The surveillance screen is exactly the same as what the agent on duty said.

There was no one in the middle of the night, and the dark road was empty, and then a white figure slowly walked over.

The agent on duty came out to look around and scolded him.

The man was indifferent and then "drifted" down. The agent on duty approached and ran back to the bureau in fright.

The whole process was very simple, and I didn't even see the murderer's figure.

A colleague from the technical department brought back a large tank of "corpses", but found nothing.

Any biological characteristics such as bleeding type or fingerprint cannot be detected, but they have any appearance, but they are deformed.

Fortunately, there was a high-definition night vision probe at the door of the Investigation Bureau. After zooming in, I recognized the true face of the deceased.

The results were found in the database soon.

Zhang Nan, 38 years old, is the owner of a breakfast stall. He sets up stalls in the early morning and often sells breakfast on Zhongnan Street, not far from the Investigation Bureau.

He is another ordinary person at the bottom and has nothing to do with the supernatural world.

If it is really a professional killer, no one wants to understand what the purpose of the main messenger behind the scenes is?

Everyone then rushed to Zhongnan Road, where the deceased's breakfast stall was still there, and he took off his clothes here and placed them neatly on the ground.

If you are not sure that he is an ordinary person who is melted by superpowers, you can easily mistakenly think that he committed suicide.

But the question is, can this melting superpower still control people's mind? How did the murderer make him take off his clothes and slowly walk to the door of the Investigation Bureau?

Breakfast stalls usually set up very early, and you need to set up a fire in advance and prepare ingredients.

The deceased's dining car was fully prepared, and the stove had just been growing. It seemed that it was a normal stall, but I didn't know what happened later.

When I went to the deceased's house, in a dilapidated house in a shanty town, the house emitted a strong smell of herbs. There were several jars for boiling medicine, which should be in poor health.

In the early morning, I smashed the doors of my neighbors to gain a preliminary understanding of the social relations of the deceased.

The deceased is another single person living alone. He has an older sister in another place and has no other family in Yaozhou.

Although there are no definite clues yet, everyone has long been unconsciously associated with the spontaneous combustion case.

If these victims have anything in common, poverty and living alone are one characteristic.

But this common point can no longer be dug out.

If poverty and downturn are a sin, then most people will not escape this crime.

Under the arrangement of Director Pan, four law enforcement teams were dispatched together. The director did not lose his temper this time, but his hair was even more bald.

Everyone started to move, and Bai Mo was not idle either. He was not familiar with other methods of handling cases, so he could only continue his thoughts last time.

After doing psychological construction for a long time, I mustered up the courage to come to the technical department. Last time it was a charred corpse, and this time it was even more outrageous.

The fire thief used such a flamboyant killing technique that caused him to trigger an overload reaction, which made Bai Mo find clues, and hoped that he would be so lucky this time.

But Bai Mo couldn't figure it out. If a perverted murderer could understand it by using such intense means, it would be a bit puzzling to do a profession.

Normally, professional killers should use the most labor-saving and concealing method unless...

It is a special request from the employer, and it is the kind that needs to be added.

The young lady from the technical department did not object to Bai Mo's request. This time the body was in a glass jar, and Bai Mo could not spit it on the body no matter how hard he vomited it.

In this way, Bai Mo met a square person for the first time because the glass jar was square.

Although it was transferred from the ground to the tank, the body was still intact, with eyes, ears, mouth and nose, close to the glass tank, as if staring at Bai Mo, but the entire face had spread to the size of the entire glass tank.

"Oh, Xiaobai has made progress, he didn't vomit this time?" The young lady from the technical department looked at Bai Mo in surprise.

“Can you open the lid?”

The young lady from the technical department was startled: "You want to touch this too?"

Bai Mo nodded with difficulty.

The young lady from the technical department frowned and lifted the lid, and the room was immediately filled with a strange smell.

Bai Mo learned to be smart this time and put on gloves in advance. Anyway, the existence of gloves does not affect his spiritual energy.

Even so, he still felt disgusted after he started, and quickly held his mind and released a stream of spiritual energy.

This time, there was no need to wander carefully to search. The spiritual medicine energy seemed to have entered an empty glass tank, and soon searched back and forth.

Without organs, tissues, and blood, it is like a pool of water, nothing is found, let alone any supernatural powers remain.

This road is not open!

Bai Mo was not lucky for the second time.

This move played a key role last time.

Now Bai Mo has no choice but to do anything. He is an "honor" agent. Unlike Shu Ran, Zhan Yi and others, he is a professional. Most of the routines of investigating cases are heard when his colleagues chat.

He had read those files, but even Shu Ran and the others found nothing, so what could they find from it?

The only one who can rely on is Uncle Wang. Although he now knows that Uncle Wang is actually a bit unreliable, he must be much more reliable than him.

"Uncle Wang!"

"Why are you here?" Uncle Wang stopped reading the newspaper this time, as if he was waiting for Bai Mo.

There is an extra whiteboard in the office, full of words.

"Uncle Wang, what is this?"

"Case clues and information, are you waiting for a case analysis meeting."

Uncle Wang was commended. This time he became much more active, and he was even half a step ahead of Bai Mo. He seemed to want to take the opportunity to raise the cube half before retirement.

"Uncle Wang, can we both do it?"

"Why can't it be? Uncle Wang, I am an old agent. When I was handling the case, the little kids in the law enforcement team don't know where to drink milk. Our alliance will definitely be able to slap them in the face."

Uncle Wang was dancing with a gaze, as if he was more urgent than Bai Mo.

"But... this time I didn't find any residual powers, and the path of simulated overload reactions cannot be done."

"It doesn't matter. Just treat it as Uncle Wang, who teaches you how to investigate the case. Anyway, we are not as stressful as Zhan Yi and the others. It is normal not to find out, but finding out any useful clue is a surprise."

Bai Mo thought about this, indeed.

"How to investigate cases?"

"Of course, we should first check the motive for the murder."

"If the murderer was killed by a professional, wouldn't he be charged for money?"

Uncle Wang shook his head proudly, as if he had recovered the glory and glory that he had been on the front line back then.

"Is it a professional killer now or it's just a guess? The first iron rule for investigating cases is to not have any solidified thinking."

"Huh? Uncle Wang, didn't you say last time that the first iron rule for investigating the case is to attach importance to the scene?"

Uncle Wang was stunned and rushed over.

"Ticketed first! Ticketed first, no order."
Chapter completed!