The Monster I Was Redeemed

The psychiatrist looked at the unfamiliar number mark and then at Shi Hongfang's room.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he still did not choose to answer the phone, but knocked hard on the door: "Mr. Shi, I have your phone number!"

There was silence in the room, no sound could be heard.

The psychiatrist cannot open the door directly without the owner's permission.

He originally wanted to hang up the phone, but who knew that Shi Hongfang's cell phone had the opposite answer and hang-up behavior than ordinary cell phones.

By the time the psychiatrist reacted, it was already too late.

"How's it going?"

An unfamiliar voice came from the phone.

The psychiatrist said awkwardly: "Sorry, Mr. Shi was drunk. I accidentally hung up and answered..."

Before he could finish what he said, the person on the other end of the phone heard that the voice was wrong and immediately hung up.

The psychiatrist smiled bitterly: "As for hanging up in such a hurry..."

Then he secretly wrote down the unfamiliar mobile phone number.

"I don't know who it is, but it should be... uh..."

There was a muffled sound.

The phone fell on the carpet.

The psychiatrist's eyes widened, and he pulled down his hands desperately, trying to pull away the arm that was holding his neck.

His legs were kicking back and forth like crazy, but as the needle inserted into his neck.

The psychiatrist's struggle soon began to weaken, and he died soon after.

Shi Hongfang let go of his arm and let the psychiatrist fall to the ground.

The appearance of being drunk just now was all an illusion. He was just waiting for the chance to kill him.

Compared to shooting, poisoning, or sneak attacks, injecting air into the carotid artery is one of the simplest and most relaxing ways to kill someone.

Reality is not like a movie. If an amateur stands behind a person and hits the head with something, the possibility of stimulating resistance in others is much higher than directly knocking the person unconscious or to death.

Once the other party resists, the brain will be severely damaged.

When life is threatened, everyone can survive for a while.

It is not a problem for a person's dying counterattack to create some traces of a fight in the room.

Moreover, the blood stains on the scene must be washed several times with disinfectant, and the tools used to hit people must also be disposed of and cannot be thrown into the trash can.

These things are a waste of time to deal with.

A shot of air is injected into the carotid artery, creating an air embolism directly in the blood vessel, blocking the blood flow.

Before long, the brain will die due to insufficient oxygen supply.

The technique is clean and hygienic.

Just burn the syringe afterwards.

The only drawback is that the technical requirements are a bit high, and most people can't get the position right.

Shi Hongfang put his knuckles on the psychiatrist's neck to test the pulse and confirm whether the person was dead.

As for why you don't touch your wrist.

In fact, placing a hard solid object under the armpit and clamping it tightly can temporarily stop the pulse at the wrist, perfectly pretending to be a recently deceased corpse to deceive others.

So in most cases, people choose to touch the neck when determining whether a person is dead.

Well, the strange knowledge has been added.

Shi Hongfang turned on the psychiatrist's phone and read the latest news.

After confirming that it was correct, he put the phone back into the psychiatrist's pocket, picked up his own phone and dialed a number.

"What's the matter?"

Song Jie's tone revealed a hint of exhaustion, as if he hadn't slept well recently.

"Send someone to my apartment to dispose of a body."

Shi Hongfang looked at the psychiatrist at his feet and said, "This is the last time, there will be no next time."

"……I see."

beep.

After Shi Hongfang hung up the phone, Song Jie, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, called his number one socialite: "Send someone to go to Shi Hongfang's apartment... bring a body bag."

"Bring a body bag?"

Song Jie said impatiently: "You should know why you need to bring a body bag."

"This... okay, I get it."

After Song Jie's reminder, Hongying probably guessed who the dead person was: "This Captain Shi deserves to be someone who has been around in Sin City. He was really decisive in his attack."

"I told you a long time ago that those little tricks are useless. Shi Hongfang is not a fool."

Song Jie raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows: "I have given you the authorization to go to the cold storage. Before dawn, go and dispose of the body. I have other things to be busy with."

The disappearance of Mu Si and Mao Yan put Song Jie under tremendous pressure.

No one knew whether the monster Janus cared about the disappearance of these two people.

If he is held accountable, he will definitely not get any good results.

In addition, the contact information recently sent to the man with glasses was nowhere to be found, and Song Jie almost collapsed when he couldn't find a way out.

Hongying had no idea about this, and she used the same seductive whispering tone as always: "Yes, yes, you should have a good rest. Bosses don't always have things to do as secretaries, so why don't they be secretaries when they have nothing to do~"

Song Jieli was too lazy to pay attention to Hongying, and hung up the phone directly to continue searching for the whereabouts of Musi and Maoyan.

My life is almost gone, how can I have time to think about those things?

He didn't want to be a romantic ghost who died on a woman's belly.

………………

A week flies by.

Relying on the retroactive plug-in, it didn't take long for Jin Ping'an to pass the clues provided by the anti-narcotics team.

I got the (River Crab) from a second-hand dealer who could be seen everywhere, and then by tracing back the (River Crab), I found out Lame Wolf's warehouse and transportation route, as well as most of the members of the force.

Afterwards, under Tian Hao's screening, the two selected several of Lame Wolf's confidants.

Then, through the hair, fabric remnants, houses they had lived in, and the cars they drove, they traced back again, and successfully obtained their recent itineraries, and deduced the location of the poison master.

Jin Ping'an's recollection is equivalent to a big library that records all the past in the world.

As long as he wanted to find it, there was nothing he couldn't uncover.

Even if there is a vast amount of information, it is only a matter of how long it takes.

But this method fell into Wu Ke's eyes, and he almost got hit on the head.

Obviously these two people didn't do anything. They just looked at a few pieces of wool, a few houses and a few cars to find the location of the poison master.

This way of finding people looks like a dancing goddess.

Wu Ke expressed concern about the accuracy of the news.

At this time, Wu Ke led heavily armed anti-narcotics team members to guard near a small mountain village in the border area of ​​Qianhua City.

According to Jin Ping'an, the poison master they were looking for also had a drug manufacturing base, which was hidden in a ruined temple on the mountain.

There are many villagers in the mountain village who are their bribed spies.

These people are known as street watchers.

Once a strange car appears nearby, road watchers will issue a warning to people on the mountain.

And they serve not only drug dealers, but also smugglers, stowaways, etc.

In one day or trip, criminals can earn anywhere from a few hundred to tens of thousands of dollars.

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