"Even if you are the police, you can't just show up in our statue hall. There are no criminals here!"
"I'm sorry, but we have to be here. We suspect that the murderer of the recent heinous serial murders is hiding in your statue museum. Who is the work of this mother and child connected by heart?" Du Xing asked, pointing to the brand new mother and child connected by heart statue placed in the glass counter at the door.
"Who are you? Wearing a black leather coat and covered in tattoos, do you think you are a gangster?! What the hell, police comrades, why is such a weirdo here with you? Are you trying to ask me for protection money?!"
The curator of the statue hall was unusually tough.
He pointed at Du Xing's nose and started scolding him, then scolded the whole audience.
Du Xing scratched his nose and took out a small black notebook from his pocket: "I am the top person in charge of this case, and I belong to the Special Administrative Management Organization."
"You can understand that I am the boss of these police officers."
"As for my outfit, I'm currently cosplaying, can you understand? Cosplaying Devil May Cry Dante." Du Xing explained.
The curator's eyelids jumped. "Do you think I'm stupid? Devil May Cry Dante wears red skin, and you have black skin. Also, Devil May Cry Dante has white hair, and you have black hair. Who are you trying to fool?"
"...Does anyone know who made this?" Du Xing struggled for a few times, and finally passed the curator and asked the staff standing behind the curator.
Forehead.
Xi Bin and others couldn't bear to watch.
Are you giving up on the debate and just asking questions forcefully?
However, I have to say that I still have to ask directly.
As soon as I asked, someone answered.
"That... was done by me."
A man wearing glasses and with a slightly yellowish complexion walked out of the crowd.
Mu Huanyu behind Du Xing looked at the man quietly, and a few blood-red reflections of the blood moon flashed faintly in the depths of his eyes.
His clenched fists finally loosened slowly.
"Where is your office where you make sculptures?" Du Xing asked.
The man pointed behind him and said, "Officer, my office is behind that."
At this time, the curator jumped out and said, "What do you want to do?! Just ask questions, what are you going in for?"
"The items inside are all our treasures! Do you have a search warrant? Come in!"
"Yes." Du Xing raised his hand and took out a search warrant.
He can easily get a handful of this stuff.
The rank of members of the Special Administrative Organization can be much higher than that of ordinary police officers.
Not to mention, he is at the captain level.
The moment he saw the search warrant, the curator collapsed to the ground, but he reacted quickly and explained hastily: "Don't misunderstand me later!"
"The serial murder case has absolutely nothing to do with our statue museum!"
"All those artworks inside were commissioned by one person."
As the curator's voice fell.
The surrounding police officers came to the door of the office and opened it.
Everyone entered the office.
I saw various bloody statues placed in the office.
There is a piece of art with a blood-red eye hidden in the wall.
There are countless debris rolled together like a blood-red tornado-like work of art.
There are seven or eight in total.
Each work of art resembles the victim's tragic death.
There is artwork of a blood-red eye hidden in the wall, representing the victim buried in the wall.
There are countless pieces of debris rolled together like a blood-red tornado, representing the spinning and curling of broken limbs when rushing into the sewer.
The mother-child bond statue displayed outside speaks for itself.
This statue museum is currently producing bloody statues related to the case.
"Take everyone back to the bureau." Du Xing's voice had a hint of indifference, and it no longer had the lightness just now.
The curator looked ashen, "It's not that we have a murderer, it's that someone paid a lot of money to hire us!!"
"That's enough. Let's talk about this back at the bureau." Mu Huanyu interrupted the other party. His voice was as cold as the chill wind in an ice cellar.
Du Xing looked at Mu Huanyu with a hint of doubt. He always felt that something was strange.
"By the way, where is Louis?" Du Zhirou asked.
"Well, when I called him, it showed that he was on the phone, so I didn't want to continue yelling. Come on, that brat is now an Inspector, and he will be able to bully you in the future. Besides, maybe that brat is still crying right now. He's not as strong as you think. Let's go."
In fact, it was Louis who was talking to Xia Qianqing on the phone, so Du Xing couldn't get through.
Wait until Louis and Xia Qianqing hang up the phone...
"Hello? What's up?"
"Any clues?"
"Um."
That’s right, when Louis called Du Xing, everyone was already at the police station.
Inside the police station.
Tea room.
"Hello comrade, I heard from Captain Xi Bin that it was you who told him that there was news about the statue hall, right?" Mu Huanyu walked up to the young police officer and said.
The young police officer was slightly startled. "Yeah, what's the matter? Hasn't it been proven that they are indeed significantly related to the case?"
"Haha, it's nothing. I'm just curious. Why did you suddenly notice the statues in the statue hall? Are you on your way home?" Mu Huanyu asked.
When the young police officer heard this, he hesitated a bit, and finally told the truth: "To be honest, it was quite unexpected. At noon, Guan Simiao dragged me to eat, and I happened to pass by the statue hall, and then I saw the mother-child statue from the outside..."
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