Netherworld Investigator Chapter 704: Tattoo artist’s confession

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After being broken by me, the boy's psychological defense quickly collapsed, but he still repeated the sentence stubbornly: "I don't know anything!"

Huang Xiaotao showed his certificate and said: "I know you are afraid of burning your body. Only our police can help you now. I hope you can cooperate."

The guy raised his tearful eyes: "Then after I have said, can you protect me?"

Huang Xiaotao nodded: "No problem!"

The guy looked around and said: "I don't want to say here, go to the police station first!"

Officer Liang left a few people to clean up the scene, and then returned to the police station with us. This guy witnessed the master being shot and killed last night. He didn't dare to go home all day and didn't eat any food. We bought him pork chop rice and mineral water, and he immediately gobbled it up.

He suddenly cried as he ate and said, "I advised my master not to deal with those dangerous people, but he just wouldn't listen."

I exchanged clues with Huang Xiaotao, and the clues we were looking for finally appeared in front of us. We couldn't help being excited. I comforted: "Don't worry, speak slowly."

He said that Lao Jin was a very famous tattoo artist in this area twenty years ago, and his character was also notoriously withdrawn. He admired Lao Jin very much when he was a child, and he always asked Lao Jin to accept himself as his apprentice after dropping out of middle school. But Lao Jin refused, so he often came to visit with gifts.

Until the year before last, Lao Jin suddenly let go and said that he was willing to accept an apprentice. He was very excited. Later, he learned that Lao Jin had Parkinson's. For the tattoo artist, this was the end of his career, so he thought about it. I'm still going to pass on this craft...

After hitting that, Lao Jin gave a lesson, and he also studied like a sponge soaking up water, and he had learned something in less than half a year. However, Lao Jin didn't let him go. He was a wise man who was willing to work here for a few years. Lao Jin had no children, so he would treat it as a pension for the Lao Jin, and wait for the death of Lao Jin to stand on his own.

While working here, he noticed a strange thing. The store has almost no business and only depends on some regular customers. Sometimes the monthly income is not enough to pay the rent and utility bills.

He suggested that Master move the store to the downtown area and re-advertise it. Now this is not the age when wine is not afraid of deep alleys. No matter how superb skills and no marketing methods are, no one cares about it.

But Lao Jin is like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard, and he doesn't want to change anything, but still clings to this store!

Last June, four fierce-looking guys came to the store and threw out a pocket of money, making him look straight. Then Lao Jin asked him to tattoo a pattern for the four guests, a strange pattern he had never tattooed before, half snake and half dragon.

After a busy day getting four tattoos, the four people left without saying a word. Then he dared to ask Lao Jin: "Are these people a triad?"

Lao Jin shook his head and said, "I don’t know their identity, Xiao Jin, you have to remember that in the future, no matter what, this store can’t be moved. Anyone who encounters this kind of pattern will definitely Don't talk too much, these people and I have talked first."

He couldn't help but ask the reason, Lao Jin explained that these people came to the door 20 years ago, and asked him to get this kind of pattern every year, and he must not disclose it to the outside world!

Although Lao Jin never asked, he still kept his eyes on him. There were several sensational street shootouts in Macau. Some people with this pattern died at the scene. He guessed that this group of people may be the same A member of the mysterious organization.

Last night, a strangely dressed person found Lao Jin and brought a group of people. At that time, he was outside buying a night snack for Master. As soon as he walked to the shop, he saw the weird man pointing a gun at Lao Jin's head and he ran away in fright.

He hid in the alley and waited for a few hours before daring to go back. Seeing that the master had fallen in a pool of blood, he did not dare to go in for fear of leaving evidence against him; he did not dare to call the police because he was afraid of being caught Into what event.

He has been wandering around that store until we show up, and he didn't tell us about it.

After listening, the guy was already crying, I patted his shoulder: "You stay here, I will arrange someone to protect you later."

The guy kept saying: "Thank you! Thank you!"

I asked Officer Liang to look through the file. It took nearly two hours. We found a shooting case in the file of his former section chief. As expected, there was a deceased person with this pattern in the photo.

Sergeant Liang said: "So the intelligence is in our police station."

I smiled: "It's normal to get dark under the lights."

I flipped through the yellow file, thinking that there should be no clues, until I turned to the last page, the former section chief wrote a sentence on the report: "The organization is called Fengtian The group, the address is on XX Street, I will continue to investigate." A date follows.

Sergeant Liang suddenly yelled: "This date... was left before the former section chief died!"

I closed the file and said: "It seems that his death is related to this mysterious group. By the way, where did he die?"

"It was an office building. The place where the body was found seemed to have been evacuated. There was nothing." Officer Liang recalled.

"Go there and see." I urged.

"No, no need to go, it's been more than ten years ago, that building has been torn down a long time ago." Officer Liang sighed.

Troubled, in the end we only found these four words, how mysterious this group is!

We must race against time. Officer Liang mobilized all resources to find Fengtian Group. The result was staggering. This group has no trade, no tax records, and no customs records, just like a ghost. I suspect it might be against other companies. name.

We have been busy until late, and the lack of progress made everyone very frustrated. At this time, Song Xingchen said to me: "Little master, come out with me."

He and I came outside and saw the sword **** standing there. Song Xingchen explained: "I don't think you are making any progress, so I tried to ask senior, he has something to say."

I asked excitedly: "Sword God, do you know this Fengtian Group?"

Sword God nodded and said: "I heard about it when I was in the organization. It claims to be an ordinary security company, but it is actually a force planted here by King King. King King has been involved in organs many years ago. Trading, and Southeast Asia is a huge market, so he put a group of trusted cronies here to protect his trade channels. It is also an insurance, and Fengtian Group will be activated in the event of an accident."

I couldn't help but be a little surprised: "This is weird! Obviously Wangye's cronies, but the watchmaker is killing these people."

"Fengtian Group directly served King Jing. He did not obey other people’s orders. The watchmaker had not yet reached this level of authority, so he could only resort to drastic measures. It was understandable from the standpoint of the watchmaker. After the demise of King Jing, everyone focused on VIPs. He must be a step ahead! King King was very conservative and cautious. He was born in a feudal aristocratic family, so he moved that set of Manchu power system to his own group. , Cultivate his own cronies and party members, and establish a layer of allegiance model. The group of human traffickers and organ traffickers we eliminated in Fufeng were at best working for him, so he didn’t feel distressed at all. Together, the weight of people is not as good as this Fengtian Group."

I pondered: "It seems that finding Fengtian Group is equivalent to finding VIP!"