The Underworld Detective

After reading the file, I think that the homicide and Kisheng cases that are happening now really seem to be rather than, let's say imitation, Kisheng's case is not too exciting, who will worship and imitate him?

I asked Dynasty Aid what they thought. Dynasty Aid took a piece of paper from the locker and gave it to me in silence. It was a mechanical design drawing. I asked him what this was, and the Dynasty sputtered a cigarette flute: “Kisheng designed the planter when he was younger, he won the prize. ”

I learned how to apply electronics, and I knew something about machines. Instead of building large machines, as outsiders think, I studied the mechanical structure of machines, and the drawings are quite ingenious.

I immediately understood what the dynasty meant: “You don't think he's the murderer? ”

Wang Ai Dynasty nodded, he said that he was not a criminal police officer at the time of the case resolution, he had no say, but he just felt that this man, although he had confessed to everything, although all the evidence pointed to him, he was just not like the murderer.

So after Wang Ai Dynasty investigated some things himself, the more suspicious the investigation, Kisheng was a perfectionist, studied mechanics all his life, would such a person create such a crude and indiscriminate killing organ?

This is an insult to the professor of mechanics!

I also experienced this feeling when Fake Kong Fai sat in front of me and confessed everything, but I still felt something was wrong.

I said, "Then why did he confess to go to prison and hide from the debtors?" ”

Wang shook his head and said he didn't know.

Leopard Mountain Prison has a long history dating back to the Qing Dynasty. Some progressives were held in the Republic of China. It is a frightening place for ordinary citizens. After several reconstructions, it is now a modern prison.

We parked the car outside and passed several door controls. At this time, the prisoner was in the air. As he passed the barbed wire partition compound, many prisoners picked up yellow peach whistled on the barbed wire. Ouch, strange screaming. Others put their hands in the crotch of their pants for a nasty action. Huang Xiaotao looked straight at the frown, and the guard scolded: “Get back, or deduct points! ”

The prisoner walked away and Wang Dali whispered to me: “Deduct what points? ”

I gave him a cop. Prisoners usually go to the factory to save money. The amount of work is linked to performance, and the amount of money saved can be reduced or bailed out, but if a minor mistake is made, a lot of points will be deducted, so the prisoner will be honest as soon as he hears the deduction.

One prisoner did not move his nest. The man picked up on the wire and looked at me coldly: “True scenery, Song Yang! ”

When I heard someone call me by my name, I stunned. I didn't recognize who it was at first. Look closely at Deng Chao. He shaved a very short board inch, wore a loose jacket, pale face, had some bruising on his face, and was probably beaten by other inmates.

We were from a school, and I didn't expect to meet in this way, and I said, "How's it going? ”

Deng Chao chuckled: “Young cat is crying rat, I owe it all to you today, dare you to compare with me again? ”

Deng Chao is now completely unlike a student, he is angry, Huang Xiaotao scolded: “Don't be arrogant, you are all caused by your own hands today, and blame others. ”

At this time, the prison guard whistled to gather the prisoners. Deng Chao ignored them, and the prison guard shouted his number. Deng Chao looked at me straight at me and said word for word: “I have nothing now, only time! I can wait, I can wait, one day I will leave here, then I will take all of you...”

He used his hand as a gun, pointed at me, Huang Xiaotao and Wang Daoli imitated the sound of shooting. Then the two guards forced him away, pressed him on the ground and stabbed him with an electric stick. Deng Chao was electrically twitched and his eyes were still staring at me violently.

Wang Dali sighed: “Past classmates turned out like this, so pathetic and hateful. ”

Huang Xiaotao cursed: “Let them rot here slowly, no need for sympathy! ”

I asked, "Has Deng Chao not been sentenced to death? ”

Huang Xiaotao said: “Life is similar to the death penalty. I will never see him again anyway. Don't stare at the barbed wire. He's not the only one you sent in here. Be careful who throws a knife out. ”

I sighed: “In a way, I ruined a lot of people's lives. ”

Huang Xiaotao patted me on the shoulder to comfort him: “But you protected more good and innocent people without blaming yourself for the scum. ”

We were taken to the meeting room by the prison guard. I suggested that Wang Ai Dynasty and I go in and meet him. Huang Xiaotao agreed.

We came to the meeting room, a little kung fu, the prison guard brought out an old man, he had silver hair, the spirit looked good, if he was not wearing a trumpet, but a robe, there would probably be a sense of fairy wind bone.

The Wang Ai dynasty shook a cigarette and passed it over. The old man didn't pick it up. He hugged his fist full of gas. “What can I do for you two? ”

I said, "You've got a lot of guts. ”

The old man laughed: "I usually punch Tai Chi. This kind of place eats poorly and sleeps poorly. If I don't pay attention to it, my body will collapse. ”

The Dynasty of Aid opened its doors to the mountains and said: "We came to you for that matter! ”

The old man replied, "I think you have to go again for nothing. I told you I did the case alone, and the court sentenced me to life. Is it interesting to keep looking into this? ”

And I looked him in the eye and I said, "Ten years ago, did you actually design those three homicide machines? ”

I asked the question very specifically in order to reveal it, but unexpectedly, the old man answered generously, "Yeah, I admitted it a long time ago. ”

I was unwilling to say, "Admitting it doesn't mean it was you! ”

The old man laughed: “This little brother is so funny. Who let the door clip and voluntarily carry this black pot? ”

It surprised me that he didn't bloom at all.

I took out those two crime scene restoration drawings and handed them over. After the old man saw the sketches, the old well's face actually showed a little excitement, and I said, “Now someone is imitating your modus operandi outside. He designed these two institutions. What do you have in mind? ”

The old man touched the beard and said, "That's good. The next life is frightening. This organ is much clearer than I was. Did you see this? ”

I said, "According to the body restored, it was destroyed by a bomb. ”

The old man looked at me admirably: "Looks like this little brother is also a personality, but I think your idea is a little simpler, and the institution he designed might be more complicated. ”

I grabbed this key point, stared him in the eye with the eye of a hole, and asked, "Who is that man? ”

The old man still didn't have any blossoming answers: "What are you nervous about? I don't know who he is. I'm sure he's a like-minded friend. Too bad he didn't get to see me! Do you have a pen? I'll change it for you. ”

I exchanged sights with the dynasty, and he got up and asked for a pencil from the prison guard.

The old man lay on the table and painted, and finally handed me the paper, and laughed: "If I were him, I would design it this way. ”

I looked at the paper, staring stunnedly, and in just a few minutes I drew such a clear structure, and the old man was a god.

He changed the scene restoration diagram, and the first diagram was still walking on the pyrotechnic carbon in armor, but added some drives and springs to the armor so that the entire armor could move more flexibly on the body.

The second diagram was completely reconstructed, not with the tongue to pull the door, but with the power of the iron hook to drag a shaft machine to close the gas valve, which is really simpler than I wanted, and the position of the murderer is much safer, even if the deceased succeeds, he will not escape.