"Chichi..."

A total of seven police cars stopped outside the abandoned factory. Thirty police officers quickly jumped out of the police cars. Four of them drew their pistols and rushed to both sides of the factory gate.

Other police officers quickly rushed into the factory and found nothing except some bodies.

"vomit……"

Less than a minute after entering, two police officers suddenly rushed out, squatted in front of a police car and vomited crazily.

"what happened?"

A police detective came over with a sour expression and asked.

"Detective Seth..."

The policeman raised his head, temporarily stopped vomiting, and his face turned pale.

"We found many bodies inside, and..."

When the word "cadaver" was mentioned, the policeman seemed to think of something again and started vomiting again.

"Corpse?"

The police detective, estimated to be around forty to forty-five years old, frowned and strode into the factory.

"The current police force is too overwhelmed."

Detective Seth was followed again by a young police detective who was about twenty-seven or eighty-year-old, and the other man teased with a smile on his face.

"Detective Summer."

At this time, a policewoman came out of the factory, nodded respectfully to him, then turned around and vomited.

Detective Summer looked at the policewoman and had a bad feeling in his heart. This policewoman was a senior police officer than him, and she looked so miserable.

Detective Seth and Detective Summer are partners, and they work well together. Although they have only been partners for a month, they have already solved a major serial murder case.

"Ugh... ugh..."

The two entered the factory and found that half of the dozen police officers inside were squatting on the ground and vomiting. They were all gathered around a container and did not dare to approach.

"What was found here?"

Detective Seth calmly came to a middle-aged policeman and asked in a serious tone.

"Detective Seth, we found a lot of corpses in the container."

"There are also ten corpses outside, placed behind the container."

The two police detectives walked around the container, and when they saw the ten corpses behind them, their pupils shrank and their expressions became solemn.

"And here."

The middle-aged policeman led two detectives to the door of the container. Before they got close, they smelled an unbearable stench. Detective Summer took out a handkerchief from his arms and covered it.

Mouth and nose.

"Snapped."

The middle-aged policeman turned on his flashlight and shined it inside.

The two looked at the inside of the container, their expressions suddenly changed, and more than a dozen corpses were entangled in various weird and twisted postures.

The body was also covered with a mixture of vomit and dirty feces, mixed with a large amount of blood. The entire inside of the container was like this, and even the walls were covered with filthy matter.

This kind of unparalleled visual impact, even for them, would probably give ordinary people nightmares at night just by seeing it.

"Close the door, seal off the factory, and notify headquarters."

"yes."

Seth gave an order, and the middle-aged policeman closed the door of the container, and other policemen also took action.

Seth's mental quality was obviously much better than the others. He just waved his hand gently, as if to drive away the stench.

"Click... click..."

Suddenly, there was a sound of lighter flints rubbing against his ears. Seth turned around and saw that it was Detective Summer who had a cigarette in his mouth and was lighting it with a lighter.

"call……"

Detective Summer took a deep drag on the cigarette and looked much relieved.

"cough……"

Detective Seth stared at him expressionlessly. Detective Summer looked at him and chuckled, shook his head, took out a pack of cigarettes, shook out one and handed it to him.

Then he used a lighter to light it, and Detective Seth took a nice puff.

"Good things must be shared."

Detective Seth smiled and raised his cigarette.

"Let go, let me go!"

At this time, a cry of pain came from inside the factory.

"Detective Seth, Detective Summer."

"We caught two people inside."

Four police officers pressed two naked men in front of them.

"Let go, let go of me, whatever you want to do, this is mine..."

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, Detective Summer punched one of them hard in the face, causing him to become silent.

"I like to punch first and then ask questions."

Detective Summer put away his fists and gave the two men a slap in the face.

"Where are your companions?"

Detective Summer patted his cheek and said with a malicious smile.

"What companions? There are only two of us here, no one else."

"Yes, there are just the two of us here..."

"Bang!"

Detective Summer punched out again, this time hitting the other person in the abdomen, causing him to bend over and open his mouth. The pain was so painful that he couldn't speak.

"I didn't ask you."

Detective Summer flexed his wrist, and Detective Seth stepped forward and said.

"Okay, don't fight now."

Then he looked at the two of them, stared into their eyes expressionlessly, and said calmly.

"It seems that your companions have abandoned you. It's really pitiful to leave you two here to attract the police."

Their pupils trembled. Detective Seth's words were more lethal than Detective Summer's two fists. The two lowered their heads, feeling a little depressed.

"Come and see the good things you have done."

Detective Summer pinched their chins and asked them to look at the ten stinking corpses placed behind the container, and said in a fierce tone.

"How do you think you two should be sentenced to a just death?"

When the two of them looked at the pile of corpses, they suddenly trembled, as if they remembered something terrible.

"Tell us about your companions and their hiding place, and maybe we can save your life."

"They have abandoned you anyway, so you don't have to cover for them."

"What do you think?"

Detective Seth is best at attacking criminals' psychology, while Detective Summer is good at tearing open the wounds in criminals' hearts.

But the two of them just kept shaking and couldn't say anything.

"Do you want to die!?"

Detective Summer roared angrily, drew his pistol and pointed it at their chins.

"I said, I said..."

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Detective Summer's actions frightened the two of them. He lowered his eyes and looked at the muzzle of the gun pressed against his chin, and his lips could not stop trembling.

"You said you shipped it here from the Ozma Federation?"

Detective Summer didn't believe it. The Ozma Federation was so powerful that its citizens didn't need to smuggle themselves to other countries.

"No, no, it's not..."

"It's from, it's from the Chaos Triangle..."

"No, it's none of my business. It's all the smugglers. They were organized by the smugglers. If you want to find them, just look for them. We were also forced..."
To be continued...