[Comprehensive crime] The name of the murderer

Half an hour ago, Boston's red light district.

Shen Ming parked the car on the side of the road, and casually threw the key to the drug addict who was wobbling under the street lamp. The drug addict reacted for a second, jumped into the car and fled away. Before sunset, the car will be sold to private repairs Refitted in the Ministry and turned up at some illegal car dealership—if the bum didn't hit something while driving with a drug bout.

Looking around, this block adjacent to the main road seems to be in another country. The houses are low and dilapidated, with violent or obscene graffiti slogans painted on the walls, one layer after another, and several holes are stuck on the sewer cover. There were only suspicious syringes, and the smell of inferior marijuana was in the air. Homeless people in twos and threes curled up beside the trash cans and in the corners, and it was impossible to tell if they were asleep, dead, or high.

Shen Ming's decent white shirt and tie are really out of place here. Drug addicts and hooligans stare at him calmly, like a predator staring at a stray sheep, so he can only walk quickly into the depths of the block.Gradually, some people followed up, holding knives or guns in their hands hidden in their clothes, preparing to take tonight's drug money from him.

Just when a group of people were about to tear him apart like a chicken, Shen Ming suddenly stopped in front of a bar.

The neon tube outlines the words "Cat's Eye Bar", although it is equally bright during the daytime, the glass exterior wall of the store is well washed, and the inside is decorated with dried flowers and ribbons, and today's special menu is written in cursive characters on the small blackboard Special bartending, but such a tavern can gain a foothold here, which shows that it is not ordinary.

So those pursuers stopped five meters away, and looked at Shen Ming with incredible eyes, as if he walked into that place and was swallowed alive by them.

Shen Ming looked back, pulled out his tie and threw it on the ground, then unbuttoned his collar and entered the bar. Behind him, someone picked up the tie clip and exclaimed: "Golden!"

Inside the bar, there are all walnut tables and chairs. On the innermost small stage sits a skinny guitarist who is playing and singing in a barbaric tone. It is estimated that he gave the bar a lot of money to be released. Allow yourself to be wild.Although the owner of the bar has carefully arranged his property, it is destined that the business will not be good if the store is opened in such a place, so there are only seven customers in the store including Shen Ming.

At this time, everyone was looking at Shen Ming.

He put his forearm on the bar and said to the bartender, "A glass of doom."

The bartender was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

He said word for word: "I want a glass of doom."

The bartender looked at him carefully, then turned to look at the skeleton man on the stage.

The guitar sound stopped, and the skeleton man asked, "Where's the guarantee?"

Shen Ming took out Reddington's business card from his trousers pocket, walked over and handed it to the skeleton man: "Can you?"

"Red." The skeleton man handed back his business card and snapped his fingers at the bartender: "Give him a cup of bad luck."

Shen Ming nodded to the skeleton man, and then followed the bartender into the bartending room. A wall of dense oak barrels was piled up. The bartender accurately counted the third oak barrel in the bottom row. After turning the valve, it was the whole barrel. The cover falls down, and a ladder reveals the prototype.The bartender took out a rabbit mask and handed it to him. Shen Ming put on the mask and entered the secret door, and the bartender put the lid on the barrel again.

He went down 5 meters in the dark, and then entered an underground railway. After waiting by the track for more than ten minutes, a small mining train drove over. Shen Ming found a seat and sat down without saying anything.Two more people were dragged along the road. Half an hour later, the little train finally stopped in front of an unusually spacious underground casino.

This was originally the first phase of the air-raid shelter built during the Cold War. Later, because the depth did not meet the anti-nuclear standard, it was abandoned halfway. People dug the standard air-raid shelter again in a deeper layer.Most of the air-raid shelters in the first phase were filled in due to urban construction, and the remaining part has long been completely forgotten by most people.

It's hard to imagine that there is such a filthy place 7 meters below the ground of Corelli Middle School. Under the bright lights, the casino is like daytime. Cars of gambling equipment shuttle between the card tables, and the sound of chips pushing and pulling is like It was as noisy as the waves, and those gold and silver jewellery, antique paintings, and even anything of value could be bets.The abandoned air-raid shelter is in the blind spot of most people's memory, and Boston's most luxurious underground kingdom has been built.

Shen Ming knew about this place a long time ago, but it was the first time he entered it. For him, gambling was not exciting enough to be a form of entertainment.

He certainly didn't come to perform miracles.

In a mixed world, the most well-informed, this is also the omnipotent eye of Boston.

After searching and entering the venue, he grabbed a waiter and said, "I want to see Beryl."

The waiter pointed to a closed gambling room: "Madam is busy."

Shen Ming let go of him and walked towards the door. As soon as he approached, he was stopped by two bodyguards with guns. He took out Reddington's business card again, and a bodyguard entered the door with a business card to announce, and beckoned him in after a while.

In the room, four bodyguards surrounded a woman. She was wearing a black dress, her long hair was tied in a bun behind her head, and there was no wrinkle on her face, but her eyes were filled with the light of time, calm, solid, and accumulated at least 40 years of vicissitudes.The woman sat on the sofa with her back straight, her knees crossed, and her hands in black gloves rested on her thighs, which was an elegant and professional posture.

In front of the dignified woman, there was a bloody man tied up. It was obvious that Shen Ming had disturbed her "work".

"Ely." Beryl, who had never seen her face before, called out his name accurately.

Shen Ming ignored the blood on the ground, and sat opposite her: "You told Redington where Saman is hiding."

Beryl was noncommittal: "I heard that you are working for Redington, why don't you ask him?"

"I work for fun - where is Saman now?"

"Oh, Redington didn't call you here." Her eyes moved slightly, and she looked at Shen Ming with indescribable temptation: "I can't answer your question, I don't want to be troubled by Raymond."

"Blier, you need to have some professional ethics, you can bet on anything here, right?" Shen Ming put his hands on the gaming table, and slowly rolled up his cuffs: "How much bet can we know Saman's position?"

Things are a bit interesting, Beryl frowned and thought for a while, then kicked the wounded on the ground: "Get up, little one, I'll give you a chance."

The seriously injured got up with a hunched body, hissing and panting like a broken kettle on a flame.

Beryl stretched her hand back, and the bodyguard took out a wooden box from the display shelf knowingly.

"Evariste Galois, a French mathematician, the founder of Galois groups and Galois theory, solved the 'problem of trisecting angles', one of the three ancient drawing problems at the age of 19, at the age of 21 This is the pistol that took his life.” Beryl deftly loaded a bullet into the wheel, and then threw the pistol on the gaming table: “So, children, Duel like Galois, whoever wins can get what he wants, life, or news."

Shen Ming glanced at the out-of-shape man on the ground, sighed and took the pistol: "Another way, I'll shoot myself in the head five times, if he doesn't die, let him go, and then tell me where Saman is. .”

Beryl raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, and then smiled even wider: "Want to be a hero? As you wish."

Shen Ming calmly pointed the gun at his head, as if that thing was a hair dryer.

The house fell completely silent.

Click, the first shot has no bullets.

Beryl bit her index finger through the glove, and smiled crookedly, wondering that she didn't see a trace of fear in his eyes.

Click, twice...

Click, three times...

Click, four times...

Crack, five times...

game over.

Beryl leaned back on the sofa in disappointment, pointed her eyes at the man on the ground and said, "Throw him into the street."

After the man was dragged away, she looked at Shen Ming silently for five seconds, and then said closely, "Someone saw people speaking Malmgrave appear in the direction of Willie Street leading to the suburbs."

"Thank you." Shen Ming nodded his head.

Before getting up, he pointed the gun at his head again, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.Beryl lost color for a moment, and couldn't help raising her hand to block the splashing blood, but the [-]% sixth bullet was not fired, but got stuck in the barrel of the gun with an unreasonable probability.

"Bonus entertainment."

This time, Shen Ming really put down the gun, got up and went out.

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Tang Sisi took the file bag back to the bedroom, sat in front of the dresser and opened it, inside was a pile of photos of girls, the little guy looked like a teenager, and was gardening with his mother, using a pair of plastic scissors without blades West-cut, the pink and white petals fell all over the ground. The child's face is not of local ethnicity, but has the same round outline as Saman.

But this is not what Tang Sisi cares about now.

She put down the photo, opened the drawer of the dressing table, and was immediately fascinated by the dazzling pearls. She saw all kinds of jade and jewelry on the velvet tray. Just grabbing a handful would be enough for Tang Sisi to be Shen Ming's assistant for a lifetime, no, It is two lifetimes, and one must live a long life and die naturally.

Pull up the tray on the first floor, and on the second floor are several large and small boxes, containing more precious gemstone rings and necklaces. The certificates of each kind of jewelry are attached to the box, and the introductions are all things with history, except In addition to the certificate, there are handwritten labels in some boxes. After translation by mobile phone, it shows that they are all gifts from General Hamm to Saman on various birthdays and anniversaries.

This is just a place for Saman, and the jewelry in front of her is only for her daily use.The old man let Saman inherit his rights, and he still cares about her so much, it can be seen that he is very partial to this wife. Thinking of this, Tang Si thought about how to act next - she decided to play a well-behaved granddaughter, this It's the limit of her endurance!