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"What kind of dress will you wear tonight? Backless? Tight? Do you want to go into battle in a vacuum?"

"Cassell, I won't go to your new book signing conference in a vacuum."

Detective Catherine Beckett of New York's 12th Precinct stepped out of the car heroically. His admirer and well-known mystery writer Rick Cassell got off the car from the other side and followed with small steps.

At this time, the two people were walking directly in front of the abandoned apartment where the fighting broke out yesterday, and it was also where Wu Tian practiced.

Since a fight broke out last night, the area around the apartment has been cordoned off by the police and yellow isolation tape has been put up.

Cassel lifted the isolation tape and walked in with Beckett. As a homicide detective, Beckett had to face corpses almost every time he went out to the police, so he was already used to it, and Cassel had been there recently. In the past two years, I have been in and out of the police station frequently, and I have seen many murder scenes. I am also used to it. Even standing next to a corpse, I can still talk and laugh.

"Wow~~ Is this a murder scene or a terrorist attack scene? New York has suffered another 911?"

"Kassel, there are many gangs around here, and violent fights are very common."

Cassell followed Beckett and entered the abandoned apartment one foot deep and one shallow. At this time, forensic doctors had already cleaned out the corpses. When he saw more than ten corpses at the scene, Cassel's expression became more solemn. , not to mention Beckett, who has already entered into working mode.

"Renee, tell me the situation."

Black forensic beauty Renee took out her notebook.

"There are 12 corpses in total, and the fatal injuries are all on the head. It is now certain that 5 of them were killed by large-caliber bullets. As for the remaining 6..."

"Are there any other fatal injuries on the remaining six bodies?"

"There are injuries, but they are not fatal. Anyway, you will know after seeing them."

Renee opened a body bag, and Cassel also stretched his head to take a look. The result...

"Oh~~~ His brain is gone, his brain is gone!"

Kassel backed away at the speed of light, then held the wall and retched. Before he could vomit, he felt that the hand holding the wall was sticky. When he looked up, he saw that there was not only a lot of coagulated blood on his hand, but also Something like jelly, thinking of the corpse just now, Cassell couldn't bear it anymore.

"Wow~~~"

Amidst the dragon's roar, Cassel vomited out all his breakfast, leaving Renee and several forensic assistants speechless.

"Casel, can you please don't destroy the scene? You cleaned up after vomiting, I don't care about you!"

Cassell waved his hands while spitting, then took out a few tissues and wiped his hands frantically.

Cassel, who took a long time to regain his composure, came over with a pale face, but no longer dared to look at the other corpses.

Beckett first handed Cassel a bottle of water and then asked Renee for her opinion.

"Judging from the marks on the corpses, except for the five whose heads were shot by bullets, the remaining six had serious scratches on their bodies. They should have been attacked by something like a large beast before they died, but that was not the case. The fatal injury, the fatal injury was still on the head, it felt like the brain was being eaten, but as far as I know, there should be no beast in nature that only eats the brain and does not eat other parts."

"Another thing that is suspicious is that these six corpses took off all their clothes before they died, leaving only a pair of underwear."

"Take off? Wasn't it torn apart by wild beasts?"

Beckett questioned and Renee shook her head.

"If they were torn apart by wild beasts, there should be some pieces of clothing left on the bodies, but there are no pieces of clothing on them at all. They were definitely taken off."

Beckett nodded slightly, and then continued to investigate the scene, while Cassel used his very human brain circuits to constantly put forward some non-mainstream opinions.

Although most of these opinions are not very reliable, they can often be used to find a breakthrough when Beckett's thinking reaches an impasse.

In the past, many cases were solved when the two people had complementary thinking, and it was similar this time.

After some reasoning and argumentation, the two men reconstructed the situation last night and even speculated that the Punisher was involved.

After all, in a small land like New York, there are not many people who dare to go against the gangs, and the Punisher is definitely the most violent and murderous among them.

But even so, they still couldn't determine what happened to the six corpses and why their brains were eaten.

"Could it be that the Punisher killed too many people and finally suffered from mental problems? Or maybe he was infected with the zombie virus and transformed into a zombie Punisher?"

Beckett looked at Cassel speechlessly.

"Zombies don't know how to use guns. If those five headshot corpses are the work of the Punisher, it proves that he is not a zombie."

Cassell nodded first, and then began to use his extraordinary brain circuit.

"Perhaps~~The Punisher is infected with a new zombie virus. This virus will not take away people's sanity, but will only make people immortal. If there is such a virus, would you be willing to be infected?"

"It is indeed good to be immortal, but if my whole body is left to fester and smell like corpse, then I would rather die."

"What if it doesn't stink? What if it's like a vampire, but the skin all over its body is white? Think about it, you will never die or grow old!"

At this time, Beckett's men discovered a new situation, and Beckett quickly got rid of Cassel.

Twenty large wooden boxes were found by a group of police officers. These boxes were unloaded from the truck by gang members.

When the police officers pried open the box, rows of brand-new firearms were displayed in front of everyone.

"Arms! This should be a secret arsenal of gangsters. From this point of view, it is possible that the Punisher was responsible for this place yesterday, but it still cannot explain the problem of the brains of the six corpses being eaten!"

Beckett reported the situation to the Superintendent of the 12th Precinct. After learning that there was a large amount of arms here, the Superintendent immediately dispatched additional manpower and stepped up reconnaissance efforts.

Just as a group of police officers were carrying the arms and preparing to send them back to the station, there was a sudden strong vibration above their heads, followed by the sound of rolling stones.

All the police officers at the scene immediately took action. Beckett took out his gun, and Cassel put on his special body armor with the word "Writer" printed on the chest, and followed Beckett closely.

A group of police officers went directly to the third floor. As soon as they arrived on the third floor, they saw a man covered in dust patting his body in an attempt to shake off the dust.

"NYPD, hands up!"

"Put your hands where I can see them, hurry up!"

"Kneel down on the ground and raise your hands in the air!"

More than a dozen large and small firearms were pointed at Wu Tian, ​​who had just come out of seclusion. Wu Tian looked at the group of people in confusion, wondering whether he understood what they said.

After all, as a poor student, I have never passed the English listening test since junior high school, let alone having a direct conversation with foreigners.

Although I couldn't understand the words, I could still understand the tone and body movements of these people.

Of course, the most intuitive thing is the muzzles of the dozens of guns.

"I wonder if my current physical strength can withstand bullets?"

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Tian still raised his hands. Several police officers rushed over immediately, twisted his hands behind his back, and handcuffed him!

Beckett stepped over.

"Tell me your name. What are you doing here? Were you involved in what happened yesterday?"

After asking several questions, Wu Tian understood only the first sentence, but he didn't understand the other questions at all, so he had to reply in Chinese.

"I don't understand English. I can't understand what you are saying!"

Beckett was also confused. She knew several foreign languages, but not Chinese.

At this time, a burst of broken Chinese came from behind Beckett.

"What's your name?"