This case is a bit peculiar, and it is difficult to find clues by normal methods, so Veron thought of "fishing law enforcement."

A policeman dressed as a tramp succeeded in getting into the temporary shelter provided by the circus. The next step was to wait. If Laszlo Valentine really had a problem, then he would never miss such a good opportunity.

The waiting time is long. Veron and a few of his men hid in a nearby building to smoke and observe the movement of the circus with the help of infrared telescopes.

Unknowingly, the time came to two o'clock in the morning, and Veron, who was resting on the sofa, was awakened by his subordinates.

"Captain, there is a situation."

Veron quickly got up and picked up the binoculars to observe. Outside the tent where the tramp lived, the strange circus leader Laszlo Valentine was carrying a bag and seemed to be distributing food. After a while, a few tramp drilled Out of the tent, ran to the van, and said something to Valentine, then a few people boarded the van and left the circus station.

"Sure enough, there is a problem!"

Veron snorted coldly, greeted his men to get into the car, and followed far behind.

Tonight, they are going to come and get personal stolen goods.

The truck headed east, passing through the most chaotic crime alley and boiler area, and still did not stop when it reached the outskirts of the city.

Veron didn't dare to follow too closely, and ordered his subordinates to keep a long distance to prevent being noticed by the other party. He never thought that when crossing the overpass, a big truck suddenly appeared in front of him, crossing the middle of the road in a weird way.

"What's the matter? Who parked the car here."

The policeman in charge of driving hesitated, "Captain, the truck seems to be coming sideways."

"Horizontal?"

Veron was stunned for a second, and then became angry in an instant, "What are you talking about? You think it's a crab!"

Several people ran to the front of the truck, only to find that there was no one in the driver's seat. Without the driver, the truck could move?

The weird scene made everyone feel uncomfortable. Some policemen swallowed and murmured.

"It's not a ghost!"

When a word fell, the air became a bit cold.

Veron glared at his hand, joking at this time, "Don't worry about the truck, the case is important. Carrick is still in the truck. If he loses it, his life will be in danger."

Everyone nodded one after another.

This road doesn't work, everyone can only go back and walk the overpass next to it. This time it takes a lot of time to waste a lot of time, but unfortunately, the weird things are far from over.

As soon as the police car retreated to the center of the bridge, the tire burst.

Veron was angry and helpless, so he could only call the nearby branch and ask them to send a car over.

Gotham in December was frighteningly cold, everyone huddled in the police car, watching the distant sea silently.

"I hope Carrick will hold on for a while."

...

The truck with the tramp passed through the suburbs to a dilapidated slaughterhouse.

Laszlo Valentine opened the car door and greeted everyone to drink in the room. A few bottles of whiskey went down and the atmosphere became strong.

Valentin has been out there all year round and has extraordinary knowledge. Several stories have attracted a lot of applause. He went to the kitchen to prepare wine and food and entertain guests as much as possible.

A series of practices perfectly showcases the hospitable side.

Even Carrick, the undercover policeman, is puzzled. Could such a person be a kidnapper?

Will the FBI find the wrong person?

There were more and more empty wine bottles, and the tramp could not stop the alcohol offensive. They fell to the ground one by one. Valentine's cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were extremely excited, his pupils were round, and the flames could be seen faintly.

Carrick couldn't hold it anymore, and fell on the sofa after finishing the last glass of whiskey, sleeping unconsciously.

Everyone was drunk, only Valentine was sitting there, grabbing a bitten cow and putting it in his mouth, biting it, blood spilling from the meat, splashing all over his face.

He sat in front of the fireplace, the fire illuminating the plump face, his eyes rounded, with endless greed and desire.

After eating and drinking, Valentine took the key and went to the cellar behind the slaughterhouse.

The heavy iron door opened, and the smell of blood rushed out, making people vomit.

Valentine really enjoyed the smell, took a deep breath, opened his whole body and mind, and couldn't help leaking a happy smile.

Walking down the cellar, there were rows of pork hung up at first, and the more the back, the less the pork. On the iron hooks hung a series of "worm pupae" sealed in plastic bags.

Hair and bones were scattered on the ground, and some were still dripping blood.

There is an iron door in the deepest part of the cellar. Behind the iron door is the slaughterhouse. Valentin took off his fur coat, put on a blood-stained apron, opened the cabinet, and took out an ugly and weird pig head mask made of human skin. .

The masked Valentin seemed to be a different person, and his body exuded a ferocious and cruel aura.

He walked to the mirror and stared at the pig’s face in the mirror, his mouth split open and he showed a cannibal smile.

"What is the difference between a man and a pig?"

"Look at them, how fragrant they eat, chick chick!"

Valentin let out a weird laugh, took the machete on the table and placed it on his neck, making gestures back and forth.

"There is no difference between a person and a pig. To kill is to kill a pig."

"Unexpectedly, there really are people like you in the world."

A voice came from behind, and Valentine's face changed, "Who, who is there."

boom!

The heavy iron gate was kicked open, and under the swaying light, a woman wearing a nightingale mask and brown tight-fitting armor walked in.

"Laszlo Valentine, you are damned, you are a brute."

"Another boring guy."

Valentin snorted coldly, licked the back of the knife with his tongue, and looked at the people impatiently. The more he watched, the deeper the smile on his face became. At the end, he couldn't help screaming.

"Perfect, so perfect."

"Your body is perfect, with tight thighs, straight calves, tall buttocks, round breasts, and tight shoulders... squeaky squeaky!!!!! Saturated muscles that have undergone rigorous training are rich in muscle fibers, but they are not dry at all. ."

"Your meat must be very fragrant in handcuffs."

boom!

The roof exploded, UU reading www.uukānshu. Com, a figure fell from the sky and kicked on Valentine's belly. The air swelled to the naked eye, and Valentine's belly was sunken inward, and the whole person folded in half at one hundred and fifty degrees, and there was a burst of crackling bones. In the sound, like a baseball hit by a bat, it flies straight upside down.

boom!

A humanoid silhouette appeared on the wall, and flesh and blood descended down the gap, mixing with the shattered pig-head mask.

"died."

Barbara opened her mouth wide, unable to conceal her astonishment, and then said in a bit of angrily.

"Linda, I didn't mean to wait outside, I'll take care of this."

Linda grunted.

"This pig wants to eat your meat, and you can bear it."

"but……"

Barbara opened her hand and looked helpless. "The case cannot be handled like this. It's too rash. He should be punished by the law, not us."