On the beach to the north of Renekton, de Gaulle was walking alone with his pocket in his pocket, blown by the sea breeze.
This section of the revetment is not within the scope of the dock area, and there are a few scavengers living here and there. Because it is where the city's sewage discharge outlet is located, few people are willing to set foot on this beach.
The reason why de Gaulle came here was because he searched for traces of Francis and found it all the way here.
A homeless man living nearby gave him a clue. The guy lived in a shack built on the sewage outlet, and he looked like a smelly salted fish.
According to this guy, he had seen a man who looked very similar to Francis not long ago. He saw the man get into a cement tunnel, but he never came out.
"That's a decent gentleman, how could he go to such a dirty place, full of rats..." Even this smelly homeless man despises those sewage pipes, which shows how abnormal this matter is.
De Gaulle handed the other party a cigarette to express his gratitude, then walked alone to the exit of the sewage sewer and stared into the dark "cave".
He started his investigation near Francis's house, and through the surrounding neighbors and observations along the way, he confirmed that Francis came here after escaping.
But why did the other party get into the sewer? Is there his "secret base" inside?
De Gaulle felt that this matter was not simple. He took out his handkerchief, poured some borrowed medicinal alcohol, covered his mouth and nose, tied it with a rope, then picked up a rotten wooden stick and poked into the dark tunnel.
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The urban construction of Renekton has learned some lessons from the urban construction of the Western Continent. From the beginning, the city's drainage facilities were designed to be relatively complete. This tunnel is regarded as the main sewage pipe. It is wide and high enough to reach the train, gathering people from all over the place.
Sewage comes from branch pipes.
However, the smell was really smelly. De Gaulle would rather smell the pungent smell of alcohol than smell these unknown liquids that collected all the filth.
He took out the sealed gas lamp he had prepared and shined the light in front of him. He put his other hand on his waist so that he could draw his gun at any time.
There are quite a few footprints at the entrance, which proves that homeless people will still hide in the tunnel when they are desperate, but the further inside, the fewer traces of people have walked, and in the end it is just mud.
The environment was so complicated that de Gaulle was not sure if there was anyone inside, and the light from the entrance behind him had long been thrown away by him.
After walking a few steps, De Gaulle found a boot on the ground. It was stuck in the mud and facing deep. It didn't look like it was washed out by water. Someone should have lost it here.
De Gaulle glanced at it, and through his precise judgment, he quickly saw that the height and build of the owner of the boots was very close to that of Francis in the photo.
"You are indeed hiding here!"
A sharp glint flashed in De Gaulle's eyes. He pulled out his pistol and leaned deeper against the damp wall. He soon discovered a branch road on the side.
There is a rusty iron door hidden deep in the fork road. It is unlocked and it is dark inside.
Why are there partitions in a place like this? De Gaulle didn't know. He opened the iron door with vigilance and poked the light in. Sure enough, he found that this was a secret hiding place. Because there were beds and cabinets, he could even
I saw oil lamps extinguished everywhere.
"What a good hiding! Mr. Francis..."
De Gaulle put the lamp on his waist, withdrew the wooden stick from his back again, and reached deeper into the room with a gun in his other hand.
boom……
The wooden stick hit something on the damp ground and got stuck.
De Gaulle looked down and his face suddenly sank.
At his feet lay a heavy human body, motionless and breathless.
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Scanning his eyes, de Gaulle judged from the back that this person should be Francis.
Why did the other party die?
De Gaulle knelt down and carefully inspected the deceased's wounds.
"The fatal injury should be the impact of the head. There is a raised decoration on the edge of the bed, but there is a piece missing, and there is blood on the gap..."
Holding his chin, de Gaulle analyzed the situation here at that time.
"Did someone push Francis' head against those bumps?"
He looked around the scene again and looked at the posture of the deceased.
"Well... a strong adult man would not be so easily crushed to death by someone pressing his head on his head. There were no signs of struggle at the scene. Francis was simply sitting back and waiting to die? Impossible, he must have made a mistake..."
De Gaulle stood up and found that there were traces of sliding on the ground under Francis. It was most likely that he had lost his footing and hit the decoration beside the bed.
"It's such a coincidence to die..."
De Gaulle was full of doubts about this obvious result. He did not believe that the conclusion could be so simple, so he continued to examine the body of the deceased.
"What if you didn't slip, but were pushed?"
De Gaulle held the stiff corpse and soon felt a hole in Francis's trouser leg.
He brought the lamp closer and looked carefully. He really saw a hole on Francis's right calf that had been stabbed by a sharp weapon. The skin inside was covered with fleshy wounds. Although it had long since solidified, it was still obvious that someone had come from it.
They attacked him from behind and stabbed him in the calf.
"Could it be that this attack caused Francis to slip and fall?"
The more de Gaulle looked at this wound, the more strange he felt.
"Why would the person who attacked him attack such a part? It's so awkward..."
If the assailant has a weapon in his hand and wants to kill the defenseless person in front of him with his back turned to him, the first choice is not to stab him in the waist or vest, but to directly slit his throat like Gina...
De Gaulle stood up, holding his chin and thinking carefully.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and he came to an unbelievable conclusion.
"So that's it! This is what the murderer's plan is! I understand! I understand everything!"
He almost knocked over the gas lamp in his excitement.
"It's incredible! If my thoughts are correct...damn it! Mr. Dutch must be in danger!"
Thinking of this, de Gaulle immediately grabbed the oil lamp and tried to rush out of this hidden compartment.
However, just when he turned around, the flashing light suddenly illuminated a shadow!
The shadow was behind de Gaulle, blocking the door and looking very short.
De Gaulle was instantly excited, and all the hair on his body stood up. When he took a closer look with the lantern, the shadow suddenly ran away!
"stop!"
De Gaulle ignored the wooden stick and quickly chased out with a lantern in one hand and a gun in the other.
As soon as he ran out of the room, he saw the figure of a little girl running quickly outside.
The water stains on the ground made a splashing sound, and the little girl seemed to have no shoes on. De Gaulle could even see the outline of the other party's skirt.
"How come a little girl ran in?" De Gaulle felt strange, but he still chased after her quickly.
Under the dim light, the skylight at the exit was not visible for a long time, and the little girl was getting closer and closer to De Gaulle.
Seeing that the distance between the two sides was less than ten feet, the little girl suddenly stopped!
De Gaulle stepped into a dirty puddle, holding a lantern and shouting nervously forward.
"Kid! Don't be afraid! I won't hurt you... tell uncle your name, okay?"
The little girl's figure was still unclear under the light, but it was still a dark outline. De Gaulle continued to approach her, and cautiously reached out to touch her.
But just before his hand was about to touch the girl...