Netherworld Investigator Chapter 703: Bomb doll

lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapter of Sin Hunter (Detective of the Underworld)!

We rushed into the tattoo shop. The scene was very strange. There was an old man's body lying on the ground with a gunshot wound on his forehead. Two police officers were standing next to them, surrounded by some clockwork toys. Keep walking around.

There are clockwork monkeys that keep beating gongs, clockwork ducks that sway, and clockwork bears that are turning somersaults. All of them are wrapped in black tape with a stick-like object, which may be an explosion. Things.

The policeman explained in tears that they were just taking photos for evidence and accidentally kicked off a thread, and then these strange things came out of the corner. They suspected it was a bomb, and kept moving randomly!

This is undoubtedly the masterpiece of a watchmaker, and he is best at making such a small mechanism.

Inspector Liang said in a cold sweat, "Ajie, Acheng, don't move around. Where can I find the agency?"

Huang Xiaotao stopped and said: "Call the bomb disposal expert!"

Officer Liang has a bitter face: "Now it's the high-end period after get off work. In case it is too late for the time bomb, I used to learn electronics, and I can probably handle it."

I noticed that the movement of these clockwork toys is very regular. I took out my mobile phone and called Huang Xiaotao. I noticed that the signal was constantly disturbing, and I said with confidence: "There is a very regular strong disturbance nearby. Source, something must be controlling them."

I raised the phone and walked carefully around the room. When the phone approached a wall, the interference signal became strong. There was a tattoo picture on that wall. I tore it off, revealing a signal transmitter-like device underneath, which kept flashing red.

Police Liang found a screwdriver from nowhere, and after unscrewing the cover of the device, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, I can still handle this thing."

He numbly removed some circuits, the signal disappeared, and the clockwork toy stopped automatically.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. A policeman was going to pick up a toy to see what was going on. I stopped loudly: "Don't touch them, they may be detonated by touch! You should come out carefully and wait for the bomb Experts come to deal with it."

We waited outside for more than an hour when an EOD vehicle drove up. The bomb disposal expert used the instrument to scan and told us that these toys were equipped with detonators and balance triggers and exploded as soon as they fell to the ground. Although the intensity of the explosion was limited, it was more than enough to kill people. Fortunately, we dealt with it in a timely manner.

Thinking about the way these toys were shaking and walking just now, we all have lingering fears. It seems that the watchmaker has realized our arrival and is holding back our footsteps by all means.

I went back to the store for an autopsy. The deceased was over seventy years old and had a short stature. The cause of death was undoubtedly a gunshot wound on the forehead. From all aspects, the time of death was more than ten hours.

I moved the joints of the deceased, and then looked around. The deceased seemed to be sitting on a chair before he died. I found a handprint on the table next to the chair, which was almost visible to the naked eye. The deceased put his hand on the table at that time and sweated so much that it formed a handprint.

It can be seen that he was probably forced to ask what he was forced to ask with a gun to his head?

In addition, I found a mobile phone under a shelf on the left hand side of the deceased. The alarm number was dialed on it, but the call was not made. The murderer should have noticed the deceased’s small movements, so a shot resulted in him.

I didn't do a further autopsy. The information the deceased had was much more important than his corpse. Judging from the current situation, finding the VIP first is the most important thing.

Huang Xiaotao found a collection of tattoo designs and a ledger. I flipped through the collection of designs and noticed that one page had been roughly torn off. I sighed: "The murderer is very cautious. He knows that this clue will be exposed. Goal..."

I picked up the ledger and it was full of numbers. I tried to find some patterns in it. After looking at it, I turned over the pattern set, pointed to the page number and said, "Look here, the page number is represented by letters and numbers. There is also on the ledger."

Huang Xiaotao took a look and said, "Really!"

This tattoo artist has already mastered the patterns on his chest, and he can record the tattoo designs with the serial number, probably because the charges for each pattern are different.

I guessed from the serial numbers before and after the missing page of the pattern set. The missing pattern was H13. I quickly checked the ledger. This ledger only records transactions from 10 years to the present. It seems that the tattoo artist's business is not very good. Well, it usually takes a few days to have a customer.

When I turned to a certain page, I finally found H13. It was a transaction on June 2 last year. No, it was four! He marked a "multiply by four" mark on the back, indicating that four people came here to tattoo this pattern that day.

Sure enough, this pattern is exclusive to a certain group, but knowing this doesn't help.

I was discouraged, did the clue just break?

I tried to calm myself down and sorted it out again, and I quickly turned over the ledger again. I suddenly noticed that the handwritings before and after are slightly different. The last few pages of the previous handwriting are very fuzzy, but it can be seen that they were written by the same person.

I put down the ledger and looked around in the house. Huang Xiaotao asked what I was looking for. Finally I found something in the refrigerator, a row of medicine bottles. I picked it up and said, "This is a cure for Parkinson's. Syndrome drugs, the old tattoo artist suffered from Parkinson the year before last!"

Huang Xiaotao opened her eyes wide: "So he didn't get the tattoo on June 2 last year. He has an apprentice?"

"Yes, absolutely can't take a step slower this time, look for it!" I cried.

Officer Liang called the business administration department, but was told that the shop had irregular procedures. The information had not been updated for 20 years, and he did not know who the old tattoo artist’s apprentice was.

I think that since this person works here, the people around him should know him, so I visited a nearby store, and a boxed lunch shop owner said, "You mean Lao Jin? He did accept an apprentice the year before last. He often Come to me to buy a box lunch."

"What's his name?" I asked.

The owner said: "We have been calling him Xiaojin, and I don't know what his name is..." At this moment, the owner suddenly looked out the window: "Hey, isn't that him?"

We looked back and saw a guy wearing a mask probe his head. He noticed that our line of sight was out of sight and ran away. Huang Xiaotao and I chased him out quickly. Huang Xiaotao called the police officer in front of him to stop him.

This kid is simply a loach, turned around and went into a narrow alley. Song Xingchen chased in swiftly. When we caught up, the guy was stuck in a dead end, sitting on the ground hysterically and saying: "I don't know anything! I don't know anything!"

I don't know why he had such a big reaction, so I tentatively asked: "Last night, did you see your master killed?"

The guy opened his eyes in horror. This unconscious action betrayed him...