"Indis, you go to the hospital with me."

Indis used to be a member of the military's crime investigation unit.

It is generally more difficult to handle cases in the military's crime investigation section than in ordinary criminal investigation.

Because they are investigating soldiers.

The military knows more than ordinary people.

Many times they will destroy a lot of evidence.

Investigators have little evidence.

As the number one investigator in the Army's Crime Investigation Division, Indis has cracked many crimes in the army.

Therefore, it was taken for granted that Mansari named Indis assist.

The two went to the hospital, where they met the survivors.

"Hello, Mr. Coman, we are police. I have a few questions for you," Mansari said.

Survivor Koman turned his head blindly at Mansari and Indith.

"You've asked me many times, and this time I've changed people again. I know everything I've said."

Coman's tone was impatient and seemed to be out of breath.

This is understandable, after all, the kidneys have been cut.

"Mr. Coman, we want to help you."

"Help me? Help me get my kidney back? Or help me change my kidney?"

Indith spoke: "Mr. Coman, it may not be possible to find your kidney, provided that you are willing to assist us, and you are our only clue. If you give up, I am really hopeless to catch the killer , Found your kidney back. "

Koman held up his body, his two kidneys were cut off.

He now depends on machines for excretion, and if a kidney that can be transplanted is not found in the short term, he is likely to face death.

"If you have any questions, just ask."

"Can you explain again, the circumstances of the scene? The more detailed the better." Indis said.

Coman took a deep breath and started to speak again.

He has repeated this process many times.

Basically I can think of it, he has said it all.

No more new ideas.

"Is your consciousness completely or semi-conscious at the time?" Indith asked.

"Awake," Coman said.

"Did you feel cold or hot?"

"Hot, hot," Coman replied.

"The murderer stunned you with the drug, did you feel acrid?"

Koman frowned, remembered, and nodded after a while. "Yes, acrid."

"Is the lamp in the interior incandescent or fluorescent?"

"Incandescent, the number should not be too low, and the light is dark yellow."

Mansari went to Indis and looked at Indis's notes.

However, he found that Indith was not taking notes, but drawing pictures.

Indith turned his picture to Koman: "Is the scene of the crime scene like this? Or is there anything wrong?"

Coman's face changed drastically, his body shivering, his eyes filled with fear.

Indis brought him back to that terrible slaughterhouse ...

"Mr. Coman, thank you for your cooperation."

Mansari and Indith walked out of the ward, and Mansari asked, "How's it, any clues?"

"When the murderer abducted the person, he used doflurane, which quickly caused a coma and had a strong pungent odor." Indis said: "According to the victim's instructions, he felt hot and hot. Los Angeles for the last five days The daytime temperature of the city is about 19 degrees, and the temperature of the night is eleven degrees. During the daytime, there will be a certain amount of heat, but it will not feel hot, and hotness will generally occur when the humidity is high. There is no rainy weather in the surrounding area, which can make people feel hot. There is only one possibility. The first case was found not in the ground, but in a cave, and at a depth of at least ten meters underground. Will give people a hot feeling, and the murderer intentionally arranged the cave into the building, but because it is randomly arranged, it looks quite simple and rough. The dark yellow light is very poor for lighting, but it has a stronger sense of blood. Shock, so the murderer intentionally used a dark yellow incandescent lamp, and even if someone woke up halfway, they would only notice the corpse, blood on the cutting board, and the murderer, and A little of the surrounding environment, mainly because of the human senses with a focusing effect, people only notice subconsciously consider important. "

I have to say that Indith's analysis surprised Mansari.

Mansari himself listened to Coman's answer, and almost no clue came out.

But Indis actually analyzed so many clues.

Mansari has worked with Indis in the past, so he knows how good Indis's speculative abilities are.

The elevator door was about to be closed, and one hand suddenly blocked the elevator door.

"Wait a moment." Chen Yan walked into the elevator.

However Chen Chen looked up and found that Mansari actually stood in the elevator.

Mansari's expression was also stiff, and his expression suddenly became less natural.

Chen Yan was expressionless, yawned, and waited for the elevator to leave on the first floor.

He came here to treat a patient.

However, in the process of treatment, Chen Yan has not been in a good state.

This feeling of drowsiness came again, and barely finished the treatment for the patient.

Indis looked at Mansari in doubt.

"Do you know that person?" Indith looked at the man in front, yawning again and again.

Obviously, they knew each other.

Indice felt it from the first glance they faced.

But they are definitely not friends.

Mansari was very nervous just now.

It's like a mouse sees a cat.

Even for thirty seconds in the elevator, Mansari was afraid to breathe.

He was really afraid of that man.

Just then, the man in front of him suddenly crooked and fell to the ground.

Soon, a female nurse ran up to help him.

Seems to ask what is wrong with him.

The man shook his head, then left with a little sway.

Such a weak person, Mansari would be afraid of such a person?

Mansari looked at Chen Yi's back, and a little doubt appeared in his eyes.

Mansari ignored Indis's question directly.

Chen Yan was driving, was about to go back, and received a call from West.

"President, Osorisa is officially back, and we are going to give her a welcome party tomorrow night."

"Oh well, I remember, I will go." Chen Yan hung up the phone and suddenly felt more sleepy.

No, I can't drive.

Chen Xunqiang was mentally parked at the side of the road, and at the same time picked up the phone: "Hey ... Fari ... I ... seem to be sleepy again ..."

Chen Ye didn't even finish a phone call, yawned and lay directly on the front passenger seat.

At this time, a man wearing a hoodie walked to Chen Ye's car, looked at Chen Ye lying in the car, looked left and right, and took a handkerchief from his pocket ...