Although the dormitory building is old, the basic lighting facilities are still functioning.
As soon as the four of them stepped into the corridor, the dim sensor light came on.
This kind of warm light did not bring any sense of security to everyone, but instead added a terrifying filter.
It seemed that the next moment, a group of monsters covered in bandages would rush out from both sides of the corridor, with yellow-brown liquid hanging from their fingertips.
The dormitory building is silent and there are few residents. No matter how beautiful things are without life, they will look very scary, let alone this dilapidated dormitory building that is already like the underworld.
According to the scene in the flashback, Jin Ping'an arrived at the door of the tattooed man's house.
The ajar door gave him an ominous premonition.
Wu Ke held up the pistol, turned on the weapon flashlight and gently pushed the door open.
In the dark holiday, a figure lying on the floor with no idea of life or death.
Wu Ke stepped forward cautiously and put his hand on his neck.
"Still alive." Wu Ke turned around and said.
Hearing this, Jin Pingan breathed a sigh of relief.
The other two team members pressed the light switch, and in an instant, the entire room was filled with incandescent light, as bright as day.
The sudden bright light made Jin Ping'an feel uncomfortable. He squinted his eyes to observe the room, but what he saw through the gap made him slowly widen his eyes.
The living room at this time was completely different from when he looked back.
Even though the room looked sloppy when I looked back, everything was placed where it should be.
But now the room is in a mess.
The desk fell over, two bench legs fell off, clothes were thrown all over the floor, and most importantly, there was blood on the tattooed man's forehead.
Jin Pingan quickly asked: "Is he okay?"
"It's just a broken skin on the top of my head, not a fatal injury...Hey, wake up."
Wu Ke turned the tattooed man over and slapped him twice in the face, but there was no reaction from him.
The two team members who were pulled over to count picked up a plate of medicine: "Team Wu, take a look at this."
Before Wu Ke could identify it, Jin Pingan could tell what it was.
Bought triazolam from a drug dealer.
Think of the methods the courier used against tattoo shop owners and drug dealers just now.
Jin Ping'an subconsciously looked at the tattooed man's fingers.
Sure enough, the five fingers on his left hand were like swaying kelp, all twisted to a disgusting point.
"The deceased... Bah, the victim should have been tortured before he fell into coma."
Wu Ke observed the tattooed man's mouth and saw drug residue in his teeth: "He won't wake up for a while, so take him back and lock him up first. Remember to do a check before locking him up to see if there are any
internal injury."
Wu Ke stood up and clapped his hands, taking a look at the illegal drugs found by his men.
"Triazolam, sevoflurane, ketamine, if you have these things, it won't be a problem to detain him for ten days."
Hearing Wu Ke's words, Jin Pingan was completely relieved: "Thank you, Uncle Wu."
"Uncle Wu, how big are you! I've just turned thirty!"
Wu Ke slapped Jin Ping'an hard on the back: "It's getting late, shall I take you home?"
Jin Ping'an was so slapped by Wu Ke that he coughed. He said intermittently: "Cough, cough, no, cough... I'll just go to the anti-narcotics team's lounge for one night. Lao Tian will come over tomorrow too, so I won't have to make an extra trip."
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"How about going to the dormitory?" Wu Ke suggested.
Jin Ping'an recalled the last time he visited the anti-narcotics team dormitory, where there were men with burly bodies on both sides.
"…Forget it."
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At 10:30 the next morning, the criminal police team.
Tian Hao parked his car in the parking lot of the criminal police team and pushed in the door with the documents and reports.
"Old Tian, why are you back so soon?"
The colleagues at the front desk were a little surprised to see Tian Hao.
You must know that he was transferred to another area for a business trip not long ago, and it has not even been a week since he left.
"The case over there has been solved. The local police had already completed the investigation, so they hurriedly transferred me to finish it."
Tian Hao put down his document bag, clocked in at the front desk, and chatted for a while to learn about the recent trends of the criminal police team.
"How's the team doing lately?"
"What can we do? It's the same as before. A group of people are going around with the report from the technical department, but there is still no progress in the case."
The detective sitting at the desk looked at Lao Tian and hesitated for a while: "Also, that guy Jin Ping'an has gone somewhere recently and hasn't been seen for several days."
Tian Hao asked tentatively: "He is still investigating the disappearance case?"
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 fool around with him."
Tian Hao did not respond.
Just as the two of them fell into a dazed silence, Liu Yuan, the deputy captain of the criminal police team, led a middle-aged and elderly man in his sixties over. Behind the two of them, there was also a man dressed as a bodyguard.
"Tian Hao? How did you..." Liu Yuan looked surprised when he saw Tian Hao again.
"The case over there is over. As a foreign aid, I can't get involved in the finishing work, so I'm coming back first."
Tian Hao first explained the reason for his return, then looked at the old man and asked, "I wonder who this is?"
"This is Mr. Hu Yingshao, the vice president of the Qianhua City Calligraphy Association. He is also Captain Shi's calligraphy teacher."
Liu Yuan turned sideways and faced Hu Yingshao: "Mr. Hu, he is Tian Hao, the ace detective of our Qianhua Criminal Police Detachment, as mentioned before."
"Don't always be Mr. Hu, just call me Mr. Hu."
Hu Yingshao waved his hands with a straight face, and when facing Tian Hao, a kind smile appeared on his face: "I have often heard Hong Fang mention you, and now I see that you are indeed a talented person!
In ancient times, you must have been the kind of capable person who could bring peace to the world with his pen and write, but would immediately do something if he was incompetent."
"That's ridiculous."
Tian Hao didn't know why this old gentleman was so enthusiastic. Seeing him was like seeing his long-lost grandson.
Hu Yingshao held Tian Hao's right hand with both hands, shook him and looked at the wall of the hall. Suddenly his eyes lit up: "Xiao Wang, bring me my pen!"
Xiao Wang, who was dressed like a bodyguard behind him, immediately took out the wooden box containing the pen and rice paper from his bag.
Hu Yingshao pressed the button on the brush, and soon the tip of the brush was soaked with ink.
With a wave of his hand, he left four big characters on the rice paper: virtuous and upright!
After finishing writing, he took out his seal and stamped it in the lower left corner.
"The old man didn't bring any greeting gifts. The only thing he can bring is this handwriting. I hope you won't dislike it."
"Why are you standing there in a daze? Why don't you thank Mr. Hu quickly?"
Liu Yuan said very exaggeratedly: "I begged the old man for a year and two months before he was willing to give me a piece of writing. When I got home, I framed it quickly. Do you hear it?"
Seeing this, Tian Hao had no choice but to accept the words: "Thank you... Mr. Hu."
Hu Yingshao pretended to be angry and said: "You do hold a grudge. You begged me no matter how long you begged me. You still remember it clearly."
Liu Yuan rubbed his hands and smiled: "Hey, doesn't this make it seem like your words are worth a fortune?"