With a "bang", Smith kicked the door open. Wick raised his gun and observed carefully for a moment before cautiously stepping in.
"Safety"
After carefully searching all the rooms, they put down their guns after confirming that no one was there.
Scott still held up the poor window-breaking hammer and carefully poked his head in: "Two big brothers, what are we looking for?"
"Some basic information."
Smith opened the closet. There were only sets of black suits and white shirts in the closet. Other than that, there was no other clothing.
Wick checked other places and found that most of the drawers were empty, but in a drawer in the living room, he found a folded document.
When I opened it, I saw that it was a subway train timetable. Although the month and time are not written on it, looking at the paper is already yellowing, I know that this timetable must have been here for quite some time.
"What's written on it?"
Smith and Skoff came over, and Wick frowned and said, "Nothing, just circled a few dates."
Looking at the series of circles on the timetable, Smith snorted: "These are not just a few, look at the schedule of these small days, all year round."
Scott bared his teeth and said: "Is this the timetable for them to start killing people?"
"It's possible," Wick flicked the paper and sighed, "If that's the case, then the horrific massacre last night may have been going on for many years."
Scott slapped his hands with a "ha" sound: "Let me just say that there are people in the police working in cahoots with them. Such a horrific serial murder case, how could it have been hidden for so long without anyone helping to cover it up."
Smith nodded: "Although I don't like this kid's suddenness, I have to admit that what he said just now is right. Don't talk about the police now, maybe NIA is not reliable."
"But I do remember one person. That guy should be reliable."
Wick and Smith looked at each other, and though Wick didn't say a name, Smith knew who he was referring to.
Smith shrugged: "I don't know that guy's contact information."
Wick took out his mobile phone, only to find that it had automatically shut down because it had not been charged for a day and a night. He sighed and looked at Scott: "You must have that person's phone number."
Scott was stunned: "Who?"
"Special Agent NIA, Sherron."
"Ah, he did give me his business card." Scott subconsciously touched his pocket, and suddenly slapped his thigh in regret, "Oh no, when I came out of the police station that day, I threw his business card away in anger."
"Why"
"Well, it's not because I called the police, but the female police officer didn't listen at all, so when I got anxious and got angry, I..."
"There's something wrong with your mind," Smith opened his eyes in disbelief, "Why did you throw that guy's business card away?"
"It was because I was in a state of emotion at that time. My hands were trembling." Scott scratched his head and suddenly reacted, glaring at Smith. His contact number”
Smith touched his nose awkwardly and turned his head to look aside.
He declined to answer the question.
Wick said helplessly: "What should we do? We can't just go to his house to find him."
Smith raised his eyebrows: "You still know where he lives?"
Wick shrugged: "I told you, it's work."
Scott frowned and said: "It's not good for us to come to the door rashly like this. After all, we don't have substantive evidence in our hands. Will he believe what we say?"
Smith rubbed his chin: "It's hard to say. According to my observation, that kid is extremely cunning. If we show up unexpectedly like this, he definitely suspects that this is a trap."
Well, our Mr. Smith is too smart for his own good.
Wick frowned and said, "If that's the case, then there's no need for me to charge my phone and contact him again."
Scott said pitifully: "Then what should we do now?"
"What else can we do? Let's go back to each house and find each mother." Smith stretched. "After struggling for a long time, we have neither confirmed the identity of the other party nor found a way to eliminate the other party. What else can we do if we don't go home now? OK, do you still want to go back to the subway station?"
The three people recalled the thrilling scene last night, shuddered at the same time, and shook their heads quickly.
"That's it, let's move out." Smith waved his hand, "By the way, clean the scene and don't leave any clues."
Wick pointed to the door that was kicked down by Smith and said nothing.
Smith blinked and suddenly kicked the seat next to him with a flying kick: "Let's just make it look like a burglary."
As the saying goes, no coincidence can make a book.
Half an hour after the three Wicks left, Sherron and Tina drove over. The two parties happened to be staggered.
So what was shown in front of Xie Lun was the wide-open door and the messy room.
Therefore, Wick, Smith, and Skoff will suffer even more.
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
Let's talk about Scott's girlfriend Maya. She was in Scott's burrow at this time, calling her best friend, the gallery owner Susan: "Don't worry, I have given him a lesson and I promise to let him work honestly." , but let me tell you one thing is true, those two handsome guys are super handsome."
At this time, there was a knock on the door. Maya stood up and walked towards the door, smiling and saying: "Wait, there is someone knocking on the door, they are probably coming. If you still don't believe it, wait until I take a photo with them. I guarantee it after you see it." It's okay if you can't close your legs. If you don't want me to be poor, I'll die first."
Hanging up the phone here, Maya reached out and opened the door.
Standing outside the door was a tall, burly, strange man wearing a black suit.
Maya frowned: "Who are you looking for?"
The man didn't speak, he just reached out and pulled out a big hammer from behind.
In the Vigo Building, Helen sat at her desk somewhat uneasily, her fingers tapping on the keyboard unconsciously.
Her female boss passed by and saw her appearance. She frowned, stopped and asked, "Are you feeling unwell, or is there something else?"
"Sorry," Helen said nervously, "I haven't been able to contact my fiancé since last night, so I'm a little worried."
The female boss said seriously: "Since your mind is not on work, then please take leave and go back."
"No, I was just distracted for a moment. I will focus on my work next."
"No, Helen, I'm serious." The female boss leaned over and whispered, "The atmosphere in the company has become increasingly tense recently, and the chairman has fired several people. If he sees you in this state, he will definitely You will lose your temper. So listen to me, Helen, go back and have a good rest today, do you understand?"
Helen sighed and nodded: "I understand, then I will go back first, thank you"
The female boss patted Helen on the shoulder and sighed silently. She was going to meet Chairman Vigo, who had been increasingly unhappy recently.
Helen hurriedly walked out of the elevator and entered the underground parking lot under the building. Just in the elevator, she called Wick again, but still couldn't get through.
"It's okay. He has been in this situation before and suddenly lost contact for several days. It's okay."
Even though she said that, Helen still felt frightened for some reason, as if something bad was about to happen.
Helen got into her car, fastened her seat belt and was about to start the car. Suddenly, a hand wearing black gloves quietly reached out from the back seat and covered her mouth and nose.