Eden and his direct descendants are really a breath of fresh air in the Public Security Bureau...

One day, there will be such upright people in the public security bureau, government, and civilians. How beautiful will the world be?

Linn looked at Gotha, Paul left, and sighed.

If there is really a chance in the future, I still have to try to push Eden to the position of director of the Public Security Bureau.

Time began to pass minute by minute.

Half past nine.

Ten o'clock.

Half past ten.

Ten fifty-five.

There was still no strange movement in the house of this somewhat eccentric solitary.

Gotha and Paul, who were placed on both sides, did not come to report the situation.

It is known that the eleven o'clock murderer will definitely kill someone.

So there is not much time left, and there is no movement inside, does it mean that this person living alone is neither the murderer nor the murderer's next target?

Lynn and Eden also don't want any more innocent people to die.

Therefore, after generally feeling that there would be no problems here, he had the urge to support other places.

But this thought didn't last long before he suppressed it.

There are two peace officers stationed in the remaining four places.

There are small teams patrolling the streets.

Eden himself was in charge of the church.

The protection provided to those living alone has been upgraded to the highest level.

If this can't stop the murderer from committing the crime, then going there yourself probably won't have much effect.

What's more, there are people who live alone and churches, and I can't take care of it alone. If things get over and something happens here again, and I lose sight of one thing, it will be a big loss.

In the end, he calmed down and decided to stick to his post.

Ten fifty-nine.

Time has entered the final countdown.

One minute.

The murderer hasn't appeared yet.

Lynn was basically certain that the solitary man would survive.

After all, it was impossible for the murderer to kill the man living alone in one minute and fake the scene to appear as a suicide and accidental death.

And if this man living alone was the murderer, it would be impossible for him to not go out at eleven o'clock.

Thirty seconds.

Ten seconds.

Five seconds.

Four seconds.

Three seconds.

Two seconds.

One second——

The second hand of the watch passed the '12' mark, and the time had reached eleven o'clock.

"Alas." Linn sighed.

Another dead person appears.

I launched the investigation a day in advance, but still failed to save the innocent people tonight.

Another minute later, Gotha and Paul rushed to Linn's side from their respective positions.

"It seems we squatted with the wrong person." Gotha said regretfully.

He had practiced several times in private, just to catch the murderer with his own hands.

Paul was a little shocked: "I don't know if the murderer was caught elsewhere, another murder occurred, or nothing happened."

"Think on the bright side." Lin En's mission was not completed, and he knew that the situation was the worst, but he still remained unaware in front of the two of them, "Go back to the church to meet them first."

"Um."

"Um."

The three of them walked towards the church.

After walking four or five steps, Linn suddenly stopped.

Paul looked at Linn doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

Lin En turned to look at the calm and dark room where the solitary man lived: "Let's go up and have a look."

"What else is there to see? He didn't come out and no one went in." Gotha thought there was no need to waste any more time on this solitary man.

Lin En recalled the strangeness of these murders and could not be completely reassured: "Let's take a look. Even if nothing happens, it would be safer to take him to the church and keep him under unified supervision."

"Mr. Linn is right. If there is no murder tonight, it means that the murderer is among the five people we are monitoring and the dozens of people living alone in the church. Now putting them under unified supervision will be beneficial to our next investigation.

." After thinking deeply, Paul agreed with Lynn's words.

"Okay, let's go." Gotha was successfully persuaded.

The three of them returned to the building and walked towards the third floor where the solitary man was.

When he reached the second floor, Linn carefully held the gun that Eden had given him in his hand.

When Paul saw this, he didn't say anything and took out his gun, ready to take action as soon as possible in case of an emergency.

"There's no movement inside. He must have fallen asleep." Gotha always walked at the front. He came to the third floor and leaned against the door to listen to the sound. He turned to the two of them and whispered.

"Knock on the door." Linn gradually became uneasy.

"Stay back and be prepared." When he finally arrived at the door, Gotha was no less cautious than the others. After admonishing him, he held the gun and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

"Dong dong dong."

"Dong dong dong."

After knocking for twenty seconds, there was no response.

"Are you sleeping so hard..." Gotha didn't care whether it would disturb the residents and knocked on the door harder.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Still no movement.

No one opened the door, and no one warned me from inside not to knock.

The three of them realized something was wrong.

"Break the door!" Paul said solemnly.

The tall and powerful brother took a step back, and then kicked the door violently!

"Bang!"

The force was so strong that the first kick made the door tremble.

"Be prepared, there's probably something going on inside." Gotha said, and kicked the door hard several times.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

The fragile wooden door was kicked into a large hole by Gotha, and then he reached in and opened the lock, then entered the house first with his gun raised.

"Follow me!" Paul followed closely, protecting Linn, went in, found the light, and turned it on.

The moment the room became bright, the three of them raised their guns and looked around.

The room is very empty.

Nowhere to hide.

Between the only bed and the bookshelf, the thin, lonely man who didn't like to talk and didn't like to go out had already tied a rope around his neck and hung himself in mid-air!
To be continued...