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Chapter 374 Our City

Victor Carpenter and the police cooperated in the investigation of the scene, while Ye Yan remained silent, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, the dim light and the gorgeous neon lights all lost their color, and there was only the original black and white.

Victor Carpenter exuded blue, a friendly color, while the others were all white, but one policeman was slightly hostile to Ye Yan, so he exuded red.

Then, Ye Yan moved his gaze to the corpse and stared at it for a while. Suddenly, a series of pale golden footprints appeared in his field of vision. We found it!

Ye Yan said, "He went into the alley."

Then, with a movement, he followed his footprints and quickly walked into the alley. Even Victor Carpenter didn't come to ask anything urgently. He looked at Abel Moore, only to see him looking at him suspiciously.

Victor Carpenter shrugged and said, "He is the most outstanding Chinese I have ever seen. Whether it is a vigorous hand or an extraordinary mind, the most rare thing is that he has a kind heart."

Abel Moore pondered for a while, and said: "Good sir, as you said, we should catch up."

"Yes." Victor Carpenter trotted along.

Abel Moore waved his hand and said, "Leave a few to protect the scene, and the rest follow me."

"Yes, sir!"

A group of people responded in unison, and then followed Abel Moore into the alley.

In Ye Yan's sight, the string of golden footprints was extremely messy, like a drunk person staggering past.

Ye Yan frowned slightly. This was really unreasonable. According to the evidence left at the scene and the forensic analysis, the murderer should be an almost crazy person with extremely precise cutting skills. Actually, it's not uncommon.

Then why are his running steps so messy?Ye Yan touched his chin, but kept the same pace.

At this time, Victor Carpenter had already caught up, and Ye Yan had reserved his strength to wait for them to catch up, otherwise, they would not have been able to keep up with Ye Yan so easily.

Ye Yan stopped and looked around, trying to find more traces left by the murderer.

Victor Carpenter, taking a deep breath, asked, "Well, buddy, what did you find?"

Ye Yan frowned, glanced at him, shook his head and said, "I don't understand."

"what?"

Abel More followed suit.

Ye Yan pointed to the ground. In his field of vision, there was a string of messy golden footprints. He glanced at him and said, "I have a unique technique of tracking other people's footprints. I followed the footprints all the way and found a Weird thing."

Abel Moore ignored Ye Yan's magical skill, but asked eagerly: "How do you think there are footprints of the murderer here? What's weird?"

"At the scene, you should have found the murderer's shoe prints. There is a lot of dust here, so you can tell by comparing them." Ye Yan was not too impressed with the police chief, and continued, "The murderer's footprints are too messy, like drunken people. The steps of a ghost."

Victor Carpenter raised his eyebrows: "This is not the footprint a murderer should have when he escapes, no, no."

"Maybe he's not running away at all." Victor Carpenter came up with a bold idea, "According to the scene, the murderer's psychological profile should be an extremely crazy character. Even the best surgeon can’t do it, this kind of person is more like a crazy artist with a very high IQ.”

"He's definitely not panicking, maybe..."

Ye Yan took up the conversation: "He is simply enjoying the process."

When Abel Moore heard it, he felt goosebumps all over his body. It really made his scalp tingle. Who could enjoy the pleasure brought by this process after killing an innocent girl so cruelly.

"My God, this man is absolutely a devil, a lunatic!" A young policeman cried out immediately.

Abel Moore glanced at him and signaled him to calm down. Through comparison, it is true that this string of footprints and shoe prints are the same as those found at the scene.

So he said to Ye Yan: "Then, are there any clues?"

"Of course, he just kept going into the alley."

"Then let's continue to follow until the river dries up." Abel More said.

Ye Yan nodded, as always, he hated these criminals.

A group of people waited and continued towards the alley.

Ye Yan's eyes were as bright as stars, and he kept looking around, his ears pricked up slightly, every breeze, every breath entered his brain, his body tensed slightly and sank, like a cheetah about to get out of its cage out.

The marble houses on both sides stood silently under the night sky. Everyone stepped on the stone ground, and the police's leather shoes collided with the uneven ground, making a "stamping" sound, as if the god of death was knocking on everyone's heart.

And Ye Yan, always like a light cheetah, never leaked the slightest threat to the prey, if not everyone was staring at Ye Yan closely, then Ye Yan could disappear from their sight with just a blink of an eye.

When he came to a corner, Ye Yan frowned even more: "It's strange, the pace of this person now has become extremely orderly, relaxed and confident."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, bringing a strange smell, Ye Yan's hair stood on end, he suddenly turned around and shouted: "Be careful!"

"brush!"

Under the night sky, it was like a moon on Changbai Mountain that had been frozen for tens of millions of years. A cold light flickered as if even the air could be frozen. Only the slight sound of a sword entering his neck was heard. A policeman let out a sob from his throat, clutching his neck, fell to the ground, blood gushing like a fountain.

Ye Yan gritted his teeth, his eyes followed the cold light, and saw a ghostly night climbed up to the two-story roof in a few moments, and then disappeared from everyone's sight.

"F**K! There is an enemy attack, and Jonah is injured!" A policeman's shout resounded like thunder in the narrow alley.

Abel Moore quickly took out his gun and aimed it at the darkness: "Everyone be alert, hurry up! Someone rescue Jonah, and others look for the murderer!"

Ye Yan took a deep breath, jumped onto the wall, and only had time to leave a sentence: "You retreat first, I'll go after him!"

"Oh, you're crazy! Come back to me!" Victor Carpenter yelled anxiously, but Abel Moore was obviously more experienced, "Three men escorted Jonah away, and the rest tried to keep up. Shoot at the first time! Our city cannot be protected by just one Chinese!"

"Roger that!"

(End of this chapter)