I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

Soon an old sheriff trotted over. .biquge

"I'm Nikolai!"

"I know you are Nikolai, damn, why would someone come to attack here? Our informant didn't hear anything. I will help you find out who it is. I just hope you don't mess around." The old police chief was annoyed. road.

"I need to go in and take a look!" Nikolai said coldly.

"Okay! I'll take you in right now." The old police officer said helplessly.

The two went upstairs and entered the scene soon. After carefully observing the position of each corpse, the wounds, and even the blood on the ground, Nikolai closed his eyes slightly.

A few minutes later, he showed a cold smile.

"There is only one attacker!"

"How is that possible? The six of them have guns and knives. Who has such great ability?" the old police chief said in surprise.

Nikolai turned around and asked: "Are there any surveillance records?"

"No, the other party seems to have deliberately avoided all surveillance in the bar. We don't even know how he got here. If one of them hadn't fallen downstairs, we probably wouldn't have been discovered so early." The old police chief replied .

"This is the second floor. Is the person who fell down the stairs still alive?" Nikolai said immediately.

"Dead! The medical examiner said the guy's brain was turned into mush," the old sheriff said.

After Nikolai pressed a few numbers, the old police officer's phone rang immediately.

"Bring up the surveillance cameras of several nearby streets and call me." After that, he turned and left.

"Hey! You can't act privately. We will find the murderer. I have the final say in this area. You can't mess around!" the old police officer shouted hurriedly.

Nikolai turned back and looked at the old police chief gloomily: "I just want to start work as soon as possible. Marton's death will directly affect Mr. Pushkin's career in New York. This is intolerable. You accept it?" I have received many years of bribes from Mr. Pushkin, and there are conditions, one of which is please shut your mouth!"

The old police chief's eyes were filled with anger. Although he was dissatisfied with Nikolai's tone, he was unable to refute.

"Get ready, we'll start work tomorrow!" After saying that, Nikolai walked downstairs without looking back.

The next day, when Du Wensen was watching the news in the bar last night, Matthew came to the living room with his assistant Pierce.

He put a stack of photos on the table and said bluntly: "Tell me, are you related to the deaths of those people in the bar last night?"

Although Du Wensen's face is not captured in the photo, his figure can be recognized by those who are familiar with him at a glance.

Du Wensen showed a thoughtful expression.

This case is not in Matthew's jurisdiction. With the quality of American police officers, they will never take care of cases in other areas. Even if they assist and cooperate, they will not be so active.

Seeing Du Wensen's expression, Matthew immediately understood that this case was most likely related to Du Wensen.

"Although those people are damn gang criminals, since they were able to get my boss to order cooperation with the investigation, it is obvious that they have something to do with it. Du, I beg you, can you not cause trouble in the future? I will handle this matter this time. I’ll help you deal with it.” Matthew persuaded him earnestly.

"They are not ordinary pimps?" Du Wensen suddenly raised his head.

Matthew replied: "Probably not, otherwise it would just be a few gang criminals killed, and no one would even investigate the case. It is normal for some people to die in gang fights here, but after all, it is not in my jurisdiction, and I don't Understand who those people are."

Du Wensen raised the corner of his mouth and immediately picked up the computer to check.

After a while, Du Wensen looked at some of the information he had found. He seemed to have something to do.

"Du, did you hear what I said? Don't go out for a while and let me deal with them when I get back." Matthew reminded.

But when he looked at the photos on Du Wensen's computer, he sighed.

It was obvious that Du Wensen had no intention of listening to him.

At this time, there were footsteps downstairs, and an old police chief and a middle-aged man in a suit walked in.

"Which branch are you from? Why didn't I know someone was coming here to investigate?" Matthew stood in front of them and said dissatisfied.

In the United States, the police chief of each region has very powerful powers. If other branches want to come to Matthew to investigate, they must get his approval, otherwise he can directly drive them away or even arrest them at the police station.

"Chief Matthew, sir, John, you should have been given documents to cooperate with the investigation this morning. We are just here to ask a few questions. There doesn't seem to be any problem, right?" the old police chief said calmly.

But the man in fine clothes walked straight to Du Wensen. After sitting down in front of him, he looked at the photo Matthew had just put down on the table and smiled.

"Mr. Du, right? Last night, a taxi driver said that he took a customer from the entrance of this hospital to the bar. Please explain why you, a mental patient, appeared there!"

Du Wensen was still typing on the keyboard quickly.

Instead, Matthew was dissatisfied and said: "Hey! Who are you? I'm investigating now. This is my territory. Get out of here now!"

The muscular man raised his head and said coldly: "Chief Matthew, if you don't want to be transferred back to be a police officer, I suggest you shut up your bad mouth!"

Matthew's expression changed, and he suddenly didn't dare to speak. He understood that in front of such a person with such a huge background, he, a small police chief, was nothing.

After frightening Matthew, the strong man asked Du Wensen again: "Mr. Du, my patience is limited, please answer me now."

Du Wensen stopped his hands, raised his head and looked at the strong man seriously.

"How about we play a little game?"

The strong man shook his head and said in a serious tone: "You are just a piece of rag in my eyes. If you don't answer my questions, I promise to tear you to pieces."

Du Wensen started talking to himself.

"A long time ago, there was a kind-hearted couple who adopted many orphans. Although they were not rich themselves and even had five children at home, they decided to adopt another one."

"This newly adopted child is different from others. He is 12 years old and is a troubled boy. He cannot stand up to the wall, has violent tendencies, fails in school, bullies others, and steals other people's things. But even so, this kind couple is still trying their best to teach this child."

"After their efforts, the children were finally moved and they succeeded. This is simply a miracle!"

The muscular man smiled slightly: "The story is very good!"

"Unfortunately, not long after, the couple was murdered. After investigation, the police found some small things missing from the home and concluded that they were killed during a burglary."

"What a pity. Was the murderer caught later?" The strong man smiled even happier.

Du Wensen shrugged his shoulders and said: "They are looking in the wrong direction. People tend to ignore the most conspicuous things, such as the child. No one thought how afraid he was that his adoptive parents would one day discover his true colors. He was afraid that he would never be able to have a child again. With such love, he is unwilling to be abandoned like a piece of rag again, so he thinks that as long as he kills them, there will be nothing to worry about. Am I right? Nikolai Anderson. "