"I feel the breath of death there."
Jason answered like this.
Edward's heart tightened.
If ordinary people said this, Edward would take it as a joke, but when Jason said this, Edward did not dare to be careless.
To be able to traverse the battlefield unscathed by one person, the perception must be extremely excellent, and such perception naturally includes some inexplicable intuitions.
Can't explain it, but it does exist.
"To what extent?"
As Edward asked cautiously, he turned his gun and aimed at the relatively low building on the side of the apartment.
"Not too serious."
Jason answered.
Although not the worst answer, Edward is still careful enough.
"Bansy."
Edward raised his hand in gesture.
Immediately, the assault team split into two.
Edward led the original team to continue searching the apartment.
Bancy Jr. led the rest of the group in a search of the low building.
This building is also an apartment.
The age is a bit older than the one next to it, and the facilities are much older. The overall structure is wooden, with basic water and electricity, but many are exposed, which are obviously added after the reconstruction on the basis of the original building.
The manager of the apartment faced a group of armed police officers in Xiaobanxi, and let them go without any obstruction.
After little Banxi asked two colleagues to guard the door, he looked at Jason.
For Jason, after what happened last night, Bansy already has great respect.
At this moment, Jason became an advisor to the special operations team. Naturally, when Edward was away, Bancy began to seek Jason's advice.
However, Jason's answer was somewhat beyond Bansy's expectations.
"The third room from the inside."
"The second room on the left on the second floor."
Jason said very accurately.
Little Bansy was taken aback.
But he immediately came back to his senses and acted quickly.
"Squad to guard the stairs."
"The second shift goes to the second floor."
"Class three come with me."
Little Bancy said, and walked towards the innermost room on the first floor of the apartment.
Boom, boom, boom.
Little Bansy leaned against the wall, knocked on the door, and signaled to the apartment manager.
"Mr. Barra, room service."
shouted the apartment manager.
But there was no sound at all from inside the door.
Bancy gestured again.
"Mr. Barra, room service."
The apartment manager shouted again, and then retreated very familiarly.
Little Bancy turned around and kicked at the door.
boom!
The door was kicked open.
Several guns were pointed into the door.
The room is not big, and the bed can be seen from the door. On one side of the bed is the small door of the bathroom. The door is open at the moment, and a person is kneeling in front of the toilet, with his head buried in the toilet.
Bancy put away his gun and walked into the room.
The floor was very messy, there were wine bottles everywhere, and the smell of alcohol filled the air. Little Banxi approached the bathroom on tiptoe.
The moment he walked into the bathroom, little Bansy almost vomited.
The toilet was used and hadn't been flushed yet.
And this dead person is 'drowned' among them.
"Is he Barra?"
little Bancy asked.
"Look at the clothes... it should be."
The apartment manager was a little unsure.
"Leave two people here, and the rest will go with me."
Little Banxi said, and rushed towards the second floor.
In front of the second room on the left side of the second floor, six people from the second class guarded here. After seeing Banxi, they all shook their heads, indicating that there was no movement in the room.
This time Banci was much more straightforward.
Lift your foot and kick it.
boom!
The door opened directly.
However, the scene inside the door made little Banxi frown.
Same situation as downstairs.
'Drown' in the toilet.
"Another serial murder case?"
"Damn it."
Bancy cursed under his breath.
He has almost been tortured to the point of neurasthenia by the serial cases that occurred in Xinde City one after another. The previous "Women's Serial Disappearance Case" was solved, but the cases of "The Ripper Under the Night" and "The Hanged Man" were not. , is there going to be another 'drowned in shit' now
"Block the scene."
Little Bancy said, turned and went downstairs.
He was thinking about how to start investigating the case in front of him.
He is very good at charging into battle.
Can be investigated
He was really helpless.
At this time, Edward brought more people into the apartment.
"How about it?"
Edward, who found nothing in the apartment next door, asked Bancy.
"Two people died."
"One of the basic confirmations is the occupants here."
"The other one needs to be confirmed by the apartment manager."
"besides… "
Little Bansy's face couldn't help but become strange.
"what else?"
Edward frowned when he heard that two people had died.
When he heard little Bancy's hesitation, he immediately urged.
"Also, the two of them were drowned in the toilet."
"Also, the toilet was used and not flushed."
Little Bancy replied immediately.
"What?"
Even Edward couldn't help being taken aback at this moment.
He glanced at little Bancy.
Bancy nodded again in confirmation.
"I'll go and have a look."
Edward began to scout the scene.
This process took about ten minutes or so.
Edward came out holding his nose.
His brow furrowed even tighter.
Both because no clues were found, and because they were stinked.
The whole site is very 'clean'!
The murderer left no trace.
No signs of a fight, no shoe prints.
The deceased's belongings were also there, without any trace of tampering.
"Revenge?"
Edward thought.
Being able to drown the other party in the toilet, obviously hated the other party to do such a thing.
While thinking, Edward looked at the little Banci who was taking notes for the apartment manager.
"The deceased on the first floor is Bala, can you confirm?"
"able."
"He lived with me for six weeks and I know him very well."
"Especially because he has a big mole at the corner of his mouth."
The apartment manager nodded.
"What about upstairs?"
little Bancy asked.
"The people upstairs moved in a week ago."
"He calls himself Damonda."
"I'm not very familiar with him."
The apartment manager replied.
Bancy and the apartment manager asked and answered questions.
The rest of the police officers were questioning other residents in the building.
Jason stood there looking at the apartment manager.
He is about forty to fifty years old, with dark hair, and his hairline has been receded by more than half.
Pants and shoes are clean.
Especially the leather shoes are wiped clean and reflective.
"What's the matter with you, sir?"
The apartment manager was unnaturally looked at by Jason. After finishing the notes, he turned around and asked.
"fine."
Jason shook his head first.
Then, word by word, he said—
"Did you put the murder weapon in the drawer?"