The psychologist looked at the unfamiliar number marks and then looked at Shi Hongfang's room.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he still did not choose to answer the phone, but knocked on the door hard: "Mr. Shi, you have your phone number!"

There was silence in the room and no sound could be heard.

Without the owner's permission, it is not easy for the psychologist to open the door and go in directly.

He wanted to hang up the phone, but who knew that Shi Hongfang's phone answered and hung up were the opposite of ordinary phones.

By the time the psychologist realized it, it was too late.

“How is it now?”

An unfamiliar voice came from the phone.

The psychologist said embarrassedly: "Sorry, Mr. Shi is drunk, I accidentally hang up and answer the call..."

Before he could finish his words, the person on the other end of the phone heard something wrong and immediately hung up the phone.

The psychologist smiled bitterly: "As for the hangup, are you so anxious..."

Then he secretly recorded the unfamiliar mobile phone number.

"Although I don't know who it is, I should...uh..."

There was a dull sound from the donglong.

The phone fell on the carpet.

The psychologist widened his eyes and pulled his hands down desperately, trying to pull them open and pinched his arm that strangled his neck.

His legs were pedaling around like a life, but they could be inserted into the neck with the needle.

The psychologist's struggle soon began to weaken, and he died in a short while.

Shi Hongfang let go of his arm and let the psychologist fall to the ground.

The drunkenness just now was all illusion, and he was waiting for a fatal opportunity with one blow.

Compared to shooting, poisoning, sneak attacking, hitting the head behind the back, and giving an air injection into the carotid artery is one of the easiest and easy ways to die.

Reality is not a movie. The possibility of an amateur standing behind people and smashing things into their heads with something to stimulate others' awareness of resistance is much higher than the possibility of knocking people out or killing them directly.

Once the other party resists, even if the brain suffers severe damage.

When life is threatened, individuals can last for a while.

It is no problem for a person to fight back before his death, creating some traces of fighting in the room.

Moreover, the blood stains stained on the scene must be washed with disinfectant several times. The tools used to smash people must be cleaned and should not be thrown into the trash can.

These things are very time-consuming to deal with.

A needle of air is injected into the carotid artery, creating an air embolism directly in the blood vessels, blocking blood flow.

It won't take long to die from insufficient oxygen supply.

The technique is clean and hygienic.

Just burn the syringe afterwards.

The only drawback is that the technical requirements are somewhat high and most people cannot accurately position them.

Shi Hongfang pushed his knuckles to the psychologist's neck to test his pulse to confirm whether the person was dead.

As for why not touch your wrist.

In fact, putting a hard solid object under the armpit and clamping it can temporarily stop the pulse at the wrist and perfectly disguise it as a corpse that has just died and deceived others.

So in most cases, when determining whether a person has died, people will choose to touch their necks.

Well, strange knowledge has increased again.

Shi Hongfang opened the psychologist's mobile phone and read the latest news.

After confirming that, he stuffed his cell phone back into the psychologist's pocket, picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"What's the matter?"

Song Jie's tone revealed a hint of fatigue, it seemed that he had not had a good sleep recently.

"Send someone to my apartment and deal with a body."

Shi Hongfang looked at the psychologist under his feet and said, "This is the last time, there will be no next time."

"……I see."

beep.

After Shi Hongfang hung up the phone, Song Jie, who was exhausted, called his number one socialite: "Send someone to Shi Hongfang's apartment... bring a body bag."

"Bring the body bag?"

Song Jie said impatiently: "You should know why you should bring your body bag."

"This...well, I get it."

After Song Jie's reminder, Hongying probably guessed who the dead was: "This Captain Shi is worthy of being a person who has been in the City of Sin, and he is really decisive in the attack."

"I've told you that those tricks are useless, and Shi Hongfang is not a fool."

Song Jie raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows: "I have given you the authorization from the cold storage area. Before dawn, I will quickly deal with the body. I have other things to do here."

The disappearance of Mus and Maoyan puts Song Jie under tremendous pressure.

No one knew whether the monster Janus was concerned about the disappearance of these two people.

If he is held accountable, he will definitely not have the best results.

In addition, the contact information sent to the man with glasses recently was also very sank to the sea, and Song Jie was almost collapsed if he couldn't find a way out.

Hongying was unaware of this. She used the seductive tone as always: "Yes, yes, yes, you always have a good rest. The boss is all the secretary who has something to do, but he has nothing to do~"

Song Jieli was too lazy to pay attention to Hongying, so she hung up the phone and continued to look for the whereabouts of Mus and Maoyan.

My life is almost gone, so how can I still have time to think about those things?

He doesn't want to be a romantic ghost who dies on a woman's belly.

……………………

A round is fleeting.

Relying on the retrospective plug-in, Kim Ping An didn't take long to pass the clues provided by the drug control team.

From a ubiquitous second-hand dealer, he got (river crab) and then through the backtracking of (river crab), he found the warehouse and transportation route of the lame wolf, as well as most members of the power.

Then, under Tian Hao's screening, the two selected several confidants of the lame wolf.

Then, through the hair, fabric residues of several people, the houses they had lived in, and the cars they drove, they successfully traced back and successfully obtained their recent itinerary and inferred the location of the drug driver.

Kim Ping'an's retrospective is equivalent to a large library that records all the past in the world.

As long as he wants to find it, there is nothing he can't find.

Even if the information is vast, it will be a matter of how long it takes at most.

But in Wu Ke's eyes, he almost hit his head.

Obviously, these two people did nothing, just looked at a few pieces of yarn, a few houses and a few cars to find the location of the drug dealer.

This way of finding people looks like a witch who is dancing with a great god.

This made Wu Ke worry about the accuracy of the news.

At this time, Wu Ke led members of the fully armed anti-drug team to guard near a small mountain village in the border area of ​​Qianhua City.

According to Kim Ping An, the drug guru they were looking for and the drug manufacturing base was hidden in a dilapidated temple on the mountain.

There are many villagers in the mountain village, all of which are their eyeliners.

These people are the well-known Way-Law.

Once you find a strange car nearby, the roadsters will warn the people on the mountain.

Moreover, they serve not only drug dealers, but also smugglers, smugglers, etc.
Chapter completed!