Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

He saw several groups of TV reporters carrying portable cameras, wandering around the parking lot. Their interviews almost turned half of the parking lot into a carnival party.

There were also some VIPs wearing expensive clothes walking around in the parking lot, chatting with each other, and occasionally bursts of hypocritical and polite laughter.

It was really troublesome. In order to ensure the safety of the VIP, Dawkins' security team was constantly drawing on standby reserve personnel to enter the scene. When these reserve human resources were exhausted, the security lines in other directions would inevitably have loopholes.

The Oslo police are a reliable force, but they have a much wider mission and territory to look after…

The signing ceremony was so grand, it was really... a headache.

As long as these people walked into the venue, they could enjoy the room temperature of 25 degrees Celsius, sit on soft chairs, and enjoy a variety of exquisite snacks and drinks. But these people were willing to stay in the sub-zero cold open air.

Dawkins is an expert skier who has enjoyed all the natural ski resorts in Europe. He is also a native Norwegian and knows the feeling of cold and the value of warmth.

Humans cannot fight against the cold no matter what. Compared with nature, humans are so small.

The cold air and biting wind will never show mercy to anyone.

"How's it going, Dawkins?"

Dawkins turned around and said, "No problem, Captain. Everyone on the list is here."

"I'll take your place for 10 minutes. You can go inside and warm up a bit. Go to the monitoring room and get yourself a cup of coffee."

"Thank you." Dawkins knew that he really needed something to cheer himself up.

He had to stay outside for the rest of the day and patrol the parking lot to ensure that no enemies appeared and threatened the safety of the VIPs.

In the icy and snowy outside, the plainclothes officers of the Oslo police had a much more miserable life. They could only shiver in the cold wind.

Thinking of this, Dawkins's bad mood was relieved a little. Sure enough, everything in this world is a result of comparison.

As the young soldier walked towards the monitoring room, he happened to see the large broadcast vehicle that he had brought in not long ago, which seemed to be from the American Broadcasting Corporation.

He looked inside and saw only a bunch of turned-off electronic screens and devices...

This is so strange. Isn't the signing ceremony about to start? Where is the technician in the car?

However, a cup of hot coffee was more important to him than anything else. Dawkins thought to himself that he would write down his doubts in the log later and let the next shift check it to avoid the Americans accusing them of poor hospitality.

A cold wind blew through the parking lot, and Dawkins couldn't help shivering and hurriedly quickened his pace towards the monitoring room.

Chapter 8 Northern Lights 3

The hotel maid had a very unlucky day.

Most of the guests had very sloppy living habits, which left her with a lot of trivial chores, preventing her from completing the scheduled work progress on time.

She was disappointed to see a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door handle of her room, but the door connecting to the main guest room did not have the same sign.

The maid thought that perhaps the guest had made a mistake.

That kind of sign has "Do Not Disturb" printed on one side and "Clean Immediately" on the other side, and guests often hang the wrong one.

So the maid first went into the room without a sign. There was only one bed in the room that showed signs of use.

She immediately took off the bed sheet and quickly changed it for a clean one. She had to repeat this action no less than fifty times a day and had become very skilled at it.

Next, she checked the bathroom, replaced the used towels, put a new bar of soap wrapped in biodegradable recycled paper in the soap dish, and then emptied the bathroom trash into the garbage bag hanging in front of the cart.

Then she had to make up her mind whether to tidy up another room.

The sign on the door handle prohibited her from entering, but if guests really didn't need cleaning, why not hang the same sign on the door handle of this connecting room?

At least she would try it. If there were indeed any valuables placed inside, she would back out immediately.

The maid looked through the door connecting to this room and saw two empty beds where someone had slept before, and no clothes on the floor.

In fact, the room was almost as tidy as it had been yesterday.

She stuck her head in the door and saw that the washroom area was as tidy as usual, as if no one had used it.

It just tastes weird...

The maid was very familiar with this smell, it was the smell of frozen meat taken out of the refrigerator after it was thawed - the kind of frozen meat with blood...

A bad feeling rose from deep within her bones, reminding her to leave the room quickly.

But... after hesitating for a moment, she pushed the cart to the side of the bed. She grabbed the heavy quilt with both hands and pulled it hard... a pair of hairy legs of a man fell out from it, and the fishy smell of rusty iron mixed with the cold and pungent fresh air desperately drilled into her nostrils.

——Someone is dead.

The woman's unique shrill voice woke up many passengers who were enjoying the warmth of their beds and had no intention of braving the cold to watch the ceremony this morning.

It took some time for the hotel manager to calm the travelers down, and he had to provide them with a sumptuous lunch as compensation for the hotel's poor service.

He found the servant who sang the soprano and was about to fire her on the spot when he saw the male corpse stained dark red by coagulated blood. A few seconds later, the manager also roared.

It took them more than ten minutes to figure out what had happened.

The manager thought, things are getting complicated. Although most of the guests went to watch today's signing ceremony - this can be regarded as a major historical event in the easing of relations between Norway and the new Soviet Union - being able to see it with their own eyes means that they are witnesses of the historical event.

The manager took a deep breath, letting the cold air drive away the fear in his heart. He locked the door of this room and walked into the manager's office with the maid.

“…This is a big problem.”

He was not a fool. He prepared himself mentally and called the Oslo Police Station as required by the procedures.

“This is the police station.”

"I want to report a murder," the manager said as calmly as possible, but his trembling voice revealed his panic.

……

This is the 11th murder report that Oslo police have received, not only in hotels where tourists are staying, but also in cars parked on the roadside.

Without exception, the victims were all killed in execution-style attacks. In addition, the victims' IDs were all fake, which meant that the police could not determine their true identities.

This is not normal, especially today.

Although some people suggested that since they couldn't find out the real identity information, they might as well learn from the advanced experience on the other side of the ocean and classify them all as suicides, which would solve their urgent needs.

With the extremely cold weather brought about by the super snowstorm in the past two days, it is normal that a few homeless people who did not have time to find shelter were frozen to death.

In this way, they only need to focus their precious energy on a limited number of cases. Anyway, the victims in these cases all have the same death characteristics, so as long as one of them is solved, the other murders can be solved naturally and follow the clues.

There is also something that everyone is concerned about. The number of criminal cases and the rate of solving the cases are related to their performance evaluation this month. With 11 new cases on the list at once, everyone will have to eat polar wind this month.

……

"It looks like it was done by an amateur, and the killing method was not professional enough," said Porter Memphis.

The police's on-site investigators have taken a lot of photos of the scene, and the autopsy personnel are putting the bodies into plastic bags, preparing to transfer them to the transfer vehicle downstairs in the hotel.

The cause of death was obvious, and the murderer's method was particularly cruel. Porter judged that there should be two murderers, who used brute force to hold down the victim's arms before slitting the victim's throat. The severe bruises on both arms confirmed their inference.

Then, in order to avoid getting blood stains on his clothes, the murderer protected himself with a bath towel and watched the victim struggling and bleeding.

The deceased's personal belongings were searched through, but no signs of missing property were found, which made the Oslo police extremely puzzled.

It seems that the crime was not committed for money.

It's troublesome, this series of murders, Porter Memphis smoothed the wrinkles left by his eyebrows.

Maybe someone came to collect a debt, maybe the deceased set up a fraud before his death, maybe it was an internal gang fight, or maybe... there were too many possibilities, and Detective Porter couldn't find any clues in a short time.

It is obvious that this was not a simple murder of passion, but a premeditated and carefully planned massacre with extremely cruel methods.

With a pen in hand, Potter slowly picked out the wallet from the dead man's pocket. Fortunately, the victim's wallet remained in his pocket.

After a moment, he uttered a curse word that only locals know - the deceased's documents were all forged, and the contents of the wallet were useless except for cash.

The guest's name and identity information recorded in the hotel check-in book meant nothing, nor did the license plate number written down by the front desk. The vehicle used by the murderer had been reported stolen by the owner months earlier.

The theft case can be declared solved, but the owner still can't get his car back because the police have not received any reports of abandoned vehicles on the roadside.

Chapter 9 Northern Lights 4

After hours of freezing in the wind, Dawkins was finally able to hang a chain on the entrance he was guarding and push out a mobile sign with the word "blocked" on it.

Finally it's time to start, he thought.

However, two entrances were left open for those who wanted to enter the parking lot after the ceremony began. However, they were subject to much stricter security checks and had to face the intrusion of Norwegian Defense Force soldiers with assault rifles and bomb detectors...

The last time the Norwegian government held a large public event, thieves broke into the parking lot and stole items worth millions of euros. Dawkins doesn't want something like this to happen while he's on duty.

To this end, he and two other colleagues in the team agreed to patrol the entire parking lot together instead of standing still in a place sheltered from the wind.

Besides, in this kind of weather, it is too cold to stand still. It is better to move around. At least you won’t suffer from hypothermia due to low body temperature.

Dawkins only stopped for half a minute and felt that his legs were about to freeze. He thought it would be best to walk around and stretch his muscles.

Moreover, he thought that he would not encounter any stupid thieves. Who would be stupid enough to go out in sub-zero weather? Dawkins tightened the HK416 in his arms and walked slowly towards the next location that needed to be inspected.

……

Oslo Police Chief David Krantov has always been lucky. This time he finally snatched the position of chief from many competitors.

But his luck seemed to have ended there. More than ten consecutive murders broke out on the same day, forcing him to rush into the police station's command center in a hurry, pulling up his pants, without even going to the toilet.

The center is located in the basement of the General Administration, next door to the armory.

Due to the layout of the room, the command center has a strange shape, roughly triangular, with all the desks squeezed into one corner and the screen of the integrated display system hung on the angled wall on the other side.

So far, the atmosphere in the command center has been relatively calm.

Not only the capital Oslo, but almost the entire Scandinavia is shrouded in bad weather, and this weather has a greater deterrent effect on crime than any police organization.

Therefore, technicians switched half of the integrated display system's screen to the live broadcast channel of the World Cup football matches that were being held in full swing in Europe.

As the conversation went on, the two teams were entangled in a fight. Players from both teams were scheming against each other as they ran, trying to grab the football that was rolling on the grass.

Just as Krantov was about to explode, a young lady from the communications room walked in with several pages of documents sent from the crime scene outside.

"Murder number 16, sir. This time it was discovered by a Wehrmacht patrol who thought we might know the identity of the victim..."

The quality of the driver's license is so poor that it can be recognized as a fake at a glance. The only real thing is the personal photo posted in the corner. However, perhaps due to the quality of the fax and the image enlargement, the photo looks surprisingly blurry.

Krantov stared at the faxed photo for a long time, and after looking at it carefully for half a minute, he was able to barely find some clues from his memory.

Just when he was about to say that he didn't recognize this face, he suddenly remembered what happened when he was assigned to join Interpol and was active in the waters near Syria.

"...I've seen this guy before. He's not Norwegian. I think his name is Marvin Colclaw. But it seems to be a fake name."

Chief Krantov turned to the deputy chief, "Lindsay, do you have any impression of this guy?"

"never seen it."

"Then I'll use some connections to see if I can find this guy's information from Interpol's database."

"He's dead, Chief."

"It doesn't matter. The dead can speak, too," said Krantov.

Two hours later, the autopsy report came in. Based on the wounds on different parts of the deceased's body, the autopsy team agreed that the fatal wound was a cut on the right side of the neck, which directly damaged the artery.

The forensic team was very helpful. They basically restored the method of murder using text and injury photos.

First, the murder group took advantage of the victim's unpreparedness and hit him on the back of his neck with some kind of iron stick, which directly caused him to fall on the cheap stall in the hotel.

Although attacker A used great strength, he did not know how to kill with an iron stick and failed to kill with one strike.

So the assailants A and B worked together to drag the man into the bathroom and let him lie on his back. The friction marks on the back of the body matched the marks found by the on-site investigation team, and the combination of the two proved the forensic team's speculation.

The two men let the deceased lie on his back on the bathroom floor. This hotel was not luxurious and the bathroom provided in the suite was not big, so they did not have enough space to complete the task of silencing the victim.

They had no choice but to throw the man into the bathtub, but the bathroom was too small to accommodate two grown men.

Assailant A was kneeling on the ground in a rather awkward posture, while assailant B took out a bath towel from the bathroom locker and put it on himself.

Then, the assailant B took out a long towel and wrapped it around the neck of the deceased. According to the state of the deceased at that time, he should have woken up from a coma, because they found a fresh tissue sample from the nails.

This forced the two to give up their original plan - strangling each other with a towel. Now they had to speed up and kill him before he woke up from his coma.

The forensic autopsy team could not determine who had killed him, but the murder weapon was probably a table knife, most likely a steak knife from a hotel. In short, one of the two perpetrators, A or B, had used a knife to slash the victim's right carotid artery.

The extremely high blood pressure caused blood to spurt out of the wound. Fortunately, both of them were holding large bath towels, which not only blocked the blood spurting out, but also gave them time to suppress the spurting blood.

At this moment, the severe pain made the deceased completely awake from the confusion caused by the sudden heavy blow. However, there was no time for him to understand what had happened.

His hands flicked once or several times, but were immediately restrained by the two assailants. The distinctive purple patches on his forearms and wrists told the forensic autopsy team this fact.

Finally, the attacker who used a steak knife cut the victim's left carotid artery.