A sharpness flashed across Avis' gums, as if a lemon had been cut in his mouth.
In a trance, I looked at the wine bottle man again. A few red blood lines appeared on his temples, splashing around...
The man in the wine bottle pounced down, curled up on the ground, rolling and howling.
Carl Brian squatted down expressionlessly, tilted his head, and looked at him with a bright red flow from his fingers.
Does it hurt? My brick has some potential, so you can bear it.
This is the pain they suffer when you bully others. You taste it, you taste it carefully.
Carl clearly said nothing, but Ives felt the violent and unruly intention of killing from his pale face...
Carl is strange to this kind of person.
He was obviously a gentle police officer.
When the prisoner is not tried, his eyes are soft.
After Karl was convinced by Yide, he stood up, patted Avis on the shoulder, and wiped his hands on his clothes.
Avis stood there, looking at him with a complicated expression.
"What are you doing? Do you want to summon souls?"
"Kasir, you are different from what I imagine."
Nonsense, just like you think, then I'm very embarrassed... Carl walked into the depths of the alley with the knife of the bottle of wine, leaving Avis with a back view.
Put it all to the end.
Damn it! I was pretended to be... Avis thinks that Ka Sir's costume can give you full marks!
Suddenly, Avis caught a flash of red shadows.
"Puchi pudchi..."
At the top of the chimney not far away, a magpies staring at blood-red eyes spread their wings and flew out of his vision.
"Ka SiR, I don't know if I was dazzled. I just saw a bird, which seemed to have a red shadow!"
Ivis finally made some use of his remaining energy and called out to buy him the card Sir.
"It's the three-point direction, is that one on the chimney?"
"Yes, how do you know?"
Because it took off, I heard it too... Carl said mysteriously:
"I have a feeling of being monitored by someone. I didn't expect it to be a bird, so I don't care about it for now."
Carl turned around after maintaining his unfathomable image for three seconds:
"Call the district police station and I want to accuse this bastard of obstructing public affairs, assaulting police, robbing, intentional injury, undermining public safety, destroying the city's appearance, and scaring the flowers and plants on the roadside."
You are serious about the last two charges... Ives is speechless.
The Arant Kingdom mainly focuses on the continental legal system, absorbs the advantages of European and American case law. In terms of multiple crimes and punishment, it is much more pleasing than the real continental legal system.
Imagine the crime of competing and absorbing crime, which does not exist.
There is no principle of "deciding from a serious crime".
To be honest, one act commits multiple crimes and is listed for sentencing.
Carl had good legal grades when he was studying at the police academy.
The degree of self-defense and courageous behavior is correct.
If an ongoing illegal infringement is taken to stop illegal infringement, and the damage caused to the infringer shall not be held criminally liable.
What level of crime should be worthy of the attack, and what kind of force should be cleared.
I just photographed his brick, which would not only make him dizzy for a few days without damaging his skull and brain tissue.
It can be said that the man in the wine bottle kicked Carl's iron plate and did not look at the calendar today.
Carl added:
"We went out for the field and had recording and video equipment on us. Today, I had my law enforcement surveillance video. After you go back, let Dalton send it to the police station in this district as evidence."
Who is Dalton...Ives' social network suddenly expanded, leaving him at a loss.
Carl had already walked to the end of the alley and entered Bartho's house.
In the shack area, life is like grass, and life is the same price as death, so no one cares too much.
But the uncle of the missing Barto, thought the matter was too strange.
I was afraid that it wasn't a monster or a monster that caused trouble, and that they were afraid that they would harm their family of six, so they called the police with great fanfare.
The broken house in front of me is also owned by Uncle Bartoon Johnson.
A family of six squeezed into a bungalow made of dirt and abandoned building materials.
Barto's parents died, and they unloaded their forklifts at Solaska docks and lived in a small compartment in the corner of their uncle's house.
That night, my uncle's family heard nothing.
The possibility of their whole family intermittent deafness and blindness overnight was ruled out. This method of committing the crime was similar to that of a man in the interrogation room and quietly bidding farewell to the beautiful world.
The next morning, Johnson asked Barto to go to the dock to move bricks, and cursed twice but didn't wake up.
When I was planning to go in and twist my ears, I found blood in the house and two fallen front teeth - freshly released.
Thinking of the overwhelming news of the disappearance of the secret room, I immediately called the police.
The small compartment where Barto slept is in the innermost place, without windows, the door is useless - a movable wooden door.
Whether it is a human or a dog, it is unlikely that it will pass through the hall where the uncle's family sleeps, enter the doghouse of Batto, and kidnap Batto.
Besides, Aunt Barto took care of the kans all night that night and almost didn't close her eyes.
Carl and Ivis passed through the strangely smelly hall and walked into the "room" where Badan was sleeping.
A cave of about 7 square meters, wooden beds on the verge of collapse, and in dim corners, broken cotton wool and plastic bags piled up.
A month has passed, and the blood is still not clean, and the uneven floor has dark red stains.
Carl still said the same thing:
"Ivy, don't touch anything, let me know what you see later."
After saying that, I closed my eyes and breathed, the smell followed:
*The smell of earthy walls, complex ingredients; *The man smells sweaty and mixed with smoke; *The slight rust smell is not washed clean when Barto disappeared; *The smell of mites in the broken cotton wool...
Carl ingested another big stream of air, and finally, in the all-inclusive and spicy smell, he smelled a trace of gasoline engine oil!
Abstract emoji package of engine oil painting?
Carl opened his eyes.
"Ivey, what did you find?"
"Sir, I found that you called me my name and became more and more intimate. I only met you last night."
Avis is cheap and squeezing.
Do you want to be your brother-in-law? Carl's mouth slightly raised, "Hug your thighs?"
"think!"
“What did you see?”
"I saw nothing except the magpies with the slightest shadow on the alley; but I don't understand why you saw the first scene as the first case, this scene as the eleventh case, and the second scene is not seen?"
“There are several scenes, close to the Gulf of Solaska, and I want to confirm the dolphin’s sound.”
I understood every word, but I couldn't understand it when I combined it... Ives showed a monkey-like expression - hehe, human things.
Carl closed his eyes again, and the hearing elves quickly spread from inside the house to outside the house.
His hearing has been spreading across the Gulf of Solaska, crossing the barriers of time and crossing the gap in space.
In fact, it is a tormenting task to ignore time and space and search for sound waves on a large scale.
There is too much noise in this area, not as quiet as the back door of San Mateo University.
It is very close to the dock, and the sound of the boat's whistle is very deadly.
And the sound waves a month ago must have been shattered.
His entire ears were repeated, "clang~kick...clang~kickkick..."
He is now like a recorder hiding under the rails.
Let the broken sound waves ragtly ravage his willpower.
My brain seemed to be placed on the rails, and I was forced to receive "bang ~bang sir".
I had to pull the progress bar quickly, endure the urge to vomit blood, and patiently distinguish it.
A few minutes later, I finally heard what he wanted to hear - the sound of dolphins!
There is a dolphin sound in front and no behind!
The eunuch's sound of dolphins!
Just like the female college teacher!
He was sweating all over his head, his nose was filled with fever, and he was having difficulty breathing.
"SiR! Are you okay!"
"fine……"
Carl opened his eyes and took a few deep breaths, and the red blood vessels climbed onto his eyeballs - the intracranial pressure increased and the capillary rupture caused.
"Look together, find abstract symbols written in motor oil!"
"Just... did you find that under the sink of a female college teacher's house?"
"right."
They groped every corner.
Even the bricks matted with wooden beds were moved up and carefully looked over them one by one.
Nothing was found.
Avis wanted to catch the spider in the corner of the house and torture it-if he could speak spider.
"Look outside the house."
So they passed by the living room where flies were flying, came out of the earthen wall and fumbled.
I almost removed Barto's kennel, and finally crossed the earth wall and bricks above the fist-sized vent, and found a rough emoji-the curly hair and a big-mouthed monster with rolling eyes.
All Carl's guesses have been verified, which is what he is most worried about.
I wanted to go to the next scene, and it was also near the dock.
But Raymond called the soul like a call, and he was anxious and anxious, as if he had lost his parents:
Chapter completed!