"Damn, my car is indented, this broken thing is not broken!!"
Aves was full of resentment when pushing the tricycle with a twisted front but not affecting its function!
A broken tricycle is even more resistant to building than a modified luxury car that costs more than one billion yuan???
This is a fake and modified luxury car... Avis is full of negative energy, and he wishes to yell a few times and vent his grievances that he has nowhere to say.
Seeing that the owner did not intend to pursue the matter, the police officers were diligent in opening the way for them and maintaining order.
Let the old man and the tricycle go across the road together.
Avis cried without tears, his heart was bleeding.
Back in the car, the concave iron sheet hovered in his heart for a long time...
Release the handbrake, be careful, and slowly follow the traffic and leave the scene.
"If you go through insurance... the insurance company will claim compensation from the infringer."
It took a long time before Carl dared to ask for a tentative question.
The joys and sorrows of people are actually not in common. Carl is obviously not doing well, but he can't see any suffering in the world.
"I won't leave the insurance anymore. I was shameless and returned it to my uncle. I said I accidentally hit the corner of the wall when I parked the car!"
Avis's anger was still gone, and he gritted his teeth.
Carl nodded, wanting to say something to comfort.
The "Ding" message is here.
Carl looked down at his phone.
Alison sent a letter to Fei:
[Brother, I'll go over to make rice dumplings for you next weekend, and you'll be as thin as a monkey!]
【OK】
"Next Saturday, Alison is coming to make rice dumplings. Do you eat rice dumplings?"
Carl vaguely felt that compared to the comfort of the team leader, the car owner Ai needed more encouragement from the beautiful woman at this time.
Alison, who is easy to knock down, is a good catalyst for the time being.
After hearing this, Avis floated up with a slutty smile and said:
"Eat and eat! As long as it is made by her, you will eat it all!!"
Then add:
"Can you make more? Fill our office refrigerator freezer, and then fill your room freezer, oh, and the freezer in Tagniel and Dalton's room, all filled, so I'll go to their room to find something to eat for a long time."
"So why do you want to go to someone else's room to find food..."
Carl laughed in silence.
I feel a lot of emotion in my heart.
Ives' character is indeed not wrong.
Real life is full of cruelty from the perspective of adults.
But Ives could find the tenderness and childishness wrapped in wisps of cruelty.
Never grow up, always go against the current, out of place and try hard to integrate.
Carl remembered that the cartoons he had watched in his previous life were pigs called McDull - the absurd pig.
I couldn't understand it in my previous life, and I felt that it was still the Pirate Naruto.
I will understand this life.
Ivis is like that McDull.
He is not a brainless person, but a kind person.
Always be unpreserved by the world, and always be the first intention.
The world uses the resources he has to deny his ability; he uses his heartless honesty to deny the world's self-righteousness.
This is something Carl is looking for for two lifetimes.
A happy and good child Avis does not mean that he has giant infanticide.
I felt sorry for the car so much, but I still helped the old man pick up the paper jar and sent it away.
After seeing through the cruelty of life, you can still stick to kindness.
Carl even felt that it seemed pretty good to entrust Alison to him—just a second…
...
Galileo State Bureau of Investigation.
Back at the bureau, Carl finally waited for the black national face of Perotti to get off work.
He solemnly greeted Mosqui Bayer, the leader of the 7th team of the state bureau, Perotti.
"The first time I cooperated with the Special Investigation Bureau."
"I have long admired seniors, please take care of me. My name is Carl Brian."
Carl held the old senior's rough and shaggy hands tightly, hoping to apply some hand cream to him.
"Okay, I remember you!"
Lao Mo is the oldest detective in the State Bureau. I heard that it is not good to remember the surname and can barely handle the case, but I can never remember the person.
The old man who is nearly 60 years old is still rushing on the front line of criminal investigation, so this spirit is worthy of being blown away.
As we all know, the agent system is a very tiring job.
Use your brain, speak, live and die at a speed, risk your life and investigate and arrest the case.
It’s not as comfortable as the logistics post that takes 365 days to sit in the office.
Run outside every day, sleeping in the open.
Many people were injured in handling cases, and many were abolished, and some died in the line of duty.
Frost blows and rain, making it more aged and haggard than ordinary people.
It’s not that my elders can’t be promoted or that they can’t live without it, but that they are transferred to other idle positions such as the criminal detective training center, and after going around, they still want to come back to the front line to handle the case.
Those who can survive for 40 years must be on the front line and are really worthy of respect.
Of course, Lao Mo would not really go to arrest him. He usually takes charge of the operation and command, or formulates a reconnaissance plan.
101 conference room.
Carl, Lao Mo and several team members, forensic doctor Naizel, 2 forensic department technicians, and an internal staff member of the network technology department, surrounded by the slides.
"Lal, I read the file before the Extraordinary Investigation Bureau, and it is indeed a related case." Lao Mo's weathered face was very serious-
If you call Carl's name correctly, it's even more perfect...
Guijianchou forensic doctor Naizheer spoke, kicking off:
"The victim, Winnasha, lost her head and subcutaneous fat, although similar to the Mayan sacrificial case, but her methods and tools for the crime are completely different. Could it be a mock criminal?"
Naizel clicked at the keyboard and turned to the next page of the slide and said:
"You see, I made a comparison picture. The victims of the 36 Missing Case were all peeled off by sharp weapons. Wen Nasha was scraped away by unknown dull objects."
On the slide, the dense incisions of the fatal wounds of the 36 missing victims are in sharp contrast with the rough and extremely rolled wounds of Winnasha.
"The viscera part, the liver and part of the large intestine are in short supply."
"Same as Mayan sacrificial case." Carl commented.
Naizel clicked on the next slide and said:
"No one is immune to the fatty areas of the buttocks and front xiong, and the subcutaneous fat of the legs is also the same."
"Subcutaneous fat...skull..." Carl's tail finger began to tap the table in a regular manner.
"Zhen Nifa, in the 36 missing case file, he only talked about the skull sacrifice on the golden platform, and did not talk about the effect of subcutaneous fat." Lao Mo, who had experienced vicissitudes, asked Nazel.
"Senior Bayer, I am Nezheer, Jennifer is a lesbian, I am a man, please at least distinguish between your surnames!"
Nezhel is probably the only one who never tires of correcting Lao Mo.
This is also caused by his forensic doctor's (force) strictness (force) and ruthlessness (critical) symptoms.
"Sorry, the case is too bizarre. The lost subcutaneous fat and internal organs have never been found. Is there any other effect?" Lao Mo apologized lightly and repeated the question.
"There may be many surnames here. Maybe in the Mayan sacrificial case, the fourth suspect has special hobbies, such as... I have encountered a case where the murderer used the deceased's internal organs to soak in jars and preserved as spoils, but it is usually the heart, etc. The internal organs with the meaning of conquest and victory, and the subcutaneous fat is... unbelievable." Carl tapped his left hand, clenched his fist with his right hand, held his chin, and continued:
"I think we still have to dig deep into the Mayan sacrificial ritual. As part of the body, the skull is used for sacrifice. Should we also sacrifice the subcutaneous fat?"
"For sacrifice, why must the internal organs and subcutaneous fat disappear? Isn't it enough to just pile it on the golden sacrificial platform?" Nagel asked back.
"Maybe... it needs to go through other methods, or need a specific procedure, or simply, the mysterious accomplice who hides behind him will be eaten?"
Chapter completed!