The Underworld Detective

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After I tore it down, the boy's psychological defense collapsed quickly, but he stubbornly repeated the phrase: “I don't know anything! ”

Huang Xiaotao revealed his ID: “I know you are afraid to start a fire, now the only person who can help you is our police, I hope you cooperate. ”

The young man raised his tearful eyes: "Can you protect me after I say it? ”

Huang Xiaotao nodded: “No problem! ”

The boy looked around and said, "I don't want to talk about it here. Go to the police station first! ”

Officer Leung left a few men behind to clean up the scene and return with us to the police station. The young man witnessed the shooting of the master last night. He did not dare to come home all day and did not eat. We bought him pork pickles and mineral water, and he immediately swallowed the tiger.

Eating and eating, he suddenly cried. "I told my master not to deal with the dangerous people, but he wouldn't listen. ”

I exchanged a clue with Huang Xiaotao, and the clue I had been searching for finally appeared in front of me. We were all excited because we couldn't hold our hearts together, and I comforted myself: "Take it easy, take it easy. ”

He said that Jin was a very famous tattooist in the area 20 years ago, and his personality was also famous for his isolation. He worshipped Jin since childhood. He had been begging Jin to accept himself as an apprentice since he dropped out of high school, but Jin refused, so he often came home with gifts.

Until the previous year, Old King suddenly said he was willing to accept the apprenticeship, he was so excited. Later, he learned that Old King had fallen ill with Parkinson. For a tattooist, this was the end of his career, so Left and Right thought was still ready to pass on the craft...

Since then, Old Gold has taught each other, and he has studied like a sponge absorbing water, and has learned something in less than six months. But Old King won't let him go. He is a man of grace. He is willing to work here for a few years for nothing. Old King has no children, he will be considered to be a pensioner for the old man until the old man dies and then stands on his own door.

While working here, he noticed a strange thing: the shop had little business, was supported by a few regular customers, and sometimes January income was totally inadequate to pay rent and utilities.

He suggested that the master move the shop to the downtown area and re-advertise it. Now is not the time when the fragrance is not afraid of the alley, the skill is superior, and no one can ask about it without marketing means.

But Old King was like a rock in a thatch, stinky and hard, said he didn't want to change anything, and still guarded the store!

Last June, four fierce-looking guys came to the store and threw out a pocket of money, looking straight in his eyes. Kim then asked him to paint these four Guests a pattern, a strange pattern he'd never had, a half snake and a half dragon.

After a busy day of tattooing four tattoos, four people left without saying a word, he dared ask Jin: “Are these people gangsters? ”

Jin shook his head: “I don't know who they are, Kim. Remember, in the future, this store can't be moved. But if anyone comes across a pattern like this, don't talk too much. I'm ahead of these people. ”

He couldn't help but ask why, Jin explained that these people came to the door 20 years ago, asked him to paint this pattern, bring several people every year, and must not be revealed to the outside world!

Though Kim never asked, he kept an eye out for a few people who had had this pattern tattooed on the scene in a street gun battle that had struck Macao, and he guessed that they might be members of a mysterious organization.

Last night, a strangely dressed man found Kim and brought a bunch of people. He was out buying a snack night for his master, and as soon as he walked to the store, he saw the weirdo pointing a gun at Old Gold's head and immediately ran away.

He hid in the alley for a few hours before he dared to go back. He saw that the master had fallen into the blood. He dared not go in, afraid to leave evidence against himself; he dared not call the police because he was afraid of being involved in something.

He kept wandering around the store until we showed up and told us about it.

After listening, the boy stopped crying and I patted him on the shoulder: "You stay here, I'll arrange for someone to protect you later. ”

The guy keeps saying, "Thank you! Thank you!”

I asked Officer Leung to go over the file, and it took us almost two hours, and we found a shooting in the file of his former chief, and the photograph did show the victim with this pattern.

"It turns out the intelligence is in our police station," said Officer Liang. ”

I laughed, “It's normal for the lights to go dark. ”

I turned over that curly yellow file, and I thought, "Don't be a clue." Until I turned to the last page, the former chief of the section filled out a sentence in the report: "The organization is called Feng Tian Group, and its address is on xxth Street. I will continue to investigate.” Behind is a date.

Officer Liang suddenly shouted: “This date… was left before the death of the former Chief of Section! ”

I closed the file and said, "It looks like his death was related to this mysterious group. By the way, where did he die? ”

“It was an office building, and the place where the body was found seemed empty, nothing.” Officer Liang recalled.

“Check it out there.” I rushed.

“No, don't go. It was over a decade ago. The building was demolished long ago.” Officer Liang sighed.

Hard work, we found only four words in the end, how mysterious this group is!

Now it is imperative to compete for seconds, Officer Liang mobilized all the resources to find Feng Tian Group, which turned out to be stunning, with no trade dealings, no tax records, no customs records, like a ghost, and I suspect it may be under the name of another company.

We were busy until late, and the lack of progress frustrated everyone, when Song Xingsheng said to me: “Young Master, come out with me for a moment. ”

Me and him came outside and saw the Knife God standing there, and Song Xingsheng explained: “I see you haven't made progress, so I tried to ask Senior, he has something to say. ”

I was excited to ask, "Knife God, do you know this Heavenly Group? ”

Knife God nodded: “I heard about it when I was organizing. It was declared to be an ordinary security company. In fact, it was a force that King Jing put in here. King Jing started dyeing the organ trade many years ago, and Southeast Asia was a huge market, so he put a group of trusted relatives here to protect his trading channels. It's also an insurance policy, and when something happens to you, the Cover Heaven Group will start. ”

I couldn't help but wonder: “That's strange! The clockmaker is killing these people, even though he is a close friend of King Jing's. ”

“Feng Tian Group directly served King Jing, did not obey other people's orders, the watchmaker has not reached this level of authority, so he can only resort to excessive means, and can understand the position of the watchmaker. After King Jing's demise, everyone stared at VIP, he must be quick! King Jing is a conservative and cautious man. Born into a feudal aristocratic family, he moved that full power system into his own group, cultivated his own loyalty and party feathers, and established a hierarchical model of loyalty. The gang of traffickers and organ traffickers that we eradicated in the windshield, at best, only worked for him, so he didn't feel any pain at all, said abandoned, the combined weight of these people is not comparable to this Feng Tian Group. ”

I shrugged, "Looks like finding Feng Tian Group is finding vip! ”