St. Mary's Forest Park was extremely quiet late at night. The vast lawn was covered with a starry sky of lights. After getting off the car, Munch went to the place where Ginger fainted. The blood stains had been cleaned up and the ground damaged by bullets had been repaired. whole.
The trash can not far away showed obvious signs of being turned over. Munch took a closer look and saw a series of shallow bloody claw marks on the ground, mixed with brown and white animal hair.
"Bain!" Monk's heart tightened, and he followed the remaining traces and ran all the way to the hillside next to the church.
Bain was lying on the edge of the hillside. Next to him, there was a newly dug pit, and Teddy's body lay in it. Monk ran over, Bain's tail was wagging feebly, and his body collapsed in Monk's arms. The pure white hair was dyed yellow-black, and the nails on the two front paws were turned out and red and swollen due to long-term digging.
It turned out that Bain had been standing by Teddy's side, waiting for the police and Ginger to leave, then took his body out of the trash can and dragged it to the side of the church, preparing to bury the dead Teddy.
Under the cover of night, Bain struggled up from Munch's arms and kept pushing soil into the pit with his head. Munch was also silently helping.
Ginger shed only a few tears for Teddy, mixed with the fear caused by the gunshots, and then threw the body into the trash can casually. She won't care, she will soon get a lively pet again, maybe a teddy, or maybe another breed.
Only Bain, who had a chance encounter with Teddy, was willing to go to great lengths to put him to rest.
Only the same kind can share joys and sorrows. In a sense, different classes are no longer the same kind. The huge parasitic tower not far away was quietly emitting purple energy ripples all around, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with it.
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It's early the next morning in Bridge Payton's office.
The pattern of the City Security Bureau is still as bright as new, and the virtual sphere suspended in the center of the room is rotating smoothly. The information from each department is constantly intersecting on the sphere, shimmering. Calvin sat in front of the streamlined desk with a serious expression.
Ten hours have passed since Bridge picked up Calvin from the interrogation room last night, during which time he has been placed in Bridge's exclusive lounge. Not knowing the progress of the case, let alone Monk's interrogation, he always felt that the bullet casings he provided would be a breakthrough in the investigation of the case. Bridge didn't say a word to him until the guide robot took him into the office.
Finally, the wall with the badges on it parted to the left and right, a strong smell of smoke drifted out, and Bridge walked out of it with bloodshot eyes.
"What's going on? Uncle Payton." When Calvin saw the familiar figure, he felt an urge to cry.
Bridge held a vintage pipe in his right hand and patted Calvin on the shoulder with his left hand, telling him to calm down and sit down to talk.
"How is the case? Have you found any traces of the murderer? Is there a mole in the City Security Bureau? I recognized it at a glance as regular police equipment. Our team should clean it up thoroughly to prevent criminals from getting in. Got a loophole!"
After a moment of silence, Calvin regained his talkative nature and analyzed in front of Bridge, not missing any opportunity to express himself.
"Last night, the digital coding comparison of the bullet casings you provided quickly produced results." Bridge put the pipe into his mouth, took a deep breath, and the smoke slowly came out of his nose. "The bullet belonged to your father, Donnie Young."
"This..." Calvin suddenly stiffened and couldn't believe his ears, "This is impossible. You know that my father has..."
"Yeah, I don't believe it either, but it's a fact." Bridge projected the identification results onto the streamlined desk. "The warhead extracted at the scene completely matches the shell casing you provided, and it is confirmed to be the same bullet."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Someone must be framing me! Can't you see such an obvious method?"
"Whether I can see it or not is not important. The key is the evidence. Since he disappeared, all his related items, including weapons, have been sealed in a safe by me and no one else can access it. So, this bullet , it should be the one that Donnie carried on his last mission. Besides..."
Bridge hesitated for a moment, put the pipe back into his mouth, looked at Calvin with a complicated expression, and said: "Besides, Downey was only considered missing. There is no evidence to prove that he has been sacrificed. Thinking about it from another angle, maybe This is a good thing, maybe your father is still alive..."
"In addition, in view of the special circumstances of the case, your father's portrait will be temporarily removed from the monument and the title of city hero will be temporarily withdrawn. His original honor will be restored when the case comes to light."
In a daze, a palace of faith in Calvin's heart was easily knocked down by Bridge with a few words. He doesn't care about his father's honorary title, he only cares about his father's innocence.
"If we remove him from the monument before the facts are clear, won't we tell people in disguise that he is guilty?" When Calvin said this, tears almost welled up in his eyes.
Bridge did not take up the topic, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Finally, you should take this opportunity to have a good rest and come back to work after the case is over to avoid getting into unnecessary trouble. "
Calvin's eyes were surprised at first, and then disappointed. He put his police badge on the table, frowned, gritted his teeth, and turned around to leave Bridge's office without saying another word.
Bridge looked at the police badge on the table, then at the photo with Downey, and called the number from last night.
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Rumors that Donny Young's bullet killed Teddy in Ginger's arms continued to ferment in the streets. Every material distribution point is an accelerator for rumors to mutate.
After a few hours of evolution, the version has become "Donny Young's ghost continues to transform into a city hero, haunting wealthy areas on full-moon nights, shooting evildoers with evil intentions, and secretly stealing stolen goods. Put it into the original food warehouse and distribute it to the people in need through material distribution."
Some elderly people, after receiving the supplies, will move in the direction of the memorial obelisk and put their hands together to show their gratitude. Some radical young people even knelt down and shouted Donnie Young's name loudly.
This move quickly triggered a wave of imitations, so much so that the Material Distribution Committee had to urgently list Donnie Young's name as an official banned word at material distribution points.
Of course, some people like to hear stories about robbing the rich and giving to the poor, while others like to see the excitement of falling from the altar. In other versions, Downey turned into a terrifying brain-eater who specialized in eating the brains of various living animals...
Regardless of the rumors, it has become an established fact that Downey's portrait has been removed from the monument. In the whirlpool of various rumors, Calvin is like a broken paper boat, ready to fall into the endless abyss at any time.
City Security Bureau press conference hall.
Bridge serves as the first spokesperson and attends monthly press conferences. Because there were too many rumors about Downey, this meeting had to be held a few days in advance.
The press conference hall is located on the underground floor of the City Security Bureau. It is a regular hexagonal hall that can accommodate 3,000 people. There are no empty seats. All major media outlets are waiting and focusing their cameras on the podium at the venue, for fear of missing any headlines. Chance.
Bridge straightened his collar and stepped onto the podium in a dizzying flash of light. After paying tribute to the people present, the audience gradually became quiet.
"First of all, thank you all for your hard work. Today I won't take you too long. I mainly want to explain three issues." Bridge glanced around and stopped in the middle, with the machine protected by police isolation tape. From his position, he knew that behind the camera, Sammy Anderson was paying attention to every move of the press conference.
"First, all rumors about Downey Young are false information. Please refer to official reports for everything. The information that can be revealed at present is that a bullet belonging to Downey was indeed found at the scene, but where did the bullet come from, and The person suspected of shooting the victim is still under investigation. In order to cooperate with the investigation, starting today, all wingsuit flying activities will be banned citywide."
"Some people say that it was just a dog that was killed, and there is no need to waste a lot of public resources on investigating. What do you think about this issue?"
"Does this case involve the privileged behavior of a prominent figure?"
"It is said that there was a young man walking his dog at the crime scene. Can you reveal more information about him?"
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As soon as the first explanation ended, the reporters in the audience began to become restless and asked all kinds of difficult questions to the stage. Bridge clearly has a lot of experience handling this kind of scenario. He picked up a glass of water from the table, took a sip, smiled and said to the reporters in the audience: "Due to time constraints, there will no longer be a question and answer session at this meeting. If you need to know more details, please contact the city Contact the relevant departments of the Security Bureau.”
The crowd in the audience began to whisper, and Bridge stared at the little white rabbit in the audience with his deep eyes like a hawk. For a few seconds, the noise completely disappeared.
"Second, two more cases of missing male teenagers occurred this month. The characteristics are consistent with the previous serial disappearance cases. None of the missing persons had body implants. One was 21 and the other was 23. The police speculated that the case was related to the mystery Religious sacrificial activities are related. In the next month, the City Security Bureau will cooperate with the Religious Affairs Bureau to conduct strict inspections of religious activities across the city."
"Third, I would like to add an important piece of information regarding the disappearance of Beverly Andrew." Bridge put down the speech in his hand, looked at the camera in the middle, and said the following:
"A comprehensive investigation into Beverly Andrew found that before his disappearance, he hacked into a private server and downloaded a piece of data from it. We still don't know the specific content, but according to reliable sources, the data he downloaded exists in a Among the black X-03 memory cards, after our careful investigation, we can confirm that the memory card was accidentally lost. If anyone finds it, we hope to contact the City Security Bureau as soon as possible. We have reason to believe that the data in the card can help us solve the problem. Solve the mystery of the serial disappearances.”
Sami looked solemn behind the camera and turned off the live broadcast. He knew that Bridge was about to escape his control. First, when handling the Ginger case yesterday, Monk was released against his will. Today, important information such as the memory card was made public without reading out the speech in accordance with the text.
This is a naked challenge!
Emotions surged, and Sami felt a sharp pain in his chest. He quickly took out two capsules from his pocket and swallowed them. He gasped, feeling the power of age and even more serious threat. He will not let power slip from his hands, he will fight back and remove all obstacles on the high platform of power.
Sami stood in front of the window and looked out. At the top of the parasitic tower, a dark cloud full of thunder and lightning was gathering from all around.
