"For a while, I thought this world was Cthulhu style, otherwise how could there be so many people like you? Oh, no, you shouldn't be attributed to humans." Xu Chuan was wearing disposable gloves in his hand and fiddled with the power tools hanging on the wall, as if he was considering which one was better to use.
Martin Vanyere's right thumb and left little finger were tied behind the same ties, and he was lying on the ground with a confused and frightened look at the Asian man with a sudden change in style.
"By the way, do you know what Cthulhu is?" Xu Chuan picked an ordinary knife from the tool and walked to Martin. He didn't need to answer, and continued, "At that time, I always thought you were another creature in human skin, so I peeled off all the skins of those guys and were alive."
He grabbed his hair and felt a little annoyed, "Then I compared the anatomy books and found that there seemed to be no difference. This incident puzzled me for a while."
"But in the end I figured it out. No matter if you used illusions or other things on me, just kill you, right?" Xu Chuan rolled up his sleeves and slashed twice on his arm with a warm smile.
Martin's mouth was blocked by tape, and his mouth made a sound of unknown significance, "It's okay, I know you're happy too, but I'm sorry, I really don't have time to deal with you like this." Xu Chuan lowered his arms and let the blood drop to the ground.
He tore two tissues and stuffed them into his ears, picked up the P228 from the table, pulled the sleeve and the bullet was loaded, aimed at Martin's head and prepared to pull the trigger.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Mr. Bell, Mr. Griers." Bloomwester struggled to sit up from the ground, "I think we should call the police. There is enough stuff here for him to be in jail for a lifetime, and Haley has not yet been asked about whereabouts."
Xu Chuan glanced at him, and Martin lying on the ground seemed to feel a glimmer of life. Then the gun rang, a bullet drilled into Martin's forehead, and blood and yellow-white substances flowed out from behind his head.
I shot two shots on the chest and took out the tissue stuffed into my ears. Shooting in such a closed environment will definitely cause harm to hearing. I turned my head to look at Bloomvester, who was dull and said, "What did you say?"
"We should call the police instead of killing him directly, this is murder." Bloomwester shouted, and Shaland shouted his name to try to calm him down. For this reporter, the things he has experienced during this period are really too much more than his common sense.
"Call the police, and then let him retire in your cell that is equivalent to a star-rated hotel, and write a memoir to attract fans?" Xu Chuan untied the tape on the body and the tied cable ties, and stuffed the knife into Martin's hand
The highest penalty in Sweden is only life imprisonment, and they believe that the human rights of prisoners are also human rights. Although the prison is not luxurious, there is no iron fence on the windows, and the design is also considered that the sunlight can shine well into any "room".
Not only are there TVs, but also furniture designed by designers. Computers can be used casually, CDs can be borrowed, libraries, etc., just like "vacation".
Is this going to jail? Xu Chuan thinks that social welfare is too good, and it hurts a lot of people.
"But this is murder."
"Who said that we clearly discovered the secret of Martin as a perverted serial killer, and then made him want to kill us to silence us. At the most dangerous moment, I broke the tie and fought with the killer. During this period, the pistol fired and killed him."
Xu Chuan raised his arm, which was the evidence. The logical rigorous words left the eloquent reporter speechless, "So you deliberately broke the door lock and asked Martin to come over alone and kill him again? You can't escape the police investigation, and I know what's going on."
"Michael, stop talking." Shaland was so anxious that she was hanging. This man was just trying to die now. Can't he see that there was something wrong with this person's mental illness?
It is hard for Xu Chuan to say whether this person has always been so naive or was scared. He walked to the entrance and took out a small electronic device in a corner. It was a sports camera. He turned on the video he had taken. Well, it was not bad, and it was quite clear.
Put Shaland down, "What about your opinion? Do you also hope I call the police first?"
The girl with smoked makeup moved her numb wrists and thought to herself, what does he mean, did she kill us before silence?
"No, I think people like this deserve to die."
"That's right." Xu Chuan felt that only the young lady could understand her good intentions. "Tell him well, I just don't want to do something that violates the bottom line, but if he is really ignorant, I don't mind moving the bottom line down."
"Then your bottom line is really flexible." Shaland complained.
No matter how Shaland persuaded Bloomwester, after Xu Chuan arranged the scene, the man's performance was no longer hostile.
I took a photo of the folder filled with photos of the victim, and then the iron door at the entrance was finally pushed open, "Bell, are you okay?"
The first one was Allen's bodyguard. The eldest young master followed behind, which moved Xu Chuan, "It's brother, I won't bully you next time."
Allen pushed away the bodyguard with a gun and saw the corpse on the ground and the blood stains around him at a glance. "Oh my..." Before he could finish his words, his eyes rolled straight and fell down. This guy's hypoxia seemed to have not recovered yet.
Fortunately, the bodyguard helped him a little, so he did not let the eldest master's face have an intimate contact with the ground.
This is the time they agreed on. If they exceed it, they will bring people to catch him. Of course, it is more because the more people they know about this, the safer he will be.
For an old European family, silence is just a routine operation. Although Henrik favors Bloomweister, he will give up this young reporter without hesitation as long as the family is involved.
Of course, someone would cover up Martin's affairs. For them, the reputation of the family is greater than anything else. Bloomvester actually wanted to call the police. If he really did this, it would be very far from death.
Ditch Flod is the lawyer of the Vanyere family and has helped Henrik with some things all year round. He found Bloomvester.
Everyone had returned to Henrik's main house. "Gentlemen, it is very regrettable that this fact has come out. Henrik asked me to apologize and thank you on his behalf."
Bloomvester's body was just a skin trauma, the doctor had already dealt with it, and Xu Chuan's wound had been stitched and bandaged.
"Why didn't Henrik come?" asked the reporter.
Chapter completed!