The monster villain of the extraordinary world

Chapter 4 Special Investigation Bureau
The heavy rain kept pouring down, and the big man suddenly felt a little cold, stared at his colleagues in astonishment, and asked:
"The shotgun man, that difficult street lone ranger who often embarrasses our Bureau of Investigation?"

The woman in red nodded expressionlessly, feeling sorry for the death of the shotgun man, "That's right."

"...This is really a mess." The big man looked at the dead man leaning against the garbage dump, and he was indeed very similar to the shotgun man in his impression.

In fact, none of them had ever seen the Shotgun Man with their own eyes before. For this legendary figure, they had all seen this legendary figure through media such as videos, photos, and old archives.

In their circle, the shotgun man was once a lone ranger on the street, but then he gradually passed away, faded out of people's sight, and finally disappeared.

The reason why the shotgun man is out of breath is because he has been obsessed since one day, doing nothing, and is chasing down a serial murderer who may or may not exist at all-Jack the Ripper every day.

At the beginning, everyone was still interested in this unsolved case, but gradually, after a long period of investigation by the shotgun man, there was no result, and he was also very persistent, making all kinds of weird words and deeds.

No matter whether it is the Bureau of Investigation or the street, no one thinks that Jack the Ripper really existed, no one thinks that the hunting of the shotgun man is meaningful, and everyone thinks that the shotgun man is crazy.

Now, the shotgun man shows up in Eastern State, dead.

"Jack the Ripper, it's not a small matter." The big man looked at the content in the notepad, scratched his head, and suddenly remembered something, "Where's the shotgun man's gun!?"

The big man suddenly scanned the broken mud around him, looking for the shotgun.

But the woman in red had already searched carefully, and immediately sighed: "No, the shotgun is gone."

"It's bad, it's really bad." The big man was stunned, his voice became hoarse, and he scratched his head in a daze.

A shotgun man is a shotgun man because of the shotgun.It was an extremely precious and dangerous weapon, and only the shotgun man knew all the secrets.

Including their Bureau of Investigation, they are also unclear about the gun.

But the power that that gun showed to the world has already made many people fear it.

Now that the gun is gone, who took it?murderer?or who?
"There are no traces of fighting here. The first scene of the crime is not here. The shotgun man should have fled to this dump with serious injuries."

The woman in red said while pointing to a muddy field next to her, "But here are some footprints belonging to other people, which are different from those of the caretaker."

Hearing the words, the big man hurried up to check, and it was true.

The torrential rain had almost completely destroyed the hidden footprints, and there were only a few faint traces left in the soil, which could not be noticed without the eyesight of special agents like them.

"Someone else has been here, maybe that person took the gun." The big man suddenly looked at the people walking around, "Could it be that the murderer came after him?"

"It's possible, maybe it's better to be like that," said the woman in red, "whether the murderer is Jack the Ripper or not."

"Why?" The big man was taken aback.

"Because things are simpler." The woman in red said seriously, "These footprints are too flat, and they were stepped on in a state of slow walking with sufficient time. In that state, no experienced hands will leave Footprints, would a murderer who can defeat a shotgun man make such a low-level mistake?"

She asked herself and answered, "Of course there is such a possibility. Or the murderer was not careless, but intentional. This is a kind of provocation."

"However, do you know what my first feeling was when I saw these footprints?" She shrugged, "It's like a passerby who didn't know how to crash into the scene, and tried his best to hide himself, so he made it like this."

"Passers-by? How is it possible..." The big man thought, and his round, flat face full of flesh changed his expression, and he understood, "It's really scary."

It is impossible to be a rookie who can take advantage of this time difference to take away the gun.

Look around, the scene has not suffered any panic damage, which shows that the person came prepared.

So, who came along and took the shotgun after the legendary life-and-death showdown between the Shotgun Man and would-be Jack the Ripper?
You know, for this case, the entire Dongzhou Branch was belatedly aware of it, and they never thought that the situation would be so serious before they got out of the car.

Therefore, I am afraid that this person has amazing ability to take advantage of this time difference and leave behind misleading evidence that passers-by crashed into the scene.

Who is it, who could it be?

The big man and the young woman looked at each other, unable to say anything for a while.

"It's really the murderer, but it's easy." The big man muttered in a muffled voice, "Good guy, the mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind, right... Ah, who the hell is that..."

"Whether it's the murderer, the oriole, or a passer-by, let's not be arbitrary." The woman in red looked at the indistinct black rain in the distance, and pondered: "This case has been escalated, we have to report it immediately, and ask the bureau to send more people." Come here. Whoever has the gun needs to be found as soon as possible."

"Yes." The big man nodded emphatically, "The gun must be brought under control quickly, otherwise if it gets out of control or is used for evil, we don't know what kind of disaster it will cause."

The big man took out his mobile phone, wanted to call the bureau to report the situation, and said with emotion:
"There are so few clues, and we have to contact all parties to investigate. Then this case cannot be kept secret. Once the news of the shotgun man's death spreads, many people will come to join in the fun. We have to hurry up and get it done, otherwise the situation will only go away." It's getting harder."

Will there be a lot of people coming, of course.

The woman in red looked at the terrifying corpse again. This was a shotgun man who used to have great influence on departments, major companies and the streets.

And that shotgun shrouded in fog cannot be valued only by their Special Investigation Bureau.

This time, Dongzhou is indeed going to be lively.

The night rain is still falling, the lights of police cars and police flashlights are flickering, the light is distorted, and the mold everywhere in the garbage dump is withered and withered.

The woman in red looked around the desolation, the cold rain was soaking everyone's faces and clothes.

And the black night sky was getting darker and darker. She knew that a bigger rainstorm was about to fall, but the night was still long, and their work had just begun.

……

The dark night sky was illuminated by lightning for a moment, then the sound of thunder rumbled, and the rain became heavier.

In the crowded urban village, outside the moldy and blackened apartment building, Lei Yue walked in the rain from the back alley, already wet all over, but there seemed to be no rain on the crow's feathers on his shoulders.

Before walking into the apartment building, he looked back, only to see an indistinct darkness behind him, and the weak light could not penetrate it.

There should be no one following behind...

The more Lei thought about it, he thought about another thing.

There are a lot of surveillance cameras installed in the village, and he has an understanding of the distribution of surveillance.

Although I made a detour on the way back from the garbage dump, I didn't pay attention to this when I followed the crow. I'm not sure if it was captured by any camera.

But in retrospect, the flight path of this crow always made him bypass the monitoring, or in other words, it made it avoid all possible whereabouts captures.

"Friend, we..."

Lei Yue looked at the solemn black bird on his shoulders, and it didn't move on the way back, as if it didn't notice anything.

He was about to say something, when suddenly, with a bang, the crow's sharp claws kicked hard, and he suddenly felt that his left shoulder collapsed, and he almost fell over again.

The black feathers flashed before the eyes, the sky was covered by shadows, and the shadows quickly moved away.

"Hello!" Lei Yue looked up, and there were dense lights and shadows constantly falling from the sky. It was rain reflecting neon lights, and crows walked through the night rain.

But this time it didn't fly at low altitude like before, but flew high into the sky, flying in one direction, and disappeared into the distance in a blink of an eye.

Lei Yue was speechless for a moment, did it leave, or continue to lead the way, taking me to another place?
Where is that direction?He stretched his neck to look around, but he could only see piles of dilapidated buildings in villages in the city, and endless black rain.

What does the crow mean this time?Lei Yue stopped and thought for a while, and finally let out a cry, and muttered to Yukong in the distance:

"You're dumb. Even if I'm a hyena, I deserve a goodbye, right?"

He looked back, and could only stop thinking about this unpredictable friend for the time being, because there was still a heavy thing in his arms.

Lei Yue tightened his windbreaker and his heart, walked into the ten-storey apartment building, and went all the way back to his home on the eighth floor through the narrow and narrow stairs that were not equipped with surveillance cameras.

Bang, bang, the strong wind was still blowing against the glass windows of the bedroom, and the splashed rainwater had accumulated on the floor into a puddle, flowing towards the wardrobe and the bed.

With a snap, he turned on the main light at the top of the room, and went to close the broken window, so that the noisy thumping sound disappeared, leaving only the slight rumbling sound of air leakage.

Can't wait to change his clothes and clean up the stagnant water on the floor, he just wiped the rainwater off his rotten face, and then took out the things in his arms.

A black and silver pistol divided into two halves, with a blood red three-concentric inverted triangle logo engraved in the middle of the right grip guard.

"What kind of gun is this?" Lei Yue muttered, sitting on the wooden chair next to the bedside table, turning the gun around.

In a nervous and curious mood, he began to study.

(End of this chapter)