The Devil’s Cage Chapter 41: Separate head

The low voice spread all around, and the eyes of the people around them subconsciously looked at the strong guys, especially Akede without the influence of the people around him, he quickly reacted.

"Who are you?"

"Which media reporter are you from?"

The deputy director glanced at several people and asked questions.

Suddenly calmed down the environment, which initially made those strong guys stunned, which was completely inconsistent with their expected situation. After the question of Akede, they even made their eyes cross, and they were ready to leave temporarily. Too.

But before waiting for these guys to act, Akede shouted loudly into the distance.

"officer Lin and officer Mei have a few messy guys here!"

"They may be related to the homicide just happened!"

The sound came from far away. Lin An and Mivanzhen at the entrance of the Warrior's Nursing Home immediately turned their heads. The latter came here even if they didn't want to.

Looking at the people who came, the guys who had been collecting money for business immediately panicked.

They usually do little things, they fight against each other, they don’t dare to participate in the murder case.

"What are you talking about!"

"We have nothing to do with this murder case!"

A guy shouted loudly.

The other two guys turned around and ran.

Sometimes, you are not afraid of opponents like God, but your teammates like pigs.

If you don’t run, at most you will be asked by Mivanzhen.

And a run?

"Follow me!"

Lin An loudly shouted, the surrounding police quickly caught up, and Mivanzhen has already ran out.

Suddenly, there was chaos at the entrance of the Warrior Sanatorium.

......

When Kieran and Akede were surrounded by reporters, Lynn Amy got off the car from the other side of the nanny car. After glancing at the Kieran and Akede caught in the crowd, he quickly ran towards the soldiers' nursing home.

The makeup artist is very clear that he must find out as soon as possible what information they do not know, otherwise, he will only fall into the passive.

Maybe the makeup artist is kind, but definitely not a fool.

About rumor of Akede, he is even more clear.

So, he understands that once Akede is finished, it is definitely not Kieran, but him who has been labeled.

The makeup artist stands outside the cordon and explores the brain towards the monitor cam in the Warrior Sanatorium.

He saw the more attributed Mivanzhen, but he did not speak wisely.

Although he didn’t get along for long, he knew clearly that the other party would never reveal any news to him, or even detain him directly.

As for that person officer Lin around Mivanzhen?

The makeup artist shook his head.

He only saw one side with the other.

At most, it’s a familiar face. Why should the other party help him?

Undoubtedly, the same is true for everyone else.

As soon as the makeup artist gritted his teeth, he ran around the nursing home.

Unable to inquire, only left to investigate in person

With the door closed, he can only choose another entrance.

The Warrior Nursing Home was transformed from an old school. The area is not too big, but it is not too small. The makeup artist originally thought that the police around the blockade must have something to miss, but he is too small. Mivanzhen is gone. Not only are there no omissions around, but on the contrary, his peep also attracted attention.

"What are you doing?"

"Hurry up and leave here!"

"Reporters cannot enter!"

A young policeman glanced over the work card hanged on the chest by the makeup artist. His brow furrowed and he shouted.

"Good, good."

The makeup artist scratched his head and smirked back.

When retreating to the entrance of the Warrior's Nursing Home, the makeup artist was impatient like an ant on a hot pot.

He already has no idea what to do.

And at this time, loudly shouted came.

"Follow me!"

The makeup artist watched the police guarding the door and the surroundings quickly chasing towards the crowd of reporters ahead. He didn’t know what happened, but he knew it was an opportunity.

I didn't go directly to the gate.

There are still left-behind people there, and he once again turned around to a place he had seen before.

A corner close to the main door but not visible near the main entrance.

Sure enough, the young policeman here has chased them out.

Without hesitation, the makeup artist turned towards the iron fence.

Maybe there are some enchanting walking gestures, but when I first lived in the country, the makeup artist did not do much about climbing trees and pulling bird nests.

Compared with the big tree, this iron fence with steps and supports is really easy.

The make-up artist jumped into the courtyard of the Warrior Sanatorium, and then he went directly into the nearest window.

Hoo!

After a long breath, the makeup artist glanced back and found that no one had found him, and immediately rushed down the corridor towards the crime scene.

The Warrior Nursing Home has two main buildings: the clinic building, the inpatient department, and the activity hall, which are the office building, classroom building, and family building of the old school.

The place where the murder occurred was first floor in the inpatient department.

The makeup artist is now in the inpatient department.

Soon, he saw the office where the murder happened.

There are two police guards at the door, and there are forensic doctor records inside.

Looking at the two policemen, the makeup artist knew how to get around.

Although he didn’t know the cause of the previous riots, he knew that it would not last long.

He is almost out of time!

The makeup artist quickly put away the badge and adjusted his emotions. After trying to make himself less nervous, he quickly ran away.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

"Support is needed outside!"

The makeup artist is breathless.

"I’ll check it out!"

One of the two policemen in front of the door ran out to his companion~IndoMTL.com~ and the remaining that person stared at the makeup artist with a trace of suspicion in his eyes.

There are naturally plainclothes policemen.

But almost no one in the plainclothes police wears ponytail long hair, unless something special mission is added.

"Let me breathe."

"Explain to you in a moment."

The makeup artist waved his hand to say this, but his eyes turned to the room.

Two bodies, one male and one female.

The man is a doctor and the woman is a nurse. The two are side by side, maintaining a kneeling position, suspended from the neck by a rope hanging from the ceiling.

In front of the two bodies, it was...

Three fingers.

Three of them were cut off by the roots, and the index finger stood in front of the body.

It looks like three incense sticks.

Unfortunately, there is no smoke rising.

There is only a piece of blood.

Not on the three index fingers, the three index fingers are very clean, and the blood stains appear on the ground where the three index fingers touch.

The corpse, blood stains, and broken fingers constitute a strange picture that makes the makeup artist unable to bear a burst of nausea. Instead of feeling sick, he covered his mouth and raised his head to ask the police in front of him.

"Where are the washrooms and toilets?"

The makeup artist asked.

"Over there."

The suspicion in his eyes grew stronger, but the police still guided the makeup artist.

Looking at the makeup artist who rushed into the toilet, he turned on the intercom.

After a while--

Tread, tread.

In a burst of rapid, rhythmic footsteps, Mivanzhen appeared.

Without any hesitation, the former female soldier kicked the door of the men's bathroom.

Bang.

The door opened.

There is no one inside.

Suddenly, Mivanzhen's face was already cold, and it became colder and colder.

She didn't want to think about it, she went out.

She knows who to look for.