The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand one hundred and eighty-one [proficient in disappearing traces]

Gin didn't turn into the alley and disappear silently as planned.

He continued to move forward when he passed the fork, pretending to be a passerby and passed by the policeman silently, then suddenly pulled out the gun on the policeman, switched to live ammunition, and fired one shot.

The bullet entered from the obliquely below the policeman's head and exited from the other side, splashing all kinds of bodily fluids all over his colleague.

Everything happened so fast, it was as natural as breathing.

The policeman who was still alive was startled, and hurriedly went to draw out his gun. Before he could touch the handle of the gun, a black hole appeared in front of him. However, before the gunshots rang out, policeman No. 2 was suddenly hit with a hand knife on his neck, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Bermod knocked people out from behind. Seeing the gun in Gin's hand, she frowned: "Don't kill them all, this is in the 'game'. Maybe they have the key clues, they have to Leave one."

Qin Jiu let out a cold snort, lowered his gun, and disdained her reminder just now: "If I really want to kill him, do you think you can stop it just now?"

"..." Jiang Xia was silent for a moment, silently took a step to the side, avoiding the blood that was slowly flowing to his feet, and did not express any opinion.

Judging from the eyes and attitude just now, the police npc in this world is obviously not as friendly to "Detective Jiang Xia" as the police in the real world, but they are really looking at him as the target of arrest.

Although they said that they were "suspected of murder", but only when the suspicion reached a certain level, they would directly handcuff the person without asking any questions, with Jiang Xia's friendly cooperation.

At this time, even if you really entered the police station, you might not get much key information. And the game is not the same as the reality, it is impossible to really delay so many days in the game. Coupled with the background sound that suddenly sounded just now...

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The theme of "game" this time is quite obvious.

——Get clues to the case while avoiding the police, and piece together the truth while fleeing.

Jiang Xia: "..." From this point of view, the choice of the two black-clothed colleagues is not wrong.

I don't know whether they came to the same conclusion after analysis, or they instinctively felt that this would save the most trouble, so they did it directly.

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Besides, although the two accomplices in black had just created a dead person, their emotions obviously did not fluctuate at all, as naturally as if they just kicked open a door blocking the way at will.

Gin lowered his head to check the gun in his hand, and gradually there was a trace of unconcealable dislike in his eyes: "New Nanbu M60...an old waste." He seemed to miss his Beretta very much.

Jiang Xia: "..." That's not what you said when you drove your antique car on the road...

But no matter what, it's still a gun.

The dissatisfaction with the gin was dissatisfaction, and he put it away honestly.

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On the other side, Belmode has already squatted down. She rummaged through the two downed cops and quickly found the handcuff key, and another gun.

She checked the position of the gun wheel, put the gun behind her waist casually, then shook the blood on the key, stood up and pulled Jiang Xia's hand, and skillfully unlocked the handcuffs.

Jiang Xia looked down at Bellmode's skillful movements, put the handcuffs he took off into his pocket, and asked casually: "Are you often arrested? Or are you often a guest policeman?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that Belmode had actually worn handcuffs before, and he frantically tried to use them on innocent high school students, and fell silent for a while.

Bermod raised the corners of his lips and smiled, and was about to say mysteriously, "This is a secret." But before she opened her mouth, the riddleman Anonymous who uttered "secret" and robbed her of countless lines appeared in her mind.

"..." Belmode's face darkened, and she felt that the line was boring for a while. She shook her head and didn't speak.

…

The surrounding streets are quiet and empty, and there are no other people, but some tall buildings can be seen in the distance, and there may be people a few streets away.

In addition, since there are already two policemen here, there may be other policemen around. The gunshots just now may attract others. The three tacitly decided not to stay any longer and to leave the scene as soon as possible.

Of course, there are skills in how to walk.

In this regard, two outlaws seem to have more experience than a law-abiding detective.

Gin turned to look at the dusty office building next to him. He had noticed when the gunshot was fired just now: when the gunshot rang out, there was no one curiously looking behind the windows of the building, and no one opened a door in the corridor on the first floor——in this office building, there should be no people.

Gin then smashed the **** of his gun at the window lock on the side of the building, opened the window with a clatter, leaned on the window sill and rolled over, and landed in the corridor of the building.

Jiang Xia understood in seconds, he turned his head to look at the policeman who was knocked unconscious on the ground, avoiding the blood on his body, picked up the man, and handed the gin behind the window.

Gin Jiu grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him in quickly.

Almost at the same time, Belmode also lightly picked up the policeman's corpse, wrapped his coat around the bleeding head, and brought the corpse into the building.

On the ground of the street just now, there was only a slightly dirty bloodstain left.

Soon, the pool of blood disappeared.

——Gin took a few steps deeper into the corridor, opened the cabinet door of the fire hydrant on the wall, threw out the water hose and connected the gun head, and the hose stretched all the way to the window they turned in just now.

Soon, a jet of water under pressure shot out from the nozzle, and precisely washed the bloodstain.

Blood mixed with water, flowed into the drainage ditch on the side of the road, and quickly merged with the sewage ~IndoMTL.com~ disappeared.

The street is no longer the **** look just now, but there are more water marks. It seems that it has been downgraded from a "violent scene" to a "vehicle leaking scene" and "a scene of unqualified owners splashing water in the street"...

In short, if someone who is dull comes here, I am afraid that he will not immediately think that there has just been a nasty incident of resisting arrest and attacking the police here.

It is obviously not the first time that the people in black have done this kind of thing.

As soon as the gin dragged the nozzle to the ground, Belmode pulled a dusty tablecloth out of nowhere, and used it as a curtain to cover the window.

Almost as soon as this was done, a couple poked their heads out at the corner of the street, following the sound and came to watch.

In fact, they didn't recognize the gunshot just now. They just heard movement here, and they happened to pass by this area, so they simply took a detour, curious to see what happened here.

The woman among them looked at the ground and wondered, "Where is the water?"