Yes, you have a good eye. As the waiter spoke, he took off his sunglasses and mask and handed them to a security guard standing in front of him.
He gradually revealed his true face, and the obvious black mole on his chin also appeared. Ramle recognized him as a policeman from the Siam Bay Police Station at a glance. Seeing that he was wearing plainclothes, he pretended to be calm and said, Chief Jimson, why did you come to the casino to follow me with such seriousness? Intentionally? I'm not a bad person and I never do bad things. Why are you doing this to me?
Kimson laughed, which made Ramle sound eerie, and he asked what he was laughing at. Qimason said, I laughed at you for suspecting that I followed you wrongly. Tell you, there is nothing wrong. He stared at Ramle with his electric eyes, said sternly, and took away a pair of thieving hands covering the fabric of the satchel.
no no! I made it clear that this satchel is full of money. Instead, Ramler tightened the fabric of the satchel, but his hands were shaking a little.
We don’t want your money. Of course, if your money is dirty or stolen, it will be confiscated. But this is the second step. Now I mainly want to take a look at the pattern on the fabric of your satchel. As Kimson said this, he motioned for him to take his hands away from the fabric of the satchel.
He reluctantly took his hands away, and a pattern of the South African Winter Mountains appeared on the fabric of the bag. Chimason told the policeman standing beside him that there were many such satchels in Siam, but there was only one satchel with the pattern of South Africa's Winter Mountains printed on it.
Qimason looked at him closely and asked, where did this satchel come from? Ramle still calmly said that I bought it when I went to South Africa to sell straw sandals. Qimason snorted and motioned to the policeman beside him to take Ramler into the police car. He still shouted dissatisfied, Chief Qimason, what law have I broken? You arrest me. Chief Qimason replied, you told a lie. I will take you to the police station to take a polygraph test and it will be clear.
In the middle of the night, in a female dormitory of the university where Ramle studied before his death, several girls were awakened by the strange screams of Nalay Huixin Tali, who was in a dream.
They couldn't sleep anymore. You asked Na Lai Huixin Tali what she was dreaming about. She wiped a cold sweat on her forehead and said that I just dreamed that Ramle came to express my gratitude to me. I asked him if he had any dreams. What can I say thank you for? I didn't redress his grievances. He said that after I reported the case to the police, the police had caught the man who killed him through investigation and evidence collection, which was considered to have avenged his injustice. After a period of time, Ramle will be sentenced to death by the court for further harm.
I asked him how Lahmler killed him. He did not tell me in detail. He only said that the court would post a notice at that time. You will know the process and intention of Lahmler's death at a glance. Clearly. I was very excited when I heard this and shouted, "Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay," and I woke up somehow.
The girls in the neighboring bunk who were chirping just now fell silent. One of the girls turned on her cell phone in bed and didn't know what she was looking at. Anyway, there was a bright light shaking.
She suddenly got out of bed, sent the text on the mobile phone screen to Nalay Huixin Tali, who was lying on the adjacent bunk, and said, "Look, you don't need to wait for the court to post a notice. I just used my mobile phone to surf the Internet and put the expanded A search on Baidu for the name of the man who killed Lamule revealed this message: "The gangsters smashed the business partner to death and buried his body in the pond, and the gangsters expanded the harm to Lamle for the sake of money and life."
is that true? Narai Huixin Tali took the phone and asked, carefully reading the message word for word.
According to reports, Rumler died tragically. Half a year ago, Ramle, who was prospering in the straw sandal business in South Africa, returned to China many times to organize the supply of goods. The supply of goods became tight. He happened to meet Ramle, who promised to help him purchase large quantities in the countryside. Guaranteed supply of straw sandals.
A few days later, Ramle filled the satchel he bought from South Africa with the payment for the goods, about more than 100,000 Siamese coins. He followed Ramle to the countryside of the Gulf of Siam and approached a sip of water. When he was in the pond, there was a section of slippery dirt road. He was walking on it and one of his feet slipped. His body tilted quite a bit. If he hadn't been holding on to the ground with one hand, he would have fallen. Although he didn't fall, the palm that landed on the ground was stained with dirt.
Ramler held the satchel on his chest and walked directly to the pier of the pond to wash his hands. At this moment, Ramle suddenly had evil thoughts. Maybe something happened to Lamule, and someone happened to have left a wooden stick on the pond. He couldn't help but pick it up, quietly and quickly approached the pier of the pond, and hit Lamle hard on the back of the head. . This time, Ramle, who was hit hard, fainted and fell into the pond.
Ramle did not do any more harm than he did, and he took the opportunity to use the wooden stick to press Ramle's head into the water. After only a few minutes, he drowned.
Ramle looked up again, but there was still no one around. He immediately took off the satchel full of cash from Ramler's body and slung it over his body. Seeing that Ramle's body had sunk into the water, he proudly said to himself, "I did this without being noticed..."
After reading the story of how Ramle was brutally killed by Ramle, Narai Huixin Tali couldn't help but burst into tears. She cried and scolded her cousin Ramle for being worse than a beast.
It was late at night and the surroundings were silent. Several roommates were still sending each other the message on their phones, each feeling heavy. They discussed that the dream Nale Huixin Tali had was really effective. Could it be said that this was an arrangement from somewhere?
Soon, a prison van drove into the Siam Bay Funeral Home in the wilderness. Director Salali expected that the dead body of a prisoner who had been executed was to be dragged here for cremation. He immediately arranged for two employees on duty to prepare a cart containing the body. The car is waiting at the venue.
The prison van parked in the parking space, the door opened, and a handcuffed death row inmate was pushed out of the van. He staggered and almost fell. He turned around and looked at the bailiff who pushed him hard with hateful eyes.
The bailiff who got out of the car then shouted dissatisfied, "What are you looking at?" I want you to see the King of Hell right away. The prisoner on death row didn't seem to be afraid of death. He also retorted with words, "What does it have to do with you if I see the King of Hell?"
The bailiff did not continue to argue with the death row prisoner, but only discussed something with the other two bailiffs who had just come down. Among the three of them was a medical examiner, and the medicine box the medical examiner was carrying had an eye-catching red cross pattern painted on it.
When Salali saw the forensic doctor, he was a little confused. Who was he treating? Our funeral home staff are not sick. Salali looked at the policeman again and thought: This is not an execution ground, so we can't shoot people! These questions were resolved one by one.
I saw two bailiffs winking at each other, pressing the condemned prisoner onto the cart containing the corpse, and ordered him to lie down, but he reluctantly lay down. One of the bailiffs said, we will not shoot you, we will give you a civilized death.
Salali suddenly spoke, Alas, our funeral home cannot cremate living people. When the forensic doctor heard what he said, he smiled and stretched out his hand to tap Salali on the shoulder, telling him to leave it alone. Then the forensic doctor opened the medicine box, took out a well-prepared syringe, approached the prisoner on death row and said, "Ramler, please close your eyes as if sleeping. Don't be afraid. Maybe twenty years later, you will be a prisoner again." A good man.
Ramler really cooperated, with his eyes slightly closed, and the forensic doctor injected him with an injection. As the injection disappeared from the syringe and entered his blood, he gradually fell asleep.
