A car that was overturned, two men who were cut by a knife, and a woman with two ribs broken, the patrolman who received the report only used a flashlight to take a photo on the car, and saw several sets of children's clothes and smelled the sweet smell that the police could train. Then look at a large bottle of ether solvent and intoxicated towel in the car. This is a major vicious case involving human traffickers!

Notify the detective immediately!

Lao Yang arrived at the scene half an hour later with his own people.

Xiao Shao took people to pay attention to the fingerprints on the items in the car and the knives, and was preparing to record confessions to the three injured.

Old Yang squatted on the road, gently touched the most inconspicuous pool of oil stains on the street with his fingers, and sniffed it carefully in front of his nose, and just like Buck, he immediately judged: "Edible gutter oil?"

He stood up with a frown and listened to Xiao Shao whispering in his ear: "Two online wanted kidnapping and trafficking criminals, and that woman was the main culprit of the major abduction of the subordinates' abduction case last year... She recognized it without trial. It seems that she was a black man. I saw a piece of anesthesia cloth I just used, which means they have succeeded, but now they have not seen the child."

Lao Yang shook his head gently: "Someone sets a trap here...a careful trap. Check the cameras around here. I need to see who has stayed here. It is necessary within a few hours before the incident. This is a criminal master!"

A master?

Killing is not difficult.

A person who is powerless and can kill someone in anger.

The difficulty is that everything is being calculated, skillfully using anything at hand, turning waste into treasures cleanly and form an organic combination to achieve the final result.

Buck's performance just now perfectly explained what professionalism is.

The key is that his heartbeat didn't even accelerate. Such a scene... is too pediatric.

He stood in the darkness at the height of the ladder a hundred meters away, quietly watching the police car coming from below. He just took a brief look and immediately blocked the scene, waiting for support, and was more likely to be a criminal policeman, and then turned around and left silently.

For Buck, the blood was just a little hotter, and he stood by the oven and grilled the barbecue for several hours, but he was even more interested in the fight between the rabbit and the harrier.

He is already full of killing or stimulating blood, so where is it a barbecue?

To be honest, Buck's mind was a little confused, which seemed to be different from the peaceful life he expected, but it did not affect his instinct to hide from the crowd on the street along the darkness, and finally stuffed the child into the space under the oven, and opened the door and hung it on the tricycle.

After the ether anesthetic is in a coma, it is best to give a lot of water and ventilate. However, if you have heartbeat and breathing now, it means that the anesthetic has been diluted. The three of them are familiar with each other, so they are ready to speed up home on a motorcycle. They should first get a breath of wind to let the child resolve it as much as possible. After a while, they should wake up. At that time, it is not too late to ask what it has to do with the little beggar.

He didn't plan to call the police because such a little girl didn't have the common fragrance on her body. She really tasted a little...it was similar to the dirty taste of the little beggar, and it also had a bit...barbecue flavor!

It is not a wise choice to stay here if you look at the sky in the distance with the flashing shadows of the police lights.

But as soon as I was driving the motorcycle, I saw an inconspicuous little figure stumbled on the street. This time I became much more familiar with it, it was a little beggar!

When Buck jumped out of the car and walked towards the little figure, he obviously saw a large piece of blood stain on the little beggar's chest, which made Buck take off his sweatshirt that he had already put on, speeding up his pace, and covering the child's chest.

The little beggar who looked around saw Buck. Tears were hanging on his face without a mask, and he suddenly hugged Buck's thighs: "...I...my sister...my mother..." The tense mental state seemed to show signs of collapse. Buck's thin shorts immediately felt wet, and the child cried!

Buck couldn't imagine what he looked like to be gentle to the child. His rough fingers flashed over the back of the child's neck, and he simply bowed and picked him up: "I picked up a child... Come and see if it's your sister."

The child who lay on his shoulder and held back the crying sound but burst into tears suddenly popped up. If Buck hadn't hugged him firmly, he might have fallen down. His bright big eyes were filled with tears, looking at Buck, in disbelief.

Buck hugged him just to cover the blood on the child's chest, quickly returned to the side of the motorcycle, put the child down at the oven door, and the little beggar rushed over: "Sister! Sister..." He turned his head and finally connected into a sentence: "What's wrong... What's wrong with her?"

Seeing the little figure hiding behind the oven, no one noticed it, Buck lit a cigarette: "Three people snatched her away. I thought it was you, I snatched it back. This was anesthetic with the drug and woke up later." For a teenage child, Buck tried to make it simple.

The little beggar did not thank him and looked anxious: "My mother...my mother is bleeding!"

Buck frowned a little, jumped onto the motorcycle with a cigarette in his mouth: "Hurry up and take a look... You sit on the fuel tank to show you the way, she's fine."

The little beggar carefully covered the stainless steel furnace door before climbing onto the motorcycle: "There is a fork in front...there is a road crossing in front."

It was a very dilapidated alley. Buck knew very well that the motorcycle lights were even more dilapidated. It belonged to the abandoned area between power plants, railways, and schools in this area. The wild grasses, shrubs and ruins were more crowded. Even Buck didn't like to come here to play when he was a child.

A few steps away from the roadside, he was in a dilapidated house, but he built a small shed with asphalt felt as a roof. He cleaned a little open space at the door and planted a few vegetables. Now he was trampled to pieces. A bag of leftover meat, steamed buns and clothes were thrown on the ground. Buck felt aroused in his heart, got out of the car and picked up his bamboo knife. The little beggar pounced on him, and cried in pain when he entered the shed: "Mom..."

In addition to thinking that the child likes to cry so much, Buck lowered his head and followed in. A woman with worn clothes but still clean leaned against the shed. There was a large piece of blood on her gray shirt. Buck felt sad just by reaching out to touch her. The carotid artery was completely unresponsive. Without looking at her pupils, she understood that there was no vitality anymore. The standard symptoms of large-scale bleeding, the sticky blood where her fingers touched, and the obvious knife marks on her chest, indicating the ruthlessness and hasteness of the person who started the attack.

But this place is obviously different from the battlefield. Buck reached out and pulled away and threw himself on his mother. The little beggar: "Your mother is dead...what is going on..." Now he regretted a little. He should have either killed the three people directly or not hurt people. Now he was hesitant even calling the police, how could he explain to the police that he had saved the child, and he didn't even have an ID card.

The three people who were caught now revealed the possibility of this place... but there is still a lot of time.

Buck made a decision in his mind. He originally planned to bring a bamboo knife to clean up his footprints, but now he bowed and turned out to dig a hole in the open space outside.

It is impossible to throw the body here completely. Follow this road and go to the riverside. If you throw it into the river, you will still be salvaged. It is better to bury it on the spot. Even if the police find it here, they can find the body. The rest depends on luck.

To be honest, Buck did not regard the police as a great thing in his heart. He didn't kill people just now, but because he left the war zone, he tried to follow the normal thinking model. This is the basic principle of battlefield psychological treatment. He himself is a military doctor, so of course he is very clear.

If you really find yourself, surrender or wander around the world depends on your mood at that time.

That is a matter of changing the lifestyle, not a big deal.

It is a big deal to accompany your parents.

Just looking at the little beggar standing next to him, Buck realized that the child was no longer qualified to accompany his parents, and shook his head: "What's going on? You just came back from get off work, why is your mother... and what's wrong with your sister?"

The little beggar's eyes were not focused, as if they were not aware of it, and he looked blankly at something: "I don't know... I don't know..."

Buck just distracted him: "Come and help me, bury your mother. This kind of weather won't last long. She was killed by those three bad guys, and they have been caught by the police." In fact, when the little girl woke up, it would probably be clear that they were just handed over to the police or to the welfare agency?

The little beggar was still mute. He barely came over and stood beside Buck. His eyes unconsciously watched Buck dig out a pit with sweating profusely, and then watched Buck turn around and arch his mother's body out, wrap it with a broken mat and put it into the pit. His face was already silently filled with tears, but it washed out the dirty face.

Buck has not known how many people he has buried, but his heart is as strong as iron. He just feels that the woman in his hand is extremely light and his health is not good. Even if he does not die from bleeding too much, his physical function will not last for a few years.

A pale but relatively beautiful face doesn't look like a beggar, but she has died.

Even in a prosperous era, there is still such a dark side and a sad person.

The bamboo knife is not only a good tool for barbecue, but it is also very useful to bury people now. Holding the flat push with both hands, a large pile of soil buried the thin and pitiful body. The little beggar suddenly knelt down at this time, and cried out in a heart-wrenching voice: "Mom..."

Buck knew that no matter how you shouted, there would be no one to save me. He looked quietly, but he didn't say good-sounding: "Is it useful to cry? You know that you go to work and change food to your sister and mother every day, and now you have more responsibility to take good care of your sister. A man is a real man, and he can cry all day long? Men must be responsible! They cry at any time..."

The little beggar lying on the ground froze, and his crying seemed to stop abruptly. His shoulders were still twitching, but he was obviously trying his best to control it. His hands began to push the soil on the ground, pushing it over to bury his mother.

Buck was so cruel that he handed the bamboo knife: "Learn to use tools, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort and achieve the effect quickly and efficiently... In the future, you must learn to use your brain more when you take good care of your sister."

The little beggar solidified there for several seconds, reached out and grabbed the bamboo knife, grabbed it very strongly, but did not pull it over, and turned around on his knees and wanted to kowtow to Buck.

Buck's words are even more unpleasant: "A man has gold under his knees, and he has to face it with his poor or hardship! Why kneel down!"
Chapter completed!