A low moan spread all around, and the eyes of the people around him subconsciously looked at the strong guys, especially Ekde, who had no influence from the people around him, and he quickly reacted.

"Who are you?"

"Which media are you reporters?"

The deputy director glanced at several people and asked questions repeatedly.

The sudden quiet environment made the strong guys stunned, which was completely inconsistent with what they expected. Then Eckard's question made them look at it and he was ready to leave temporarily after his eyes were intertwined.

But before these guys could take action, Eckard shouted loudly in the distance.

"Officer Lin, there are a few troublemakers here!"

"They may be related to the homicide that just happened!"

The voice came from afar. Lin An, who was at the entrance of the Warrior Sanatorium, immediately turned his head, and the latter walked towards this place without even thinking about it.

Looking at the people coming, the guys who were already collecting money to do business immediately panic.

They usually make small fusses, and they just fight to the top, and they dare not participate in murder cases or other murders.

"What are you talking nonsense!"

"We have nothing to do with this homicide!"

A guy started yelling loudly.

The other two guys turned around and ran away.

Sometimes, I am not afraid of opponents like gods, but I am afraid of teammates like pigs.

If you don’t run away, it will at most attract Mei Huasheng’s inquiry.

And run?

"Chasing me!"

Lin An shouted loudly, and the police around him quickly chased after him, and Mei Huasheng had already run out.

Suddenly, the entrance of the Warrior Sanatorium was in chaos.

...

When Qin Ran and Akede was surrounded by reporters, Lin Amy got off the car from the other side of the nanny car. He glanced at Qin Ran, who was trapped in the crowd. After Akede, he quickly ran towards the Warrior Sanatorium.

The makeup artist knew very well that he had to find out what information they didn't know as soon as possible, otherwise he would just fall into a passive state.

Maybe the makeup artist is kind, but definitely not a fool.

He knew the rumors about Ecked even more clearly.

Therefore, he understood that once Ecked was finished, it was definitely not Qin Ran who followed him, but him, the guy who had been labeled.

The makeup artist stood outside the cordon and looked into the warrior sanatorium.

He saw Mei Huasheng, who was more attributed, but he was wise to speak.

Although he had not been together for a long time, he knew clearly that the other party would never disclose any information to him, and would even detain him directly.

As for the Officer Lin next to Mei Huasheng?

The makeup artist shook his head.

He only met the other person once.

At most, he is familiar with his face, so why should the other party help him?

Undoubtedly, the same is true for others.

The makeup artist gritted his teeth and ran around the nursing home.

Can't ask, only personal investigation is left

And under the premise that the door is closed, he can only choose another entry.

The Warrior Sanatorium was transformed from an old school. It covers an area of ​​not too large, but it is not small. The makeup artist originally thought that there would be some missing places for the police around him to blockade, but he underestimated Mei Huasheng too much. Not only did there be no omissions around him, but on the contrary, his peeping attracted attention.

"What are you doing?"

"Get out of here quickly!"

"Reporters cannot enter!"

A young policeman glanced at the work sign in front of the makeup artist hanging on his chest, frowned and simply shouted loudly.

"Okay, OK."

The makeup artist scratched his head and stepped back with a sarcastic sneer.

When he retreated to the door of the Warrior Nursing Home, the makeup artist was as impatient as an ant on a hot pan.

He had no idea what to do.

And at this moment, a loud shout came.

"Chasing me!"

The makeup artist watched the police guarding the door and around him quickly chased the reporters in front of him. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that this was an opportunity.

Didn't go directly to the door.

There were still left-behind people there, and he went back to a place he had seen before.

A corner close to the gate but near the main gate, but not visible.

Sure enough, the young policeman here has already chased him out.

Without hesitation, the makeup artist flipped towards the iron fence.

Perhaps the walking posture was a bit enchanting, but when I was in the countryside, the makeup artist did not do much about climbing trees and digging bird nests.

Compared with big trees, it is really easy to step on and hold iron fences.

After a few seconds, the makeup artist jumped into the yard of the Warrior Nursing Home, and then he drilled directly into the nearest window.

call!

After breathing a long sigh, the makeup artist looked back and found that no one noticed him, and immediately rushed along the corridor toward the crime scene.

The Warrior Sanatorium has two main buildings: the diagnosis and treatment building, the inpatient department and the activity hall, which are the office building, the classroom building and the family building of the former old school.

The place where the murder occurred was on the first floor of the inpatient department.

The makeup artist is in the hospitalization department at this moment.

Soon, he saw the office where the murder occurred.

There were two policemen standing guard at the door, and there were forensic records inside.

Looking at the two policemen, the makeup artist knew that he could not get around it.

Although he didn't know why the previous riots were caused, he knew they wouldn't last for too long.

He almost has no time!

The makeup artist quickly put away his badge and adjusted his mood. After he tried to make himself less nervous, he ran quickly.

"Quick, hurry up."

“There is a need for support outside!”

The makeup artist looked out of breath.

"I'll go and have a look!"

One of the two policemen in front of the door spoke to his companion and ran outward, while the remaining one stared at the makeup artist with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Of course there are plainclothes police among the police.

But almost no one among the plainclothes policemen has long ponytails unless they join in some special mission.

"Let me take a breath."

"I'll explain it to you later."

The makeup artist waved his hand and said this, but his eyes looked indoors.

Two corpses, one man and one woman.

The man is a doctor and the woman is a nurse. The two of them are standing side by side, maintaining a kneeling position, hanging from their necks by a rope hanging from the ceiling.

And in front of the two corpses, it is...

Three fingers.

Three of them were cut off by one, and the index fingers stood in front of the corpse.

It looks like three incense sticks.

Unfortunately, there is no smoke rising from the mist.

There is only a piece of blood.

It is not on the three index fingers. The three index fingers are very clean, and blood stains appear on the ground where the three index fingers come into contact.
To be continued...