The Underworld Detective

We rushed into the tattoo shop, and the scene was very strange, only to see the body of an old man lying on the ground, with a gunshot wound to his forehead, two policemen standing beside him, surrounded by some hair toys, walking around them constantly.

There are hairy monkeys knocking on gongs, swaying hairy ducks, hairy bears flipping over their muscles, without exception, they all have a stick wrapped around them with black tape, possibly explosives.

The police burst into tears and explained that they were just taking photos of the evidence, accidentally breaking a thread, and then these strange things came out of the corner, and they suspected it was a bomb and kept moving!

This is undoubtedly the masterpiece of a watchmaker, who is best at making this little organ.

Officer Liang said in a cold sweat: "Jie, Cheng, please don't move. Where can I find the organ? ”

Huang Xiaotao stopped: “Call the bomb disposal experts! ”

Officer Liang suffered a face: “This is the end of the high season, in case there is no time for a time bomb, what I learned before is electronics, I think I can handle it. ”

I noticed that the movement trajectory of these hair styles was very regular. I took out my phone and called Huang Xiaotao. I noticed that there was constant interference with the signal. There was now a bamboo in my chest: “There is a very regular source of strong interference nearby, something must be controlling them. ”

I lifted my phone and walked around the house carefully, and as it approached a wall, the jamming signal grew stronger. There was a tattoo painting on that wall, and I tore it apart, revealing a signal transmitter-like device underneath, and it kept flashing red.

Liang police found a starter somewhere and unhooked the cover of the device and relieved himself: “It's okay, I can still handle this thing. ”

He dismantled some of the circuits very nauseously, the signal disappeared and the barbed toy stopped automatically.

Everyone was relieved, and a policeman was going to pick up a toy and see what it was, and I stopped it out loud: "Don't touch it, they could have been a touch detonator! You will come out carefully and wait for the bomb disposal experts to come and deal with it. ”

We waited for more than an hour outside, and a detonator drove in, and the bomb disposal experts scanned us with instruments and told us that the toys were equipped with detonators and a balanced trigger, which exploded when they fell. Despite the limited intensity of the explosion, there was more than enough to kill, and luckily we dealt with it in a timely manner.

When we think about the way these toys just wobbled around, our hearts are palpitating, and it seems that the watchmaker has realized our arrival and is holding us back by any means possible.

I went back to the store for an autopsy, and the victim was over seventy years old and of short stature. The cause of death was undoubtedly a gunshot wound to the forehead, judging by all aspects, the time of death was more than 10 hours.

I moved the joints of the deceased, looking around the surroundings again, and the deceased seemed to be sitting in a chair before he died. I found a fingerprint on the table next to the chair, almost visible to the naked eye, and the deceased placed his hand at the table, sweating so much cold that it formed a fingerprint.

So it turns out, he was probably forced to ask with a gun to his head.

In addition, under a shelf on the left hand side of the deceased, I found a cell phone with a telephone call, but it didn't go out, and the murderer should have noticed the deceased's minor movements, so I shot him.

I did not do a more recent autopsy, and the information the deceased had was much more important than his body, and in the current situation, finding the VIP one step ahead was the top priority.

Huang Xiaotao found a collection of tattoos and an account book. I looked through the pattern set and noticed that a page had been brutally torn apart. I sighed: “The killer was cautious, he knew the clue would expose the target...”

I picked up the ledger, and it was full of numbers, and I tried to find some patterns, and I looked at it, and I looked up at the pattern set, and I pointed to the page number, and I said, "Look here, the page number is in letters and numbers, and it's in the ledger. ”

Huang Xiaotao glanced over and said: "Really! ”

The tattooist has rotted the pattern over his chest and can record the pattern with a serial number, presumably because each pattern charges a different fee.

I deduced from the serial number before and after the missing page in the pattern set that the missing pattern was h13. I quickly looked through the ledger, which only recorded transactions from 10 years ago to the present day. It seems that this tattoo artist did not do very well and often had a customer only for a few days.

When I turned to a page, I finally found the h13, which was a deal on June 2 of last year. No, it was four! He marked the back with a “multiplied by four” sign, indicating that four people had come here that day to paint the pattern.

Sure, this pattern is for a group, but knowing it doesn't help either.

I was discouraged, so the clue broke?

I tried to calm myself down, refresh myself, and I swiftly flipped the books again. I suddenly noticed that the handwriting before and after was slightly different, and the last pages of the previous handwriting appeared, and the handwriting was vague, but it could be seen that it was written by the same person.

I dropped the ledger and found it in the house. Huang Xiaotao asked me what I was looking for. Finally, I found something in the fridge. It was a row of bottles, and I picked it up and said, "It's a medicine for Parkinson's syndrome. The old tattooist had Parkinson the previous year! ”

Huang Xiaotao opened his eyes: “So he didn't have the tattoo on June 2nd last year. Does he have an apprentice? ”

“That's right, we can't take another step this time. Find it!” I called.

Officer Liang called the industry and commerce administration, but the defendant's procedures for this store were incorrect. The information had not been updated in 20 years, and he did not know who the apprentice of the old tattooist was.

I think since this guy works here, people around him should know each other, so I went to a nearby store, and the owner of a box restaurant said, "You mean Old King? He did take an apprentice the previous year and used to come to me to buy boxes of rice. ”

“What's his name?” I asked.

The owner said, "We kept calling him Kim, and we didn't know his name...” Then the owner suddenly looked out the window: “Hey, isn't that him? ”

We looked back, only a guy in a mask was probing his brain, noticed our gaze pulled our legs, and Huang Xiaotao and I quickly chased him out, and Huang Xiaotao asked the police officer in front to stop him.

The boy was pure mud and turned around into a narrow alley. Song Xingsheng quickly chased in. When we caught up, the young man was stuck in a dead end and sat on the ground hysterically saying: “I don't know anything! I don't know anything! ”

I don't know why he reacted so strongly, so I asked him, "Did you see your master killed last night? ”

The young man opened his eyes in horror, and this unconscious move sold him...