The Monster I Was Redeemed Chapter 173

The psychiatrist looked at the sign of the unfamiliar number, and then looked at Shi Hongfang's room.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he still did not choose to answer the call, but knocked on the door: "Mr. Shi, I have your phone!"

The room was silent, no sound could be heard.

Without the permission of the owner, it is not easy for a psychiatrist to open the door directly.

He wanted to hang up the phone, but who knew that Shi Hongfang's mobile phone, answering and hanging up was the opposite of ordinary mobile phones.

By the time the psychiatrist responded, it was too late.

"How's it going?"

An unfamiliar voice came from the phone.

The psychiatrist said embarrassedly: "Sorry, Mr. Shi is drunk, I accidentally hung up and answered to..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person on the other end of the phone heard the wrong voice and hung up immediately.

The psychiatrist smiled bitterly: "As for hanging up in such a hurry..."

Then he secretly wrote down the unfamiliar mobile phone number.

"Although I don't know who it is, it should be... uh..."

There was a muffled sound.

The phone fell on the carpet.

The psychiatrist widened his eyes and pulled his hands down desperately, trying to pull the arm that was strangling his neck.

His two legs were stomping back and forth like a life-threatening operation, but they could be inserted into the neck with the needle.

The psychiatrist's struggles soon began to subside, and he died in a short while.

Shi Hongfang released his arm and let the psychiatrist fall to the ground.

The performance of being drunk just now is an illusion, and what he is waiting for is a chance to kill with one blow.

Compared with shooting, poisoning, and head-smashing in the back, an injection of air into the carotid artery is one of the easiest and easiest ways to kill.

Reality is not a movie. A layman stands behind a person and smashes his head with something, and the possibility of inspiring others to resist consciousness is much higher than directly knocking the person unconscious or knocking them to death.

Once the opponent resists, even if the brain is severely damaged.

In situations where life is at stake, individuals can endure for a while.

It is not a problem for a person to counterattack on the deathbed to create some fighting marks in the room.

In addition, the blood stains on the scene have to be washed several times with disinfectant, and the tools used to smash people must also be cleaned up, and cannot be thrown into the trash can.

These things are very time consuming to deal with.

A shot of air is injected into the carotid artery, creating an air embolism directly in the blood vessel, blocking blood flow.

Before long, the brain will die from insufficient oxygen supply.

The method is clean and hygienic.

Just burn the syringe afterwards.

The only fly in the ointment is that the technical requirements are a bit high, and most people can't pin the position.

Shi Hongfang put his knuckles on the psychiatrist's neck to test his pulse to see if the person was dead.

As for why not touch your wrist.

In fact, placing a solid solid object under the armpit and clamping it can temporarily stop the pulse at the wrist, perfectly disguising as a corpse that has just died to deceive others.

So in most cases, when determining whether a person is dead, people will choose to touch the neck.

Well, strange lore added again.

Shi Hongfang turned on the psychiatrist's mobile phone and read the latest news.

After confirming that it was correct, he put the mobile phone back in the psychiatrist's pocket, picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"What's the matter?"

Song Jie's tone revealed a hint of exhaustion, as if he hadn't slept well recently.

"Send someone to my apartment to deal with a dead body."

Shi Hongfang looked at the psychiatrist at his feet and said, "This is the last time, there will be no next time."

"…I see."

beep.

After Shi Hongfang hung up the phone, the exhausted Song Jie called his number one courtesan: "Send someone to Shi Hongfang's apartment...bring the body bag."

"Bring a body bag?"

Song Jie said impatiently, "You should know why you need to bring a body bag."

"This... well, I see."

After Song Jie's reminder, Hong Ying probably guessed who the dead person was: "This Captain Shi is indeed a person who has been in Sin City, and he is really decisive."

"I told you a long time ago that those little tricks are useless. Shi Hongfang is not a fool."

Song Jie raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows: "I have given you the authorization from the cold storage. Before the sun rises, hurry up and dispose of the body. I have other things to do here."

The disappearance of Moose and Maoyan put Song Jie under enormous pressure.

No one knows whether the monster Janus cares about the disappearance of these two.

If they are held accountable, they will definitely not have his good fruit to eat.

In addition, the contact information recently sent to the man with glasses was also in vain, and Song Jie was about to collapse when he couldn't find a way out.

Hongying didn't know anything about it, she used her soul-sucking tone as always: "Yes, yes, you have a good rest, the boss doesn't always have a secretary to do, and a secretary when you have nothing to do~"

Song Jieli didn't bother to take care of Hongying, so he hung up the phone and continued to look for the whereabouts of Moss and Maoyan.

My life is about to die, how can I still think about those things?

He didn't want to be a romantic ghost who died on a woman's belly.

…

A week goes by in a blink of an eye.

Relying on the backtracking plug-in, it didn't take long for Jin Ping'an to pass the clues provided by the anti-drug team.

I got (River Crab) from an Erdao dealer that can be seen everywhere, and then through the backtracking of (River Crab), I figured out the lame wolf's warehouse and transportation route along the way, as well as most of the members of the force.

Then, under Tian Hao's screening, the two picked out several confidants of the lame wolf.

Then, through the hair, fabric residues, houses they once lived in, and cars they drove, they backtracked again, successfully obtained their recent itinerary, and inferred the location of the poison master.

Jin Ping'an's retrospect is equivalent to a great library that records all the past in the world.

As long as he wants to find it, there is nothing he can't find out.

Even if there is a huge amount of information, at most it is a matter of how long it takes.

But this method fell into Wu Ke's eyes, and he was about to hit his head.

Obviously the two of them didn't do anything, they just looked at a few yarns, a few houses and a few cars, and they could find the location of the poison master.

This way of looking for people looks like a goddess who dances. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

This made Wu Ke worry about the accuracy of the news.

At this time, Wu Ke was guarding a small mountain village in the border area of Qianhua City with members of the fully armed anti-drug team.

According to Jin Ping'an, the poison master they were looking for also had a drug production base, which was hidden in a ruined temple on the mountain.

There are many villagers in the mountain village, and they are all eyeliners bought by them.

These people are the well-known road watchers.

Once an unfamiliar car is found nearby, the road watchers will issue a warning to the people on the mountain.

And the objects they serve are not only drug dealers, but also smugglers, smugglers and so on.

One day or one trip, you can get hundreds to tens of thousands of dollars from criminals.