A dark cloud was floating across the sky and the sun had already set.
The streets of Munihei are lit by kerosene lamps, and the streets are still full of vitality.
People walked quickly, while carriages moved in an orderly manner under the command of traffic personnel.
This is the charm of Munihei.
If Ummur can be described as a beautiful landscape painting, then Munih is a symphony with an exciting rhythm.
After Ketchlov walked out of the police station, he was still limping. He looked a little nervous, listless and obviously panicked.
Compared with the pedestrians on the street, Ketchev was so conspicuous and different at this time.
Passersby looked at the ragged Ketchlov with strange eyes. Ketchlov with a bruised face and swollen nose was an alien on the street.
He had been very careful since he stepped onto the street, stopping and walking from time to time, observing out of the corner of his eye whether anyone was following him.
The seemingly young Ketchiv is actually not as simple as he looks. He did not expect that his identity would be exposed.
The mixed-race child who ran away from home worked hard in Munihei, lived alone and supported himself.
This has been a self-evident and impeccable cover story, with elements of both fact and fiction.
Ketchev never expected that there would be a risk of exposing his identity in this incident.
Ketchlov, who originally planned to accept the position of head chef after reporting, had his own plan. If he became the head chef, he would have more time and space to complete the tasks assigned by his superiors.
But what made Ketchlov miscalculate was that the people in the Public Security Bureau would be so cruel to him, the first person to discover the crime scene, simply because of his identity as an Oros.
Initially, Ketchiv just thought that he could leave after explaining the discovery of the French chef's body and giving his testimony. However, due to the complexity of the case, which involved power struggles at the top, this identity was exposed.
But what Kichlov couldn't understand was Soou's behavior. The German officials, who were always known for their strictness and harshness, would actually show mercy to his subordinates.
This made Ketchiv cautious on his way back, which is why he stopped and walked frequently to see if anyone was following him.
How could Soou, who was familiar with the streets of Munich, be easily discovered? He shuttled between the rooftops of buildings of different architectural styles, keeping a close eye on Ketchev's whereabouts from a high place.
And Suoou saw Ketchev's sneaky behavior, and Suoou raised the corner of his mouth.
"The fish has taken the bait. There really is something wrong."
Soou, who is proficient in criminal investigation, studied human behavior and criminal psychology at Munich University before joining the police department.
Both of these majors are very rare, and require a lot of professional knowledge, keen observation and strong logical thinking to master.
The reason why the long-haired Suoou was able to become a good criminal investigator was that he had the knowledge of these two subjects to support him and became the top leader beside Xiao Zhafu.
During the interrogation, it was clear that in addition to fear and pain, Ketchev also showed a hint of anger and unspeakable secrets hidden in his body language.
Although facial expressions and acting skills can deceive Bron, his instinctive physical reactions will not be affected by them.
And every little move of Ketchev was seen by Suoou.
The reason why Suoou deliberately let Ketchlov go was because he understood that Ketchlov had received interrogation-related training, and only by placing Ketchlov in an open environment would Ketchlov reveal more hidden information.
This was a calculated plan by Soou.
With the partnership of Soou and Bron, they have already uncovered many fish lurking in Munihei, and Ketchev will be the next one.
But Suo was not satisfied with this small fish, Ketchlov. Suo planned to catch Ketchlov's superiors as well and uproot the entire system of Oros intelligence personnel that had infiltrated Munihe.
This is a huge gamble, and the stakes are intelligence on the internal structure of the Sheriff's Bureau and the identities of its top personnel.
As an intelligence officer, I believe I have noted down many of Soou, Bron and Xiaozafu's behavioral habits and details through observation.
If it were to be revealed, the Sheriff's Department would suffer a devastating blow.
As long as Ketchev was not careful, Soo would win the bet.
Ketchlov's instinct reminded him that the danger was not over yet, but the pain in his body was no longer something he could endure by gritting his teeth.
During the interrogation, Bron did not use any sharp weapons such as a knife to hurt Ketchlov, but instead used a large number of blunt objects to hit him. Under the influence of Bron's tremendous force, Ketchlov suffered a lot of internal injuries.
Even though Ketchev was not a medical professional, he could feel the discomfort coming from inside his body.
"Am I unable to hold on any longer?" Ketchev thought to himself as he leaned one hand against the wall to steady himself.
With a splash, a mouthful of dark brown blood foam was spat out of Ketchev's mouth.
"Damn Germans, they're so harsh." Ketchlov cursed inwardly.
In this deserted alley, Ketchev leaned against the wall and slowly sat down, with his right leg stretched forward and his left leg bent, supporting his weak upper body.
He couldn't walk anymore, and he needed time to rest, but he was worried that he wouldn't last long enough to complete the task.
At this time, the clouds in the sky were drifting away quickly, and the wind was about to blow.
Suo Ou looked at Ketchlov coldly on the roof, waiting for Ketchlov's next performance.
A gentle breeze blew, ruffling Soou's long hair. He gently brushed away the hair that was blocking his vision, and tied it into a ponytail with a rubber band.
A fat orange cat jumped out of the window of one of the houses in the alley, and after landing, it looked at Ketchev who had entered its territory.
There was a hint of curiosity in the pair of dark green pupils. The fat orange cat twisted its round-looking body and took funny steps, walking step by step to Ketchlov who was leaning against the wall.
Its pink triangular nose moved as it sniffed the scent of Ketchev.
It could feel that the stupid two-legged beast seemed to be injured, but one of the items he was carrying seemed to have a smell that made it feel uneasy.
Then the fat orange cat arched its body, and the hair on its tail stood up like spikes.
The nails between the claws are exposed from their hidden state, which is an extremely aggressive posture, but also a frightened posture.
"Xiaoju~Xiaoju~where are you?"