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The women felt sick at the thought of cleaning that hellish Colosseum with their own hands.

"I just want to ask: Are you interested in money?" Lin Ye asked calmly.

"Interested! As long as you... what did you say?"

The women were stunned: "Money? Ah, this..."

"It's impossible for you to want to be prostitutes all your life?"

Lin Ye smiled slightly, trying to let them relax their vigilance, but instead they startled them.

"Just do me a small favor, you can take the money or any assets in this room!

I don't care about this kind of thing... You should be able to guess, so whether it is lost or given away, it is the same to me, do you understand? "

"..."

The two women looked at each other, because they were too shocked to react for a while.

But in the end, it is money that touches people's hearts, especially when they are at the bottom, now they have an opportunity to stand up and become the masters, so of course they must grasp it well.

"But... how can we help you?"

"That's a lot."

Lin Ye curled his lips. He is not familiar with the place here, and there are many places that need help from others, so that he can quickly collect information about this place.

And among other things, just now he took in dozens of cursed children... How to find a place for these children is also a problem.

Anyway, this underground colosseum is impossible to use again!

"I plan to live in this area for a while, and I need a 'tour guide' to introduce me to the local customs."

"Wind, local customs?"

"That's right, I'm very interested in the distribution of forces in this area and the peripheral area." Lin Ye Youyou said, "There are more than one facilities similar to this one? I want to see them all, and I hope you can recommend one or two for me. "

Know a thing or two?Similar to here?

Is it necessary to clean the entire peripheral area? !

"Gudu!"

After understanding what Lin Ye meant, they were already too scared to speak.

To put it bluntly, they are two people struggling to make a living on the margins of society. They never thought that they would be involved in such a thing, so they were naturally at a loss.

However, what Lin Ye said next ignited their ambitions——

"If you are sensible, maybe you can climb to a higher position than this BOSS."

Chapter 228 Chapter 209: The Lonely Investigator

"vomit!"

"Ugh~"

……

The old detective in a burnt yellow coat glanced at the colleague who stooped and ran out, and asked helplessly to the people around him.

"Which one spit it out just now?"

"The third one."

The partner sighed, shook his head and said, "Young people these days have never seen the world at all. It's no wonder that they are put on the front line as soon as they come out of the ivory tower."

"Humph!"

The old detective made a nasal voice with disdain: "It's just a group of lambs. This look is really ridiculous. As a criminal policeman, you deal with dead bodies every day. Even if the scene is a little bloody, so what?"

"You have 15 years of experience in the industry, how can you compare this group of newcomers with you?"

The partner laughed and said, "I bet you weren't much better than them when you first debuted."

"joke!"

The old criminal policeman crossed the cordon while putting on white gloves and a mask.

"I'm a Showa man, don't use Heisei waste to speculate on me!"

……

"Ouch! Uh-oh!"

The old criminal policeman in a burnt yellow coat was holding on to the railing, his facial features twisted together, and the strong discomfort in his throat and stomach caused tears to ooze from the corners of his eyes.

"vomit……"

After a long time, after finishing the breakfast, he slowly regained his strength, his face was pale as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and he kept panting heavily.

"Hello!" The partner looked at him speechlessly, "Didn't you say Showa Man?"

"Hmm... hug, sorry... I accidentally... ate sashimi this morning."

"Morning? Sashimi?" The corners of his partner's eyes twitched, "So your stomach problem has never recovered."

The old detective shook his head and took a few deep breaths before calming down.

"Some are beyond psychological expectations... I have seen many bloody scenes, and this is the first time I have seen such scenes."

"It seems that the murderer is crazy."

"Murderer? What murderer? You said it was done by someone?"

The old criminal policeman denied: "This must be a meat grinder or a wood chipper. How can humans do such a thing?"

"Hey!"

"...Okay, no kidding."

Wiping off the residue from the corner of his mouth, the old criminal policeman became serious and said to his partner very seriously: "Although it's a joke, I really don't think this is something that ordinary people can do, it's more like a gastritis...

However, I took a quick look and found that although the corpse had been cut to pieces, there were no traces of gnawing, and gastrulation would not leave so many remains. "

"Of course not ordinary people." The partner picked up an evidence bag, which contained a blood-stained pistol.

Strictly speaking, it is a pistol whose barrel has been cut off by some force.

"Look at the edge, it's so smooth and smooth, it's almost like a water knife cutting... I don't know any individual weapons that can achieve this effect."

"The death toll must have exceeded one hundred. From the corridors to the underground arena to every room, no one could escape. It's like a well-planned massacre."

Although the old criminal policeman vomited at the sight, but with his professional level placed here, he still noticed a lot of things at a glance.

"This can't be done by one person... Some corpses were cut into pieces, but some were broken by pure force, or torn in half alive, that is to say, at least two of them possess superhuman strength Individuals are rampant."

"A terrorist?"

"What kind of terrorist is so powerful?!" The old detective narrowed his eyes, "And the identities of the victims here are not ordinary, it doesn't seem like a random crime committed by terrorists."

"Identity?" The partner was taken aback for a moment, "You know their identities just by looking at them?"

"look at this."

The old criminal policeman pinched a golden collar badge and showed him the bloodstains and patterns on it.

The partner narrowed his eyes: "This is..."

"It's a symbol of the 'Justice Messenger', something that only judges and prosecutors have... One of the victims was from our side, and it was very young."

The old detective turned his head and looked at this seemingly ordinary club that hides hell.

"Gray area... Really, what is the procurator with a bright future doing in this kind of place?

This club, as well as the 'Colosseum' below... Find out who the owner is here, and maybe you can find key clues. "

The prisoner had no intention of destroying the corpse. Although the scene was extremely tragic, there were unexpectedly many evidences preserved, and the identities of the victims were soon investigated one by one.

After seeing the list, the old criminal policeman and his partner became even more astonished, and even doubted the authenticity of this world.

He really couldn't figure it out, why did these seemingly invincible people, who had a high status or a bright future, die collectively in such a place with very few bodyguards?

But before they could continue their in-depth investigation, the case came to an abrupt end and was taken over by another department.

Back at the police station that night, when no one was around, the old criminal policeman took out a disk and put it into the computer to read it. As pieces of data and pictures flashed in front of his eyes, the man couldn't help squinting. Eye.

This is the list of victims, or "clients," that he has surreptitiously copied.

As for the nature of the underground facility, he has already investigated clearly... The result is naturally shocking, and the darkness hidden behind the society shocked him, a self-proclaimed "veteran".

So I am also very curious about the perpetrator.

Being able to kill so many people with an overwhelming advantage, including their armed bodyguards, the only suspects that can be thought of are the cursed son and the police. Although these two generally do not attack humans, there are indeed generals cursed in Europe and the United States. The rumors that his son was trained as a killer and let him assassinate politicians.

Maybe the target was a big shot among these people, and then an accident led to such a tragedy.

——Although he knew that the children of the curse were imprisoned in the facility, he didn't think the case itself had anything to do with those imprisoned children.

Although it is very distressing, no one will care about the life and death of these children, even if there are... it is impossible to have such an exaggerated fighting power.

The only strange thing is that the sons of the curse who were imprisoned underground disappeared inexplicably... This must have something to do with the prisoners.

It may be difficult to track down an assassin, but it is easy to track down a group of children.

In the next few days, the old criminal policeman was active in the gray area, searching for the figures of the cursed children, but this process was interrupted by his partner.

On this day, his partner found the old detective in private, and seriously asked him to stop the investigation, and the reason was a video - secretly copied from the technical department.

That was just repaired, a fragment of what happened in the underground Colosseum that night...

Even with a high-definition camera, it was difficult to capture that figure, but the other party was not always moving, so they were still able to capture a few moments and see the appearance of the "prisoner" clearly.

"This, this is... what?!"

The old criminal policeman shrank his pupils: "There is only one person?!"

"Shut up." The partner sighed, "I suspect it's the military's secret weapon...it must be a political struggle of some big shots, if you get involved, there will be nothing left!"

"No... no!"

The old criminal policeman stared at the demon-like figure on the screen, but the corners of his mouth curled up inexplicably excitedly.

"Look at his eyes... this guy is not an assassination tool... he is executing a sentence!"

"Eyes?" The partner glanced at the screen suspiciously, "Can you see the eyes?"

"...You don't need to worry about it!"

The old detective secretly clenched his fists: "I must catch...no, find this guy!"

Regardless of his partner's dissuasion, the veteran detective launched an investigation again. It was during this period that a series of very strange cases occurred in the gray area.

A human-trafficking underworld society was wiped out overnight by unknown forces. No one was spared from the "parents" to the cadres. Only the younger brothers who were outside survived, but they didn't dare to show their faces casually;

A certain well-known godmother of the custom industry suddenly announced that she would expand her business, and clashed with many forces across the industry, but she was not suppressed, but became stronger and stronger;

There have been many assassinations in the IISO branch, either in the office or at home, and the dead seem to have no connection;

The children of the curse in the outlying area are decreasing inexplicably, just like the epidemic is spreading;

Every bizarre case makes the old detective feel the inner connection, as if there is an invisible shadow connecting everything, but he can't catch up with that shadow anyway, so he can only continue to conduct lonely investigations in the gray area.

Until this day, when he returned home after a day of investigation, he turned on the light and saw a strange figure sitting on the sofa in the living room——

"Yo, I heard you were looking for me?"

Lin Yeyou, who looked like an elite in a suit and leather shoes, smiled.

"I came by myself."

Chapter 229 Chapter 210: Whose Justice Belongs?

The old detective's first reaction was to touch the pistol at his waist, but he soon realized that this behavior was ridiculous.

Being able to invade his home at will without setting off any alarms, and without him noticing, could take his life at any time.If Lin Ye had attacked as soon as he entered the door, then he wouldn't have any chance to fight back.

"..."

Staring deeply at Lin Ye, the man's eyes were full of doubts. He walked cautiously and sat down opposite Lin Ye, acting like a guest rather than a host. Erlang legs.

I heard that you are looking for me - the old detective understands that there should be only one person who will say this to him, because he has not taken over other cases recently.

However, if it is really what he thought, then the young man in front of him is the culprit of that big case?