The smell of blood and mutilated corpses are the basic elements for constructing a murder scene.
As the commander of the law enforcers in District 17, Lu Xiang had already been mentally prepared when he led the assault team to rush into the scene. The gunshot just now was the signal sent to them by the thugs - this shows that those thugs had been there from the beginning. I never thought about negotiating with them.
But even so, when the door-breaking team burst open the door, she was still shocked by the sight in front of her.
The red blood slowly spread on the floor, and the two trembling hostages shrank into the corner. She bent down to explore the girl whose hands were clasped behind her back. After realizing that the other person was still breathing, she was already waiting outside. The ambulance crew carried the girl onto a stretcher.
As for the last hostage, I'm afraid he won't be so lucky.
The bullet penetrated her head, and the liquid mixed with white pulp was shocking. Lu Xiang opened the cloth bag covering the deceased's head. In fact, Lu Xiang had vaguely guessed the identity of the deceased from the deceased's clothes and expensive jewelry.
Angel Foster.
The prosecutor of the 17th district has recently become a man of the hour in his district because of his participation in the trial of Chai Ke's case.
At this moment, Anjie's eyes were widened, as if she was full of doubts at the moment when her life was coming to an end.
As for Chai Ke, the criminal who was arrested on 11 charges half a month ago is also lying quietly on the cold floor at the moment.
The chest is pierced, and the scenery at the other end can be seen straight from one end.
The criminals who planned this operation together with Chai Ke also received the same treatment.
Killing with one strike is enough to show the ruthlessness of the one who takes action.
A portrait of a professional killer immediately appeared in Lu Xiang's mind, but then she overturned her first impression.
If the killer was a professional killer who killed without batting an eye, why were there three people left alive?
"Boss, the surveillance here has been destroyed."
The technicians soon brought unsurprising news.
Considering the Foster family's position in the coalition government, there is no way that any criminal in their right mind would allow his or her face to appear at a crime scene.
"Seal the scene and bring Anjie Foster's body back to the station first."
Lu Xiang's right eyelid twitched violently. She could already foresee the sensation this incident would cause. Chai was a notorious public enemy in the 17th District. An Jie, who was in charge of trying him, naturally became the person who was convicted of his crime. Heroic figure.
And now, people's heroes are being shot.
In the next few days, indignant citizens will surely ask them why Chai, who had already been arrested, escaped from prison and kidnapped and shot the prosecutor responsible for his trial.
In fact, Lu Xiang also wanted to know the answer to this question.
But the more thorny problem now is that the surveillance video at the scene has been destroyed, and all the witnesses are dead, except for the three hostages who survived for unknown reasons...
hostage?
Lu Xiang suddenly thought of another possibility.
As soon as they arrived at the scene, they cordoned off the nearby area. Considering that the criminals were armed, snipers were also in position immediately.
So far, she has not received any reports of anyone leaving the house.
It took less than ten seconds from hearing the gunshot to rushing into the scene. The crime scene still maintained its original appearance. In other words, the real criminal might be at the scene at this moment.
Her eyes swept over the two people shivering in the corner, and she told the people around her, "Bring them both back to the station, and then you personally lead a team of people to the hospital and stay with the injured 24 hours a day."
…
20:30.
"Today, a vicious incident occurred in the south of the city. Prosecutor Anjie Foster was unfortunately killed. Please let us remember this hero who has been fighting on the front line of fighting crime and dedicated his life to this city... "
An hour later, the report appeared on the night news channel in District 17 on time.
To commemorate the passing of the prosecutor, today's nightly news also turned to black and white.
Song Lan prepared a sumptuous dinner, watched the black and white TV, clasped his hands, and sincerely mourned the passing of the city hero.
This vicious case occurred around 19:30. At that time, he was extremely lucky to have a brush with death and returned to the apartment where he lived early.
Uncle Li, the doorman of the apartment, saw him going upstairs carrying a bag of ribs.
The gangster reportedly took four hostages while he asked someone on the scene to fill his shoes.
It was at least a ten-minute walk home from the crime scene, and these were undoubtedly the best alibi.
The deepest restlessness in my heart gradually calmed down.
Song Lan remembered that it was mentioned in a criminal psychology book that the first step for a perfect lie is to make yourself believe it.
Many criminals are unable to do this, and their flaws are eventually discovered.
Just now, Song Lan had successfully convinced herself.
In terms of objective conditions, he does not have the possibility of being involved in this vicious case.
Therefore, the memory fragments that still linger in his mind are just an apparition, a nightmare.
His life still maintains a steady pace.
Then, an unexpected call interrupted Song Lan's thoughts.
When the phone rang four times, he answered the call. A slightly tired female voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello?"
"I'm working overtime today, so I'll be back later."
"Ah, Director Lu, do you need to work overtime urgently? I'll be here right away!"
Song Lan's surprised tone was just right.
"Need not……"
"Oh, what do you want, supervisor?"
"hungry."
Still in a short and powerful tone, he said, "I'll get home around twelve o'clock."
"receive."
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, there was only an unsettling silence in the office. Lu Xiang looked at the darkened sky and clenched his fists regretfully.
Failed again and again!
She closed the book with the cover "A Love Tip Every Day" and pushed it aside. Although she had rehearsed silently in her mind before making the call, as soon as she heard the other party's voice, everything went back to reporting on work in the past. similar pace.
Work is important, don’t think about whether these things are available or not!
Lu Xiang calmed down and looked at the documents arranged on the table.
The reason why she brought Anjie Foster's body back to the department immediately was to obtain first-hand information before the Foster family heard the news and came.
Facts have proved that her judgment was correct.
Although Anjie Foster died, the high-end prosthetic eyes she implanted recorded what happened before they rushed into the crime scene.
Although Anjie's head was covered tightly with a cloth bag throughout the whole process, all the sounds in the room were recorded intact.
It was the deciphered original voice that made Lu Xiang feel that this case might not be simple.
She heard gunshots.
There was no sound except the gunfire.
The two trembling hostages seemed stunned by the sound of gunfire, and could not utter a single syllable in the next six seconds.
Six seconds later, she led people to break through the door.
In other words, someone killed everyone on the scene except the hostages within these six seconds, and also blended in with the hostages, or disappeared without a trace under the dragnet they set.
