Chapter 156 I Got It! Baihan Club
At present, there are two people involved in the case, one is a crazy woman, and the other is a dead person who was skinned alive.
Through the search, the police identified the other party in a short time.
A pair of sisters! The deceased is the younger sister Lin Miao, and the crazy woman is the older sister Lin Miao.
After visiting the neighbors, they said, "Bitch, this is a total bitch!"
"Damn it, this little bastard is flirting all the time, getting into bed with men every day, having a rotten crotch, a bitch among bitches!"
The slightly bloated lady showed sarcasm on her face.
She was not stingy with her malice.
"You mean"
Zhang Liang frowned and asked.
"Is this person...someone involved in the flesh trade?"
"What kind of flesh trade is this? You put it so elegantly."
"She's a whore!"
The old lady seemed to have phlegm stuck in her throat, but her muddy voice could not hide the resentment in it.
"She is a whore, a stinking whore. Her whole family is in trouble all day long."
“Stop, stop, stop.”
Zhao Gang, leader of the special task force of the Special Bureau No. 5, felt a little headache.
They were here to investigate the case and find clues, not to listen to the other party's swearing. "Let's get to the point. What is the other party's social circle on a daily basis, and whether he has had any conflicts with the people around him?"
Zhao Gang opened his mouth to ask.
Hearing this, the other party's face darkened and she wanted to speak again, but Xu Hao didn't give her a chance.
"Wait, thank you for your cooperation. Now please cooperate with the police for a short time."
Xu Hao looked at the uncle who had been standing behind the old lady.
Hearing this, the other party was a little embarrassed and was about to turn around and leave when he was brought in by the police.
The old lady had a serious expression on her face and wanted to stand aside to watch, but was taken away by Zhao Gang.
"What is your relationship with her?"
Zhang Liang raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.
The other person looked to be around fifty years old, thin and with dark skin. He was not old but not young either.
"That's my wife." The old man smiled awkwardly.
Obviously, he also has a headache about his old partner.
But "What about Lin Miao?"
Xu Hao suddenly asked, looking at the other person silently.
"Xiao Lin. Xiao Lin, she's fine."
The old man began to stammer and talk about other things.
Suddenly a voice was heard from a distance. When everyone looked, they saw that it was the old lady who was glaring at the old man hysterically and cursing something.
"Bullshit, you bastard!"
"This old guy is so fucking wicked, this old thing is just a damn thing, fuck it, damn it."
Down-to-earth curses rang out, one after another.
"Zhao Gang." Zhang Liang shouted helplessly.
Zhao Gang covered his face and had someone take him home to comfort him.
Xu Hao looked at the uncle and aunt's attitude, and it was obvious what the other party had done.
"I urge you to tell the truth."
The old man fell silent.
After a while, he gritted his teeth and said with an awkward smile:
"That kind of relationship"
"What kind of relationship?"
"Just that kind, just that kind."
The old man was about to say something, but the next second, "Bang!"
A pot lid fell from the sky, heading straight for the old man's head, brushed past him, and hit the ground, twisting in pieces.
Everyone was stunned and looked up.
However, the old lady who was brought back into the house was standing on the bungalow, her face full of anger, her eyes seemed to be sparking, and she was holding something in her hand and smashing it down.
When did she go up there? Zhao Gang was stunned, and immediately led people up to pull her down.
"Alas," the old man sighed.
"Go on." Xu Hao had a blank expression on his face, as if nothing had happened.
"I only met her twice, and I went there to take care of her business."
The old man lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.
"You are almost sixty, right?!"
Zhang Liang's eyes twitched, and he looked him up and down, "Based on your age, you're almost Lin Miao's grandfather!"
"You are at least thirty years older than her. She was just born when you were thirty!"
The old man didn't answer and lowered his head.
"Don't talk nonsense. Does Lin Miao have any enemies based on his personality and life experience?"
Xu Hao asked again.
The old man recalled for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, Xiao Miao's personality is the type that doesn't cause trouble, but is not afraid of trouble."
"I'm usually very friendly to others, but in this line of work, I sell myself out of pressure."
"Her sister is actually only four years younger than her."
The old man couldn't help but say something good for the other party.
Xu Hao ignored the other party's thoughts. He raised his head, glanced around, and said:
"Does she usually sell here?"
"No, it's in a club called the Baihan Club." The old man said a few words.
Xu Hao paused, then waved his hand, signaling the other party to leave.
The old man sighed, turned around and looked at the open door of his house.
He showed an expression of hesitation for a long time on his face, then he gritted his teeth and walked in.
After a while, accompanied by waves of hysterical curses, vulgar language, and the crisp sounds of pots and pans, Zhao Gang and others came out.
"Boss, does this count as a work-related injury?"
Zhao Gang pointed at the scratches on his face and asked helplessly.
"Calculate."
Zhang Liang responded casually and then looked at Xu Hao.
"What do you mean?"
Xu Hao said, "The relationship is not thorough enough. This old man has met Lin Miao before, but they don't have a deep friendship. He can only be regarded as a familiar stranger."
There are no more clues at home, and only three pieces of useful information can be inferred from the scene.
First, Lin Miao knew the murderer, or knew the murderer's address. In this way, the other party would not have any scars on himself and would be able to find Lin Miao's skin at the murder scene.
Second, the murderer’s target was indeed human skin, and the other party came to the scene to search for things.
Third, the murderer's own breath! All three pieces of information are very important, especially the second one, which can directly lock the opponent!
There was not much air movement in the house. After about two days of settling, the smell was faint but still detectable.
The police dog knows but cannot speak, but Xu Hao is much more useful than a police dog.
The scent of the King Butterfly allows him to arrest the opponent immediately as long as he appears nearby!
"Second, we don't know why the murderer needs human skin."
"but."
There was a gleam in Xu Hao's eyes.
"The first one is something to think about."
"First of all, if you take away the Internet factor, then the murderer who killed a person is often easy to find."
Why was it so easy to investigate a case in the modern world? Because the information on the Internet could be seen at a glance! As long as it was determined that the case had nothing to do with the Internet and then confirmed that it was a murder case, it would be easy to investigate.
After all, there are usually only a few people a person can contact. The police can simply use their authority to search the time and place, or investigate the location of the mobile phone to reveal the person's true identity!
In other words, the murderer is often hiding in the social circle!
What often limits social circles? Money? Or conversation? Wrong, it’s status!
A street cleaner cannot fit into the socialite circle.
The civil engineer who is covered in dust has nothing to do with the hair transplant group of programmers.
In this case, the murderer and Lin Miao at least knew each other's existence. Based on Lin Miao's identity, who would she meet? Students would meet students, cleaners would meet cleaners, and prostitutes would meet clients.
"The murderer's target is Lin Miao, and his identity may be related to Lin Miao, but the current information of the case shows that Lin Miao knows more."
"And in Lin Miao's social circle, there are only three types of people he meets."
“Peers, guests, and passers-by.”
"Both parties know some information. If we rule out the possibility of a passerby, the murderer can only be hiding in one of the remaining two."
Xu Hao said slowly.
This was the reason why he approached that old man.
Of course, there are also some mentally ill cases, such as lunatics who kill people for no apparent reason.
But the probability is very small, so for the time being, we will not consider these options as reconnaissance directions.
“So now.”
Li Jianye paused, thought for a moment, and raised his brows.
"Go to Baihan Club!"
Xu Hao spoke.
“Go and have a look”
"A fellow prostitute."
The word "prostitute" is not unfamiliar, but not many people can clearly explain its origin.
This originated from the ancient "prostitute", which originally referred to beautiful actors and actresses, that is, dancers.
But, beauty often comes with sex, plus their customers have the power to dominate.
Gradually, the word "prostitute" came into being, and then it became the current prostitute.
Well, during this period, some more elegant-looking words such as "Oiran" did appear.
But it does not prevent these people from selling their bodies.
"There is also the green hat, which originated from the early people. When someone in the family sold their body, the government required them to wear a green headscarf."
“As soon as the green bandana came out, everyone knew he had it for sale at home.”
"Now, it has gradually evolved into the so-called green hat."
At night, eleven o'clock.
The sky was dark, and the road was covered with white snow. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes turned into blades and scraped people's faces.
The world fell into darkness.
Several golden rays of light shone through the window, appearing very clear.
In front of the Baihan Club, Xu Hao stood at the door, looking at the magnificent building in front of him, and said something casually.
This is the Baihan Club, a not-so-famous high-end club in the capital.
Even at night, the place is brightly lit, emitting a dazzling light.
"Officer, is there some misunderstanding?"
When the club's manager got the news, he hurried out and asked Xu Hao who had entered the hall.
"Stop talking nonsense. Does Lin Miao work here?"
Zhao Gang's face turned cold and he took out his ID and slammed it in the other person's face.
The document flashed by, leaving no chance for the other party to see it clearly, but the manager did not neglect it.
The manager glanced at the blue-clad policemen who were scattered throughout the club and swallowed.
Just kidding. It doesn't matter if a first-class police inspector is only fit to run errands by your side and his ID can't be clearly seen. I can't afford to offend him anyway.
"She is here, but she hasn't come in the past two days and she didn't answer the phone." said the manager.
"Why don't you call the police?" Li Jianye suddenly asked.
The manager smiled awkwardly and did not answer.
他们这会所经营者什么勾当他自己再清楚不过了哪有犯罪的人主动去备案的！？“把你们的小姐都喊过来，无论现在有没有接客。”
张梁不准备跟对方墨迹，直接摆手，坐在大厅的沙发上。
经理心里暗骂，同时也在思索这些人是什么来历。
“好好好。”
他答应了一声，接着就往后台走去。
半晌后，一个个身材高挑，化着艳丽妆容的女孩被经理带到徐嚯等人面前。
这些人穿着高跟鞋又或是黑丝，身上喷着香水，衣着略微暴露。
“你出去。”
徐嚯挥挥手，示意经理离开。
经理想说些什么，但看周围那数不清的人影，以及外面蓝红交织的警灯，讪讪的走到了外面。
此时，大厅内只剩下陪酒女以及警方。
“谁是老鸨？”
徐嚯扫了一眼，直言不讳的开口。
众人紧张起来，脑子里破口大骂扫黄为什么要这么大阵仗。
“没人承认？”
“算了，林淼都认识吧。”
徐嚯懒得追究对方，直接开始步入正题。
听到林淼两个字，面前的人点了点头。
“她什么时候来的？”
“得好几年了吧，她算是会所里比较老的一批人了。”
有人小声的说着。
“这一行很少有人干两三年，她的话.得四五年了。”
又有人开口道。
四五年前？
李建业一愣。
“说说林淼这个人吧，她的性格，爱好，平日里都做些什么，都说说。”徐嚯缓缓开口。
周围人顿了顿，见没人追究自己是否卖过，便稍微安心。
一个人脸上露出不屑，开始说道：“她？她就是个婊子，故作清高而已。”
“都做这一行了，还故作矜持，甚至还花钱给几个又脏又臭的流浪汉买衣裳，这种又当又立的恶心死人了.”
这女人.赵刚等人一顿，扭头看去。
却看到一个抹着浓妆的女人在那阴阳怪气道。
对方不怕警方，或者说应该是懒得理会警察，反正无非被抓了就蹲个几天。
甚至他们老板还会交罚款保人出来。
这一流程她熟的很，根本不怕警察，说起话来也就更放肆一点了。
“细说。”张梁眯了眯眼。
“没什么好说的，就是个白莲花，又当又立，偏偏那些臭男人还就吃这一套。”
那女人不满的说道。
闻言，其余几个女人心里一跳，连忙示意她闭嘴，然后走到警方跟前。
“她和林姐关系不是很对付。”
“原因是林姐比她受欢迎些”
一个女人小心翼翼的说道，看了眼那浓妆女人低声道。
“好，那你来说。”徐嚯情绪没什么波动，继续询问。
“林姐喜欢.她没什么喜欢的。”
“衣服虽然多，但也只是些地摊货，首饰包包都没怎么买过，化妆品也都是紧巴巴的买。”
“她好像有接私活，又或是把客人带回家，但我不知道私活有没有什么矛盾。”
“只知道最大的一次矛盾是客人没给钱，但也不了了之了，没闹多大。”
这女人对林淼的偏见不是很大，徐嚯也没催促。
“性格方面呢？”徐嚯又问。
女人犹豫半晌，道：“很好，挺乐观的，对待人很温和。”
“日常都在做些什么？她接触什么人？”
“上班，下班，陪客人。”
女人思索了片刻，又补充道：
“她还有个妹妹，除了妹妹就是几个流浪儿了。”
“流浪儿？”
徐嚯一顿，眯了眯眼，“流浪儿是怎么回事？”
“没怎么回事，会所的人流量很高，所以他们就聚集在周围，客人喝多了走的时候容易脑子一热就给点钱。”
女人如实说道。
“不过极少可能会给钱，他们很脏，一般闻到味道就醒酒了。”
“林姐会给点东西吃，也会买点衣裳。”
流浪儿吗徐嚯思索片刻，提出最后一个问题。
“好，最后一个问题。”
“林淼妹妹，你是怎么知道她的存在的？”
“林姐说过她有个妹妹，而且妹妹也来过会所，这是之前不干的了人跟我说的。”
女人老实的开口道：
“大概是两三年前吧。”
“她妹妹好像挺小的，林姐说学习很好，小时候没办法丢在家，就找信得过的看着在会所后台写作业。”
那个时候林苗比林淼还小四岁徐嚯思索许久，随即站起身。
“好，麻烦你了。”
徐嚯向外走去。
身后一堆女人顿时骚动起来，看着警方离去后，开始窃窃私语。
一出门，经理就出现在面前，徐嚯也没理会他，让他自行进去。
外面有十余辆警车停着，闪烁着蓝红交织的灯光。
“啪！”
徐嚯拉开警车的门，一股暖流充斥全身，驱散掉外面的寒意。
他拍了拍身上的雪后上车。
“啪！”
门关了。
“21、22、23号左右，林淼的陪酒客户资料都拿到了吗？”
徐嚯看向身后的赵刚。
赵刚点了点头，“陪的人挺多，但根据目标筛选后，还留下的人就很少了。”
“我们锁定了20号晚，三个男客户。”
“20号晚会所接待了三名男人，因其身上散发着一种怪味没人接待，最后由林淼和其余两人负责。”
“根据后来的话来看，林淼应该是揽私活了，私活对象就是他们，嗯，只接待了一个。”
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会所一般来说会揽私活。
也就是出门后打车去酒店的服务，这算是私活。
期间发生意外的概率很大，但和会所没关系，一般也就放任了。
“那三人的资料查到了吗？”
徐嚯开口询问。
“没有，会所没有明确的登录信息。”
赵刚遗憾的说道。
从目前来看，对方的嫌疑是最大的。
为什么？气味！
案件里，存在一个既是好消息，也是坏消息的信息。
那就是，死者林苗，被剥下的皮很完整！
这意味着什么？意味着绝对的熟练！凶手在短时间内活剥一个人，必然是要有练手之作的。
这代表，林苗不是第一位死者，在她死之前，还存在其余受害者。
这是个坏消息，而好消息是.死的人多了，人身上会沾染一种‘信息素’，散发出一股莫名的味道！
可以说是血腥味，也能说是臭味，甚至是所谓的‘杀气’‘煞气’。
“把那几个孩子找出来。”
徐嚯深吸一口气，接着道：“他们，或许知道点什么东西。”
张梁看向赵刚，“你去办吧。”
赵刚叹了口气，裹了裹衣裳，随即拉开车门，冒入风雪当中。
今夜的雪已经少了很多。
相比毛毛雨甚至还要小，但架不住气温低，刮在脸上跟小石子一样。
找几个流浪汉不难。
这个时间段都城已经对流浪汉按照规矩序安排。
但，流浪汉的数量并非固定，而是会随着时间缓缓出现。
即便安排了一批，没多久，还是会有第二批流浪汉出现。
“有什么猜测吗？”
李建业在后排百无聊赖的询问着。
“猜测？”
“有点，凶手可能处在一种环境不是很好的地方工作，”
“而也是这环境，导致他直接沾染上了一种十分闷臭的味道，即便是经过两天时间的沉淀，依旧能让人闻到。”
徐嚯随口说道。
猜测有，但用处却不大，目前的信息很散落，缺乏一条重要信息将其整合起来。
“而林淼，则在某天时间段，为了钱接了个私活。”
“之后发生了一些事件，导致对方盯上亲妹妹林苗。”
张梁若有所思的说着。
“为什么？”
“为什么要杀林苗？”
“谁知道呢，现在连凶手身份都没确认.”
徐嚯摇摇头。
人皮的作用不多，从正常人的角度来看无非就是一块肉，最多也就皮肤移植了。
但，如果在疯子眼里.那人皮的作用可就大了去了。
“附近的医院都查了吗？”
徐嚯突然又问。
“按你的吩咐查了个遍，没什么消息。”
张梁叹了口气。
“都城针对医院和医生的管理很严格，和边缘小村的医院完全不同。”
“不存在什么药物丢失没有登记的画面，即便是个瓶子，也得亲自对接。”
“目前特五局人员调查了以死者为中心，附近二十公里距离内所有医院，都没什么线索。”
查医院干什么？两方面。
一，凶手的剥皮的精准度以及熟练度！医生这个职业完美契合。
他们可以是救人的天使，也可以是精准切割人体的恶魔！
二，麻药！
徐嚯在看到法医的报告中，‘活剥’二字便立马察觉到。
为什么？因为人皮太过完整，皮是从后背中心开始剥，却没有中心破皮的画面。
在活剥的情况下，无非是有意识和无意识。
有意识的情况下根本达不成这个情况，就算死者林苗是配合对方的也无法做到。
人体是有肌肉反应的，也是生物意识。
就像膝跳反射一般，刀子割下必然会疼，只要疼了，就会下意识抽动，而一旦抽动，不可能剥皮过程中一点不出错。
Consciousness cannot be suppressed, and this cannot be done as long as consciousness is clear.
Painters can create wonderful and extraordinary masterpieces on their drawing boards.
But it is impossible to draw on the bumpy back of a horse.
So, the only option left is coma.
"The prerequisite for coma is physical coma, not mental coma. Otherwise, the 'knee jerk reflex' will still exist."
"But, it involves drugs that cause physical coma."
Xu Hao fell into deep thought.
The other party must have used drugs! This is a 100% probability, otherwise there is no difference between unconsciousness and consciousness.
You should know that biological consciousness takes precedence over subjective consciousness, and being unconscious or awake does not affect the reflex of a hammer hitting your knee.
Only anesthetic!
Anesthetics that act on muscles and flesh! "These drugs are strictly controlled."
"You should also know the degree of control of some drugs. If you have less, it will definitely be discovered."
Zhang Liang opened his mouth and explained again.
"Unless the other party uses the anesthetic in a legal manner, which is impossible to do."
Li Jianye and Xu Huo were silent.
Most people have no idea about the control of anesthetics.
Some people think that anesthetics are at the same level as scalpels. How can there be any level of control? It is very high! It is scary high!
Not to mention, once the knowledge of anesthetics gets out, it will lead to countless heinous crimes.
Just one of its most shocking features will make this clear.
Some anesthetics are addictive.
Yes, it is addiction! When it comes to addiction, there is no need to say more to understand the seriousness of the problem.
Very common drugs, such as painkillers, are addictive.
There aren't many people in the East Country, but in the West Country, there are quite a few people who are addicted to painkillers. In the last 15 years alone, the number of people on the surface reached two million! In the East Country, if you buy a large amount of painkillers at one time, there is a chance that someone will come to your house for tea and a physical examination.
This is not a joke.
In the East, the regulations on addiction are no joke; no one in the world is stricter than this.
"So, there is no way that the other party can take the drugs away from the authorities."
Zhang Liang paused, then added:
"Unless, he is a chemical worker himself."
"The other party will take the initiative to produce it, or use it on the deceased under some formal name."
"But if it's a formal name, it will be more difficult to check."
Why can't I find the official one?
Because it is formal! It is used formally and legally. How can we check it? There are hundreds of thousands of formal and legal use records in the archives. As for chemical industry, it can be directly excluded.
Why is this? Anything that has anything to do with chemicals has a pungent smell, and long-term close contact will inevitably cause you to be infected with the smell of drugs, and it will last for a long time.
A common smell is the smell of disinfectant when you are around a doctor.
But there was not even a trace of smell left at the scene.
"Inexplicable stench, exquisite skinning techniques, and legal use of anesthetics"
Xu Hao murmured.
"Prostitute, student"
In a trance, the three of them fell into deep thought.
But not long after, a voice sounded.
"Boss, we caught these kids!"
A voice came from the intercom on Zhang Liang's waist. It was Zhao Gang.
The three of them were stunned, then they all opened the car door and got out.
"Bang!"
As soon as they got off the car, they saw Zhao Gang walking towards them in the distance, cursing.
There were some marks on Zhao Gang's knees and his shirt was a little wet, with obvious signs of having fallen.
"Boss, is this considered a work-related injury?!"
Zhao Gang rolled up his pants and pointed at the bruises and scratches on his face and asked.
Zhang Liang nodded, "Okay."
Li Jianye on the side couldn't help but look at them.
He always felt that the Special Five Bureau was very abstract.
Zhang Liang, who is extremely petty, asks Zhao Gang every day if he is injured at work. It seems that he would be embarrassed to join the Special Fifth Bureau if he is not sick.
Or does it mean that only those who are sick can be leaders?
But he didn't think much about it. He collected his thoughts and looked at the people around Zhao Gang.
These are a few kids who are being carried by some people from the Special Fifth Bureau. They are struggling in the air, moving their legs around.
The clothes he was wearing were not shabby, but rather quite new.
"These kids were nearby, watching the police from a distance. I thought they were someone else's kids."
"But there was a slight smell on him, and I confirmed it when I walked over and took a look."
"I guess they thought that when we came here to crack down on prostitution, we would find Lin Miao, so they were keeping an eye on us."
When Zhao Gang heard that it was considered an industrial injury, he talked happily about these children.
The child's clothes were not dirty, but his face and hands were filthy, and he looked like a homeless child.
It was easy to get the money, as the other party kept gathering around the police.
"Let me go, let me go! If you do this to me again, I will be rude to you!"
Several children kept fiddling with their calves, looking very angry.
"Oh, how can you be so rude?"
Zhao Gang flicked the little kid's head cheerfully.
The other party suddenly became even angrier and kicked him in the hand.
Zhao Gang raised his head and looked towards Zhang Liang.
Zhang Liang said helplessly: "It's considered a work injury."
Zhao Gang nodded with satisfaction.
"Do you know Lin?" Li Jianye wanted to ask more, but Xu Hao interrupted him.
"Lin Miao is in our hands now. If we want to keep her from getting hurt, you'd better tell the truth about whatever we ask next."
Xu Hao spoke coldly, his eyes fixed on the child, who immediately stopped moving.
But then he thought of something and nodded vigorously.
"Then you have to let us go first." said the waif.
Zhao Gang loosened his grip and put it down.
The little kid took the opportunity to step on the other person.
Zhao Gang glanced at Zhang Liang and calculated his work injury compensation in his heart.
"good!"
"On the 21st. Just four days ago, when Lin Miao got off work, he came out with a man who had a strange smell. Has anyone of you encountered this before?"
The little kids thought about it and then said:
"I remember it. It was fat."
"What does it look like?" Xu Hao asked.
"It's about this high." The homeless boy gestured with his hands, and the people around him fell silent.
"What does he look like?"
"It's a boy, a fat one." The street kid thought for a moment and said again.
"What type of body odor is that?"
"Ah? Are there different types of smells?" the homeless child was confused.
"You guys." Now, Zhang Liang didn't know what to ask.
Not knowing the answers to any questions is no different from not answering at all.
Until “The Last Question.”
Xu Hao suddenly asked.
He pointed at the indigo smear on one of the boys' body.
"Where did you get this from?"
"I got it from that fat man."
the child asked timidly.
Zhang Liang also looked at Xu Hao in confusion.
It's normal to get dye on it.
The fact that the other person exuded a foul odor showed in itself that he couldn't be clean.
"This dye"
Xu Hao squatted down, frowned, looked at the white clothes stained with indigo dye, and thought for a moment.
He took off his clothes and motioned for the other person to do the same.
After taking it off, Xu Hao, who was only wearing a slim plush sweater, felt cold instantly, but he still covered the other person with the clothes, even though the clothes were stained with stains on the ground.
He held the other person's clothes and remained silent for a while.
Then, he picked up a handful of snow, covered it on the surface, and after it melted into water, he kept rubbing it.
"It can't be washed off?" Li Jianye asked in confusion.
That's right, even with all the rough and vigorous rubbing, the dye didn't change at all.
Xu Hao moved closer and sniffed.
【The sniff of the king butterfly! 】
A very faint smell of ink emerges.
What kind of dye is this!?
"I'll try."
Zhang Liang took it and asked the club for some warm water to wash.
But the result is still the same, the dye cannot be wiped off at all, it looks the same as before!
"This is from the other person."
Having said that, Xu Huo paused.
The next second, an electric current seemed to appear in his mind, shocking his entire body. His pupils dilated instantly, then shrank in an instant.
"etc."
"Inexplicable stench, exquisite skinning techniques, and legal use of anesthetics"
In a trance, Xu Hao paused, and several guesses gradually emerged in his mind.
“The dye that can’t be washed out.”
"I see!"
"I know where these grandsons are!"
He knew that the information was confusing, but after the appearance of the dye, it was completely connected to one place.
There is a very special dye. Once it gets on your skin, you can't rub it off even with a steel wool.
The best way is to wait for the body to metabolize it. After thirty days, the dye will be metabolized! The people around this place paused, and then they were shocked.
Place is environment, environment is identity.
And the identity is the key to solving the case! Why did the other party skin a girl alive and take off her delicate skin? Zhang Liang and others don't know the answer to this question.
But, if you know the other party's information, you can get the answer to the question!
Time: December 25th, 11:50 p.m.
There are still six days left until the Chinese New Year.
In front of Baihan Club.
Everyone, in the snow, looked at Xu Hao, their lips moving.
A voice then rang out.
"other side."
"Where on earth is it!?"
(End of this chapter)