Dark Demon Warlock Chapter 82

  Chapter 82 Coroner

   "Shua!"

  The crowd who were terrified and flustered by the sudden eruption of **** scenes became strangely quiet after seeing the tragic situation of the young man.

After Art pressed the wound and pasted it on the yellow needle, the young man was like an epileptic, his body convulsed and trembled non-stop, his skin, pupils, nails, etc. turned waxy yellow in just a few seconds, the convulsions stopped, and the whole body The person swelled up rapidly as if inflated, and the skin was stretched bright and smooth, like a balloon filled with water, and the slightly swaying liquid under the skin could be vaguely seen, as if it would explode with just a light touch.

  Yate's expression became more and more ugly.

  When the people around saw the situation in front of them, how could they not understand that this young man had bad intentions?

  Timidly covered his mouth and left quickly.

   Boldly hid aside, watching the development of the situation.

  When the traffic policeman discovered the conflict here, he was stunned for a moment and didn't step forward.

  He is not stupid, he knows when to behave and what not to mix.

  Yate took off the gloves from the young man and put them on his own before carefully searching him.

   Quickly found a flat wallet about 3 fingers wide and **** long. After unfastening the buckle, a row of 5 slender leather bags was revealed.

  One leather bag is empty, and each of the other four leather bags has a pin stuck in it.

  This needle is larger than ordinary household needles.

  He wrapped another layer of clothes on the outside of the glove before picking up the poison needle on the ground and inserting it into the empty leather pouch.

  There seems to be a magnet at the bottom of the leather bag to hold the needle, and there is a small buckle at the top that can be fastened, so you don't have to worry about the poisonous needle accidentally falling out.

  There was no identity information in the wallet, so he left it where he was.

   After finishing all this, he stood up, looked at the traffic policeman, and waved to him.

  Although the traffic police didn't come forward, they didn't dodge either.

  Pedestrians around can see that this is a killing game against Yate, and he can naturally see it too.

   After hesitating for a while, he still bit the bullet and stepped forward.

  Looking at Art's behavior, it doesn't look irrational.

  However, he walked slowly.

   "After the police come, let them go to Sigrid Pier to find me, just look for Major Lane!" Art saw his fear, did not wait for him to approach, left such a sentence before turning and leaving.

  The three vehicles had already fled the scene. Although the truck driver was not dead, he was injured and hid aside.

  He ignored these people, he had already written down their faces anyway, and the first thing to do was to leave the scene.

   No matter who the murderer is behind the scenes, it is not surprising that such unscrupulous people can command the officials.

  He doesn't want to enter the opponent's home court, and when he is restricted, avoiding is the best choice.

  Compared to Professor Hughes, Moore Lane is more suitable.

   Not without speculation about the identity of the murderer, Hugh Defoe!

   I just learned that this guy is investigating me, so it's hard not to doubt him.

  However, the grievances between him and Hugh Defoe did not seem to reach this level.

   Wait for the results of the investigation to come out.

   "It's terrible!" The traffic policeman looked at the background where he left in a hurry, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, and finally spit out this sentence.

   It is known that one party is involved with Major Ryan, so can the other party be less powerful?

  As the only official person on the scene, there is no way to escape!

  You won't be silenced, right?

  Thinking of this, the traffic policeman suddenly became alarmed, hurriedly used the police's internal communicator to report, and then hid in a shop by the roadside.

   Cannot leave the site.

  The owner of this store is hiding behind the counter and watching secretly.

  No matter which world, the heart of human gossip is the same.

   "What did you see?" The traffic policeman calmed down his panic a little, and pretended to ask questions.

   "The one who died wanted to plot against that person..." the shop owner stood up and replied truthfully.

  In the inner city, in addition to nobles, officials, big businessmen, etc., there are many people who work for them.

  The store owner is hired to look after the store.

  The traffic policeman found a hidden corner and sat down, carefully and repeatedly questioning him many times until the police arrived.

   Not a patrol, but someone from the Operations Department.

  5 police cars.

  The leader is a middle-aged white man with a mustache.

  Gustav Cook, deputy director of the Municipal Bureau.

  The accident involved Major Lane's people, as well as murder, so the police couldn't ignore it.

   "Director Cook!" The traffic policeman felt relieved and ran out in a hurry.

   "Tell me in detail!" Gustav Cook frowned and said angrily.

  He doesn't want to come.

  What the traffic police can see clearly, can he not see it?

   But there is no way, the police must send a heavyweight to lead the team, so he was elected.

  The traffic police told the story of the incident.

   At this time, the police had already inspected the scene and arrested the truck driver by the way.

  The truck driver insisted that it was an accident.

   Mouthful of alcohol, very convincing.

   Gustav Cook would have believed him had he not been there.

  This technique, you tell me it was an accident?

  The truck overturned, but there was no explosion or fire, and the driver only broke a leg. In addition, the position, angle, etc. were also controlled very precisely, and the sand in the truck just submerged the truck.

Accident?

Ha ha!

  Gustav Cook waved his hand and asked his subordinates to take him down.

  These people on site are enough, I don't want to know too much for now.

   himself came to the corpse.

  The coroner is in place and is examining the corpse.

   "Wasp people." A subordinate said in his ear.

   Gustav Cook frowned even more.

  The Hornets is a killer organization, there are professionals and ordinary people in it, with despicable means, and feared by all forces.

   Its signature toxin "wasp", the symptoms after poisoning are exactly the same as the corpse in front of you.

  The process is already known.

  The person who caused the traffic accident and the person who hired the wasp took action, two prongs.

   This is for fear of killing the other party!

  But I didn't expect it, and there was an accident.

   "What a strength!" At this moment, one of the coroners suddenly exclaimed.

  The dead man's wrist was flexible and tough, obviously after special training, but it was twisted with brute force!

  Twisting and dislocation, or simple fractures may not be too difficult, but twisting abruptly like this is not something ordinary people can do.

   "You mean the perpetrator was a professional in the reinforcement department?" asked a tender-faced young coroner next to him.

   Gustav Cook and several subordinates also looked over.

  The deceased looked like this, and it was impossible for ordinary coroners to see his state before his death. The one who spoke first could be said to be the trump card among the coroners. Regardless of his age, he was only in his 30s, but he had handled hundreds if not a thousand corpses.

   It is said that this person studies corpses as a hobby.

   "Maybe." The "ace" stared at the position where Art was standing before, as if simulating something in his mind, and replied casually.

  A policeman questioned the bystander, who also heard the incident.

   "It's not from the enhancement system!" After a while, he suddenly said.

  Unlike before, this time in a positive tone.

   "Art Byron, a student of Professor Amos Hughes..." At this moment, a policeman who was investigating Art's information came over and said quietly.

  The young coroner who was about to speak hastily closed his mouth.

  (end of this chapter)

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