The patter...

The patter...

Unconsciously, it started to rain.

Standing in the rain, Zhang Yong actually felt a slight chill. Oh, it's autumn now.

The autumn rain brings a bit of coolness. It’s easy to catch a cold.

Reluctantly, I got in the car.

Go to the next location.

There is a checkpoint in front of you. They are all military police and police.

The investigation is very strict.

However, there were some idle people waiting nearby.

They were all vagrants and beggars, hunched over next to the checkpoint, as if there was no one around.

The drizzle seemed to have no effect on them.

Their bodies were covered with yellow mud, and they looked like yellow clay figures. Their original appearance was almost invisible.

A few of them were walking on crutches, holding broken bowls, covered in mud, and just passed the checkpoint in a swagger. The soldiers covered their noses and didn't want to get close to those people. Maybe it was too smelly.

"What happened to those people?"

"Oh, they're all scabby men. Even the King of Hell won't accept them."

"Do these people have papers?"

"No."

"Are they all so free?"

"Everyone's body is dry. They can't hide anything. What should they do?"

"oh……"

"If you starve to death, you have to hire someone to collect the body."

"Right."

Zhang Yong nodded.

Those people do look pitiful.

Judging from the look in his eyes, no one could tell that anyone was pretending. They should all be real beggars.

Others are in such trouble. They have sores on their heads and pus on the soles of their feet. Even the most hard-hearted soldiers probably won't be in trouble with these people.

It's best if they don't die in front of you. Otherwise, if the superior asks you to dispose of the body, you will be unlucky and you may get sick.

Many beggars have sores here and there. There are pus everywhere.

I don’t know when they will die in the corner of the street. The weather is warm, but once winter comes, heavy snow will fall...

Shake his head.

Zhang Yong pretended not to see it.

This is the reality of society. He cannot change it.

The female ghost in red...

The female ghost in red...

Where are the clues to find the female ghost in red?

"Squeak!"

Suddenly, a military vehicle arrived.

It was a car from the Military Police Headquarters. A lieutenant colonel jumped out of the car.

Gu Bafeng went up to greet the other party. Soon after, the lieutenant colonel drove away again. Gu Bafeng turned back.

"There's not much to gain from other places." Gu Bafeng sighed.

"How many people did you dispatch?" Zhang Yong looked around. There were a lot of military police. They were everywhere at the intersection.

It stands to reason that with such an alert level, even if the Transformers come, there is no way to escape. However, the fact is so weird, how does the female ghost in red move back and forth?

If the murderer is not one person, but a group of people, how are they organized? How are they coordinated?

The key is, why are they so smart?

No valuable clues were left at the scene? Only a master can do that.

The question is, where do so many masters come from...

Suddenly my mind opened up. Could it be someone from the Qinggang or Hongmen who did it?

It seems that only they have such strength.

Moreover, Intelligence and Hongmen have also placed people in the military police headquarters, who may be able to help them pass the intersection...

While thinking wildly, a red dot entered the map.

Huh?

Are there spies?

never mind……

Now we want to catch the female ghost in red, not the spy.

If you waste time on spies, no matter how many you catch, you won't be able to fill the hole of the ghost in red.

"Where is the next scene?"

“Kushui Alley.”

"How many died?"

"Seven."

"Are they all thieves active in the neighborhood?"

"no."

"Caught by the murderer?"

"right."

"Then how did they get past the checkpoint?"

"Not sure."

Gu Bafeng shook his head.

The checkpoints these days are very weak.

They can only search people passing by to see if they have any contraband and whether they have their IDs.

If there are no contraband and legal documents, there will be no obstruction. It is also impossible to record the information of everyone who comes and goes. The workload is too large and it cannot be done.

Even in the military police force, there are not many soldiers at the grassroots level who can read. How to register?

Those gentlemen who were killed in Liang Shang also followed the path of snakes and rats. They had ways to bypass the checkpoints. They drilled here and jumped there. The Eight Immortals crossed the sea and each showed their magical powers.

"So, in the face of thieves and so on, the checkpoint is actually just a decoration?"

"Absolutely. You can only investigate gentlemen, not villains. Low-level gangs have too many methods."

"well……"

Zhang Yong sighed.

How to check? Just check...

Is it too late for me to study criminal investigation now?

I have already said that I only know how to catch spies, not other people.

They want to catch some female ghost in red.

This is obviously beyond the scope of service...

Suddenly, the map showed that the red dot was getting closer and closer.

It seems like it's coming towards him?

Zhang Yong:……

Forget it. I'm in a bad mood. I'll catch a spy and give him a good beating.

If the female ghost in red couldn't be caught, she would take out her anger on the Japanese spies. After beating them, she would hang them on a lamppost to show them to the public to see if they dared to continue traveling to Jinling.

Soon after, the red dot really appeared on the street corner...

Zhang Yong's eyes darkened.

Huh?

Actually a beggar?

Wearing a cane. Holding a broken bowl. Ragged and dirty clothes.

Because of the rain, this beggar's body was covered with mud. His face was almost invisible. His head was also covered with mud and water.

The first thing that comes to mind is Miyamoto Tekuma.

Is it that guy?

Then I found out that it wasn't the case. The opponent's frame was wrong.

Disguise can change a person's face and appearance, but it cannot change the body shape.
To be continued...