite vengeful. You will remember it clearly for me for how long I have been begging me."
Chapter completed!