disappearing gold

Tong Ge walked out of the interrogation room angrily. After another breath of air, his rationality returned a little.

Tong Ge remembered one more important thing, "When I come back from the investigation, we can reveal the secret."

"You?" Xiao Feng shouted, "It turns out you were just guessing!"

"Nonsense! Where do I have time? Besides, I was so busy that I forgot. Where do you think the hut where the victim lives is?"

"A small cabin with a navy blue curtain covering the window and the factory door."

Tong Ge called Xiao Li, took the evidence collection tools and set off, then turned back and ordered: "Look out for the good guy! If something happens, I will settle the score with you."

The official car bumped along the road for a while and finally arrived at the abandoned industrial area. The industrial zone consists of multiple factories with many entrances and exits. Because they were not familiar with the road, they passed seven or eight factories.

After twisting and turning, I saw the light blue cloth, and Tong Ge immediately walked in first.

Finally, we found the hut where the victim lived. The things inside were very simple, with only daily necessities such as iron frame beds, desks, chairs, pots and pans, etc.

Although the house is small, it is very clean. Although there are not many items, they are all arranged neatly. It seems that he did not know that the police would come, and running away was just a hasty decision!

He started taking photos to collect evidence. The strange thing was that after working for a long time, he seemed to have made a mistake. "Captain, I found something strange."

Tong Ge was shocked, "Show me."

"There are five marks here." Xiao Li pointed to the rim of a bowl. "If Xiao Feng's identification is correct, there must be traces of the victim's life here."

"It's impossible for Xiao Feng to admit his mistake. Let's look again."

Xiao Li did not dare to complain and searched again.

This time, Balsam Pear's face grew longer and longer. "I found two more similar marks on this water glass, but these don't look like fingerprints?"

"I don't believe in evil anymore. What the hell is this? Let's find the third wheel together."

Unexpectedly, the next moment passed quietly, and not a single valid fingerprint was found. What they found was a mark that looked like a fingerprint, but it wasn't a fingerprint at all - it didn't have any texture.

The children's song had no choice but to give up, "Take pictures, you go and restore the footprints!"

In the end, I only found a clear footprint and nothing else suspicious.

At the same time, Xiao Feng was drowsy outside the observation room, and the resentment in his heart had reached the breaking point. The task of monitoring the suspect was really not a good job!

At the beginning, the victim was put into the interrogation room without showing any nervousness, as if he had just moved from a deserted and silent factory to another place with a more serious atmosphere.

He looked left and right, and seemed to find the monitor in the corner, and suddenly showed a strange smile there. Just when Xiao Feng pressed himself against the glass to see more clearly, he quickly turned around and focused his eyes on a pair of hands again.

Then, he fell into a drowsy state, during which he never opened his eyes, looked out the window, or even glanced at the monitor.

Xiao Feng was about to fall asleep when he was suddenly shaken violently. "Who is it?" He raised his hand to remove the annoying hand behind him and continued to sleep soundly.

"Hello? Wake up!" Tong Ge grabbed his ear, "Do you want to see a person like this?"

Xiao Feng jumped up in fright, "Yes, I'm sorry, I..."

"How is it? Is the victim nervous?"

"No, he fell asleep."

As expected, Tong Ge saw the person sitting on the iron chair asleep. Damn, his psychological quality is so strong!

Stay and endure! Instead, Song Xiaofan took the opportunity to have a full night's sleep!

The footprints found in the abandoned hut were definitely those of the victim, the ugly man. Even the patterns on the soles were exactly the same, and the pattern was also prismatic.

While doing all this, the victim was still sleeping, and if you listened carefully, you could still hear his slight shouts.

Thinking of not finding any strange marks in the cabin, Tong Ge gently raised his palms and looked at them carefully.

But the next second, he was extremely shocked by a horrifying fact - the ten fingers of the victim's hands had no lines at all. Not only were there no lines, but they were all replaced by scars!

"Xiao Li, look, look at this, this..." Due to extreme shock. He couldn't say the next words. He just held on to those 10 fingers.

Song Xiaofan, who was hurt, finally woke up and impatiently folded his hands, "I don't think you policemen are still capable of petty theft!" Xiao Li came over and roughly grabbed the two palms. He rubbed his eyes with both hands, thinking he was mistaken. After a long while, he returned his gaze to the ten fingers again. But seeing that all ten of his fingertips had been replaced by scars, and comparing it to that ugly and weird face, Xiao Li was even more shocked, "This, this, this... what have you gone through? What have you gone through to get such fingers?" A head and a face like this?”

Song Xiaofan withdrew his fingers and chose silence.

"You, have you ever experienced anything special?" Tong Ge asked.

Xiao Li finally exclaimed, "All the victim's fingerprints have been destroyed."

"So, was this intentional or an accident?" Tong Ge asked.

So he began to interrogate the ugly man, and Zhu Lan took notes.

He woke up, looked at the detective with disdain, and pressed his lips into a straight line.

"Okay, the interrogation has officially begun, and everything you say will be used as a confession. We hope you will answer truthfully and not hide anything."

"Humph!" He twitched the corner of his mouth.

"What's your name?" Although he wanted to ask him why his fingerprints disappeared, he resisted and still followed the procedures for interrogation.

He didn't answer.

"Where do you live?"

He was silent, but his eyes were fixed on the children's song.

"Who is at home?"

He still didn't say a word and didn't want to pay attention at all.

"Why did you run away while you were in the hospital?"

"Because I also injured someone, and I'm afraid you'll find me then." Song Xiaofan finally spoke.

There is truth, but is this reason enough? Tong Ge frowned and thought.

"How is the other party injured?"

"I don't know, didn't I faint?"

"Then why do you live in a hut in an abandoned factory?"

When the question came to the most critical point, Song Xiaofan scratched his fingers instead, with no desire to answer.

"I ask you again, why do you want to live in a hut in an abandoned factory?"

"You can live here if you want. I don't have to spend a penny there. Isn't that okay?"

Tong Ge almost spat out a mouthful of old blood and fainted, "But it's far away from the city. Don't you need to buy daily necessities?"

Song Xiaofan shook his head, "Of course I need it, but I can buy enough at one time."

"Okay, how long have you lived in that cabin?"

"These don't seem to have anything to do with me being beaten, right?" Song Xiaofan waited until he was almost at the extreme.

But Tong Ge couldn't take care of his emotions, "That's what it says."

"I don't remember, I haven't counted them," he said contemptuously.

Tong Ge scratched his scalp, "I didn't ask you how many days, but how many years you always remember, right?"

Song Xiaofan shook his head and looked like he was cheating, "Sorry, I forgot again."