Chapter 175

"That man hasn't been found yet?"

"Yes, there is still no news.

It is said that all the estate of the deceased was handed over to him, so he was suspected of killing for money, but was finally acquitted because of insufficient evidence.

Murder is nothing more than for money. There is a financial connection between them, and he will benefit from the death of the deceased, so it is normal to suspect him. It's

just that when this kind of thing happens to an individual, it will make people feel very wronged and it is normal to keep thinking about it.

But it's a bit strange that he has remembered it from a long time ago until now."

said a colleague.

If the murderer is found, the request should be able to be issued.

Thinking so, Green began to collect clues.

After all, he was one of the parties involved at the time, and it was not difficult to find clues.

"What do you know?"

Dirty Bag looked at Green and asked.

"I know more than you, maybe it's just coincidence."

Green replied.

"I don't believe it."

Dirty Bag stared at Green and said.

"Whatever you want."

Green replied.

Dirty Bag was silent.

"Don't you want to find out the truth? Don't you want to find the murderer?"

Green asked.

"What do you know?"

Dirty Bag asked.

"I collected some things, you see there are photos here."

Green handed him the photos.

He found that the people in the photos had common scar characteristics.

"Did you know this a long time ago or did you just discover these? How do you know this?"

Dirty Bag asked.

"Because I asked other people."

Green replied.

This answer was simple. Dirty Bag was not satisfied, but considering that the murderer might not be Green and that Green would help him, he did not continue to ask.

Dirty Bag took a deep breath, calmed down, looked at the photo again, and then put the things back on the table.

"Tell me, what else do you have?"

Dirty Bag pulled out a chair and sat opposite Green, which meant that he was going to have a long talk.

"I think there is a pattern. Maybe it's not an accident, but a series of crimes. The perpetrator is a serial killer."

Green looked at him and said.

"Maybe, do you know where the person is?"

Dirty Bag asked, looking at the photo.

"It's not clear yet. If I knew, I should collect enough evidence and then go to the foundation or sue, but I'm sitting here talking to you, you should know that there is not much progress."

Green said.

"Maybe I shouldn't count on you.

So many years have passed, and it's extremely difficult to catch the murderer. How can I count on you?

You're not the one who lost your friend. You're not the one who was wrongly accused of being the murderer."

Dirty Bag said while looking at the photo.

He stood up, turned around and walked out, as if he had found a direction.

"It's really strange that he didn't say directly, are you sick?"

Green looked at Dirty Bag's back and put away his things.

"Maybe because he thinks this matter is very important and is moved by your actions, so he doesn't have the time or the mood to continue to say bad things about you."

The colleague came over and took a look and said.

"Look at it this way, it's still a good thing."

Green smiled and said,

"Even if it's a good thing, there's nothing wrong with it. Now there is a major progress in tracking down the real murderer, and it's not like someone else has died. It's too late to be happy, right?"

The colleague answered indifferently.

"That's right."

Green nodded.

"How did you get this?"

Dirty Bag rushed over.

"I picked it up from a garbage dump."

Green replied.

"It's impossible. How could there be something so clean in a garbage dump?"

Dirty Cat denied it with his eyes wide open.

"Because when I picked it up, these things were still in a layer of protective film, so they were very clean when I got them. Is there anything wrong?"

Green replied.

"There's nothing wrong, but I recognize this note. It was written to me by my friend when he was still alive. He told me at the time that I should practice my handwriting because my handwriting was too ugly."

Dirty Bag said as he looked at the crooked and blurry paper on Green's desk.

Because of the long time, the handwriting has become very blurred.

But Dirty Bag remembered it very clearly, so when he saw it now, it was as if he saw something he had just lost yesterday, and he recognized it at once.

"Which garbage dump did you pick it up from?"

Dirty Bag looked at Green.

"There is a garbage dump near where a very young man, who is said to be crazy, lives."

Green answered slowly.

"Tell me the address, or take me there now."

Dirty Bag took a deep breath and said to Green.

"Okay, but you can't act on impulse."

Green replied.

"Tell me now."

Dirty Bag couldn't bear it anymore and yelled.

Green wiped his face and took the bag to the garbage dump. He rushed into the garbage dump, but didn't find anything that could be called a clue. He looked up and looked around.

He suddenly found that there was indeed a small house nearby that seemed to be habitable, but it was also full of garbage, just like another garbage station.

He asked Green if anyone lived there?

Green gave a positive answer, and he rushed over.

He didn't find anyone there, but someone left him a note.

"Maybe someone will come to me to ask about something that happened a long time ago. I don't want to meet anyone who is related to that incident, so I wrote this note. If you see this, don't come to me again.

That piece of paper was the garbage I threw out. It should have been thrown away a long time ago, but it was placed in a corner and was pressed by a lot of things, so I only found it recently. Because I remembered that incident, I was in a hurry and threw it away.

I didn't expect that the lost things could cause trouble.

The thing was taken from an old beggar. You have seen him. I will give you the name. You can go and ask him."

Dirty Bag looked at the name and rushed out.

Green followed him.

Dirty Bag found the residential address of that name, but when he went in, there was no one inside, and there was not even half a note.

When Green appeared at the door, he saw him walking out with a blank expression. Green thought he would get angry or yell, or ask for leave, but he did nothing and continued to go to work.

It was as if this incident had no effect on him, but if it really had no effect on him this time, he would not have to do this.

Another day passed, and he suddenly rushed out during work as if he had found some key evidence.

After a while, he remembered to ask someone to help him ask for leave, and found Green.

Green asked for leave for him, but he didn't know what reason he wrote, so he asked for personal leave for him.

He had no opinion, and Green suspected that he didn't know, but whether he knew or not should not matter, because he would not care about such things. What he cared about most now was the truth that was at hand.

Another person died, and the body was sent over. Dirty Bag and Green were responsible for the autopsy.

In order to confirm the cause of death of the body, Dirty Bag obtained new evidence and cooperated with the foundation to arrest the suspect, but the suspect was found not guilty when he went to court.

Because of insufficient evidence.

"Insufficient evidence, insufficient evidence, and still insufficient evidence. When I went to court, there was also insufficient evidence. When this person went to court, there was also insufficient evidence.

Do they choose to hold court when there is insufficient evidence? Or do they think it is fun to play tricks on others like this? Why are they so useless that they can't find sufficient evidence?

It has been many years.

Is it because of insufficient evidence that they let him go even though they know he has killed someone? Who knows how many people he will kill after he leaves?

Even if he won't kill anyone in the future, will the deaths in the past be written off?"

Dirty Bag rushed out unable to accept the reality.

Fortunately, he didn't rush up and beat the man directly.

But rushing out didn't seem to make him any better.

He returned to the garbage dump and found the person in the small house. The person was bending over and packing things, as if he was checking for omissions in order to move completely.

This should be considered good luck, but it was not the case for the person who was found.

When Green arrived, the person living in the house was lying on the ground with foam at the mouth, his eyes rolled back, his limbs looked cold and purple, and his body was twitching. He was about to die.

Dirty Bag was sitting next to him, his eyes were straight, and he looked like nothing could affect him.

In the garbage dump, there was a strange thing that didn't look like it should be here, and it had been destroyed.

"What did you do?"

Green picked up the thing and looked at it, then put it back on the ground and asked Dirty Bag.

"I just think it's too bad for such a person to be alive."

Dirty Bag answered irrelevantly.

"This person should still be saved, right? If I find key evidence to prove that the murderer did kill someone, can you save this person?" Green