The heavy rain continued to fall, and the big man suddenly felt a little cold. He stared at his colleagues in shock and asked:
"Shotgun, that tough street lone ranger, the one who always embarrasses our Bureau of Investigation?"
The woman in red nodded expressionlessly, feeling sad for the shotgun man's death, "That's right."
"...This is really a big deal." The big man looked at the dead man leaning against the garbage pile, and it turned out that he looked very similar to the shotgun man in his impression.
In fact, none of them had ever seen the Shotgun Man with their own eyes before. They had seen this legendary figure through videos, photos, old archives and other media.
In their circle, the Shotgun Man was once a very popular street lone ranger, but then he gradually faded away and faded out of people's sight, and finally disappeared.
The reason why Shotgun became obsolete is because one day he became obsessed with it. He did nothing but track down a serial murderer who may or may not exist every day - Jack the Ripper.
At the beginning, everyone was still interested in this unsolved case, but gradually, as the shotgun man investigated for a long time without any results, he became extremely persistent and made all kinds of weird words and deeds.
Whether in the Bureau of Investigation or on the street, no one believes that Jack the Ripper is real, no one thinks that the hunt for Shotgun Man is meaningful, and everyone thinks that Shotgun Man is crazy.
Now, the shotgun man appears in Dongzhou, dead.
"Jack the Ripper, it's not a big deal." The big man looked at the contents in the notepad, scratched his head, and suddenly remembered something, "Where's the shotgun man's gun!?"
The big man suddenly scanned the broken mud around him, looking for traces of the shotgun.
But the woman in red had already carefully searched for it and sighed: "No, the shotgun is gone."
"It's terrible, it's terrible." The big man was stunned, his voice became hoarse, and he scratched his head in confusion.
The reason why the shotgun man is a shotgun man is precisely because of that shotgun. It is an extremely precious and dangerous weapon, and only the shotgun man himself knows all the secrets.
Even their investigation bureau has no idea about the gun.
But the power that that gun showed to the world has already made many people fear it.
Now that the gun is missing, who took it? The murderer? Or who?
"There are no signs of fighting here. The first scene of the crime was not here. The gunman should have been seriously injured and fled to this garbage dump."
The woman in red said, pointing to a nearby muddy ground, "But there are some footprints belonging to other people here, which are different from the caretaker's footprints."
The big guy heard this and quickly went up to check, and it was indeed true.
The heavy rain had almost completely destroyed the already hidden footprints, and there were only a few faint traces left in the soil, which could not be noticed without the eyesight of special agents like them.
"Someone else has been here, and that person may have taken the gun." The big man immediately looked at the people walking around, "Could it be that the murderer caught up and did it?"
"It's possible, maybe it's best that way," said the woman in red, "regardless of whether the murderer is Jack the Ripper or not."
"Why?" The big man was stunned.
"Because things are simpler." The woman in red said seriously, "These footprints are too flat. They were made in a slow-walking state with sufficient time. In that state, no experienced hand would leave any traces.
Footprints, would a murderer who could defeat a shotgun man make such a stupid mistake?"
She asked herself and answered, "Of course this possibility is also possible. Or the murderer was not careless, but intentional. This is a provocation."
"But do you know what my first feeling was when I saw these footprints?" She shrugged. "It looks like a passerby who ran into the scene without knowing how. He tried his best to hide himself, which is why he ended up like this."
"Passers-by? How is it possible..." the big man thought, the expression on his round and flat face full of flesh changed, and he understood, "It's really scary."
You can't be a rookie if you can take advantage of such a time difference and take the gun.
Look around, there was no panic damage at the scene, which shows that the person came prepared.
So, who came here after the legendary life-and-death showdown between the shotgun and the possible Jack the Ripper and took away the shotgun?
You know, regarding this case, the entire Dongzhou Branch was only a hindsight. Before they got out of the car, they never thought that the situation would be so serious.
Therefore, this person must have amazing abilities to exploit such a time difference and leave misleading evidence such as a passerby crashing into the scene.
Who is it, who can it be?
The big man and the young woman looked at each other, unable to say anything for a while.
"It's really the murderer who makes things simple." The big man muttered, "Good guy, the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole follows behind...ah, who the hell is that..."
"Whether it's the murderer, the oriole, or a passerby, let's not be arbitrary." The woman in red looked at the blurry black rain in the distance and said in deep thought: "This case has been upgraded. We have to report it immediately and ask the bureau to send more people.
Come here. Whoever has the gun needs to be found as soon as possible."
"Yes." The big man nodded heavily, "You have to control that gun quickly, otherwise once it gets out of control or is used for evil, you don't know what disaster it will cause."
The big guy took out his mobile phone and wanted to call the bureau to report the situation, but he sighed with emotion:
"With so few clues, we have to contact all parties for investigation, so this case cannot be kept secret. Once word spreads about the shotgun man's death, many people will come to join in the fun. We have to hurry up and get it done, otherwise the situation will only be
It becomes more difficult.”
Will a lot of people come, of course.
The woman in red looked at the terrifying corpse again. This was a shotgun man. He was once a figure with great influence on the department, major companies and the streets.
And that shotgun shrouded in fog cannot be valued only by their Special Investigation Bureau.
This time, Dongzhou is indeed going to be lively.
The night rain is still falling, the lights of police cars and police flashlights are erratic and distorted, and the mold everywhere in the garbage dump is withered and withered.
The woman in red looked around the desolate land, and the cold rain was wetting everyone's faces and clothes.
The black night sky was getting more and more cloudy, and she knew that a heavier rainstorm was about to fall, but the night was still very long, and their work had just begun.
…
The dark night sky was illuminated by lightning for a moment, and then the sound of thunder rumbled past, and the rain became heavier.
In the crowded urban village, outside the apartment building with moldy and black walls, Lei Yue walked out of the alley in the rain. He was already wet, but there seemed to be no rain on the crow feathers on his shoulders.
Before entering the apartment building, he looked back and saw a blur of darkness behind him, which the weak light could not illuminate.
There should be no one following behind...
Lei Yue thought about another thing.
There are a lot of surveillance cameras installed in the village, and he has an understanding of the distribution of surveillance cameras.
Although I deliberately took a detour on my way back from the garbage dump, I didn't pay attention to this when I followed the crow, and I wasn't sure whether it was captured by any camera.
But looking back now, the crow's flight path always allowed him to avoid surveillance, or in other words, it avoided all possible tracking of its whereabouts.
"Friends, we..."
Lei Yue looked at the solemn black bird on his shoulder. It didn't move all the way back, as if it didn't notice anything.
He was about to say something when suddenly, with a bang, the crow's sharp claws kicked hard. He suddenly felt that his left shoulder seemed to have collapsed, and he almost fell down again.
Black feathers flashed before my eyes, the sky above was covered by shadows, and the shadows quickly moved away.
"Hey!" Lei Yue looked up. There were dense lights and shadows falling from the sky. It was rain reflecting neon light, and crows were walking through the night rain.
But this time it was not like flying at low altitude before, but flying high into the sky, flying in one direction, and then blurred and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.
Lei Yue was speechless for a moment. Has it left, or is it continuing to lead the way, taking me to another place?
Where is there in that direction? He craned his neck and looked out, but he could only see piles of dilapidated buildings in urban villages and endless black rain.
What does the crow mean this time? Lei Yue stopped and thought for a while, then finally let out a sigh and muttered towards the distant rainy sky:
"You are just a mute. Even if I am a hyena, I still deserve a goodbye, right?"
He withdrew his gaze and could only not think too much about this elusive friend for the time being, because there was still a heavy thing in his arms.
Lei Yue tightened his windbreaker and tightened his heart as he walked into the ten-story apartment building and returned to his home on the eighth floor through the narrow staircase without surveillance cameras.
Bang, bang, the strong wind continued to blow against the glass window of the bedroom, and the splashed rainwater accumulated in a large puddle on the floor and was flowing towards the closet and bed.
Bang, he turned on the main light at the top of the room, and then closed the broken window, so that the noisy banging sound disappeared, leaving only the roar of a slight air leak.
Unable to wait to change his clothes and clean up the water on the floor, he just wiped the rain off his rotten face and took out the things in his arms.
A black and silver pistol divided into two halves, with a blood-red three concentric inverted triangle logo engraved in the middle of the right grip guard.
"What kind of gun is this?" Lei Yue murmured, sitting on the wooden chair next to the bedside table and turning the pistol around.