San Mateo City, Central District.

Ninth Primary School, semi-basement of the old teaching building.

Ives has no mobile phone or Internet, and has nothing to do, which is worse than Carl in the detention center - the school has regular meals, two dishes and one soup, you can play table tennis, chess and watch TV, and have outdoor activities.

Ivis was in the isolated safe house, and after half a day, he thought about rushing out and being arrested...

He claimed to be the best fighters and could fight invincible detention centers. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Carl was too cautious and overcorrect.

Maybe you don’t have to die if you go into the shift?

Mimosa Dalton's broken feeling, I don't know if it's effective!

Avis spread his limbs and lay in the middle of the safe house without even turning on the lights.

He also wanted to have some fun, but the safe house was bare, with only a whispering wardrobe and an old sofa covered with plastic cloth.

Not even a TV!

Simple changes in laundry and vacuum-packed quilts and pillows are stored in the wardrobe.

The washing table and toilet are the largest ancillary facilities of the safe house.

Pots and pans are in the far left drawer under the huge washing table.

The dry food for winter is piled behind the old sofa.

The vacuum-packed staple foods such as rice, rice noodles, noodles, slim, compressed biscuits are neatly arranged, and it is obvious that it is a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The rest are canned and dried foods.

Lunch meat, canned fish, canned braised pork, canned colorful diced vegetables, canned pork head meat...

Protein powder, various dried vegetables, various dried vegetables, fruits and melons...

It turns out that there are fast foods sold on the market that can be stored for a long time, and they have all accumulated in this safe house.

Carl prepared a person's stockpiling volume for half a year, but according to the consumption rate of Ivis, it is estimated that he can finish it in two months.

"Wuwu miss Alison very much..."

Ai Gou turned over underground, hugged her weak and helpless self, who was very fond of food, and regretted it.

"Mad shouldn't have been so dedicated! I went down the mountain with a scam call! Damn it! Isn't it nice to stay in bed and guard my wife?!"

Avis was trapped in the semi-basement, and his already unhealthy spirit began to get confused.

With a "bang", Ai Gou slapped himself with a backhand.

"It's all my fault that Karl! I'm so strict with me! I feel so responsible! I think the world is waiting for me to save it! Damn! I will never listen to gray-haired words again!"

Avis jumped from the ground, cursed loudly, and was emotionally excited, "Damn it, if I ran away directly, I wouldn't be knocked out and framed! What kind of fucking truck drivers will be dead!! Mad was so unlucky to be an agent! 'Take the safety of the lives and property of the federal people as your responsibility'! What people's hunting dog! 'Go to social stability as the criterion'!"

Avis slaps three times in a row and scolds the big signs hanging on the wall of the Galileo Bureau of Investigation...

After stomping my feet and scolding for two hours, exhausted, I fell asleep on the floor...

More than ten kilometers away, the handsome single-eyed man who had been working for two weeks was a stare at the office of the Bureau of Transmission.

Their masters, one of them, ate bean rice in the detention center, and the other scolded the world and everything in the basement.

Bitu contacted each other, and Carl, Avis, and Neil didn't answer the phone.

Marcole, who looks like a criminal, doesn't even have a cell phone.

Bitu, who has been a Mountie, is more calm than the disgusting Marcole who has just grown up.

Bitu knows about the strange bureau and is more sensitive. He is not easy to ask other state police or want to close the department. He immediately contacted the naive senior sister Tracy who is still on vacation.

Tracy was cooking in his hometown, boiling water to kill chickens, full of joy in eating chickens, and had no idea what happened to the unit, so he called Evette to Bitu.

"Sister Campbell, I am Bitulikant. Today, I am the day shift and middle shift. It seems that no one in our group is working and we have not notified us to take a vacation. Do you know what's going on?"

Pang Yi, who was manipulating the sand to rush over the community trash can, was covered with stinky dust raised by the garbage dumpster. She wiped her face and said:

"Oh, forget you! Something happened today. Ives and Neil can't take you for the time being. The boss is not here. Bitu, you can take Marcole for dinner today, and Tracy will come back to take you into the case tomorrow."

Pang Yi had just finished giving an explanation, and Zhen Nifa from the forensic department called, "Bitu, I won't tell you anymore. You can do it. If you have a phone call in, you can hang up first."

Switching calls, Happy Fat Jennifer and Nezheer always bring good news.

"Sister Yvette, look for disposable gloves! Blue stretch polyethylene gloves! There may be fingerprints inside!"

Zhen Nifa said excitedly.

She should have gotten off work at 8 o'clock in the morning, and for the sake of Neil's case, she stayed up until the afternoon. She took a few interns and trace inspection specialists and not only turned over the crime scene hundreds of times, but also touched all the garbage cans, balcony, terrace, roadside... in a radius of a mile.

The intern who was finally tested for biochemical discovery found a small piece of blue polyethylene film that did not belong to anything in the room.

This intern is a chemical substance inspector that Neil has brought before. He is very caring for him and can be regarded as a thousand days of raising troops and is used for a while.

When the intern found this fragment in the messy and chaotic quilt underwear, she clamped it with tweezers and stared for a long time.

This small piece of blue soft plastic is about to speak!

Then the intern screamed excitedly and quickly packed it back to the state bureau to verify the guess.

As expected, as they were consistent in their speculation, the real murderer stole key cards in the hotel, opened the door, killed people, stuffed a knife into Neil's hand and framed it without leaving any fingerprints, and must have worn gloves.

When the first stab at the victim, the victim may wake up or struggle, and the murderer may have uniform movements, such as covering his mouth.

Nazhel, a man in a colorful white coat, has checked many times. In addition to the traces left by the philosophy of life, there are no struggling injuries or external injuries. There are no third-person tissues or traces around the mouth and between teeth.

In order to design this frame-up plot, the real murderer carefully put on gloves.

According to Carl's super power slap, the real murderer also has strange super powers that can make people unable to capture his figure.

The glove fragments were found to confirm the conjecture.

If you can still find the glove body, extract the DNA inside, and directly reach the top to solve the case!

Before this, Evette had been looking for needles in a haystack to look for loose clothes with blood.

There are a few fabric fibers sandwiched between the wooden handle and blade of the weapon.

The murderer killed someone for the purpose of frame-up, and it was impossible for him to wear bloody clothes everywhere. Except for some lunatics who have a habit of collecting, they would leave the bloody clothes of murderers, and they would generally choose to burn or discard them.

Evette made great efforts to make this possible, sweating profusely in the scorching sun in the late autumn.

Now find the glove fragments and get closer to the truth!
Chapter completed!