I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

"Bloodstains can explain a lot of things. When the victim resists or runs away, it will leave a splatter-like bloodstain. Under normal circumstances, it is mostly the victim, and there will be dot-like splatters of blood around it, which are common in blunt instruments. Caused by repeated beating... Qiu Chengke? Are you listening? Qiu?" Morgan waved his hand in front of Qiu Chengke.

"I'm here." Qiu Chengke frowned and pondered, "I'm just wondering what the bloodstains are for. It can deduce the tools used to commit the crime, the initial location of the crime, and what else?"

"When the bloodstains and the autopsy report are combined, we can roughly infer the murderer's habits, gender, height, weight, age, health, mental state at the time of the killing, and whether there is any mental illness." Morgan joked, crossing his arms." Those are just the basics, and when walking in the blood, there will be mud or part of the footprints, and we can then infer the range of the murderer's activities and where he went recently."

Qiu Chengke looked at Morgan in a daze, Morgan smiled at him, and suddenly asked suspiciously, "I thought you mercenaries would have their own methods of investigation."

"To be precise, mercenaries have the ability to conduct military reconnaissance." Qiu Chengke pursed his lips and said, "The Vipers can estimate where the enemy may be ambushing by looking at the terrain, and where the ambush is most suitable."

"The Viper has such a small number of people. If you want to survive, you must avoid confrontation." Morgan nodded and continued to ask, "What about you? What are you good at?"

Qiu Chengke recalled that in his original world, he gave clear information every time he received a task. He only needed to go to a camp or go to an inn or Xiangge to inquire about the news. He thought about it carefully and replied, "I I'm not good at anything, barely, I'm good at assassination, and I won't leave bloodstains that would leave you with so many clues."

"It's not realistic," Morgan said.

"Really." Qiu Chengke raised his head, raised his hand suddenly, and the dagger appeared in front of Morgan's neck in an instant. He touched Morgan lightly with the dagger, and said outside, "If I wanted to kill you just now, you are now a corpse. .”

"The two of us are so close, blood will spray on me." Qiu Chengke said while gesturing with a dagger.

"The bleeding will last for a long time." Morgan's body tensed up subconsciously. He tried hard to resist the urge to draw his gun and aim at Qiu Chengke, and pressed Qiu Chengke's wrist to push the dagger back.

"What if I deal with it further?" Qiu Chengke put away the dagger and asked.

"Then tell us in a disguised form that this is not the first time you have killed someone, and you have dealt with it professionally, with neat incisions and one blow, without leaving redundant scars, or torturing the victim, then we can basically judge that you are a professional killer, Come prepared." Morgan stood up and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee, and returned to pass it to Qiu Chengke.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Morgan asked.

Qiu Chengke didn't speak, and seemed to be still thinking about how to prevent the blood from revealing himself.

Morgan looked at him thinking hard, and couldn't help thinking, if there was a case in which no blood was left on the scene one day, would it be Qiu Chengke who did it.

He coughed lightly, and said to Qiu Chengke, "Don't think about how to optimize your assassination techniques, I don't want you to be the next prisoner to be arrested at all."

"Of course, after all, I am now a glorious BAU backup agent." Qiu Chengke shrugged and teased, his phone vibrated twice, Qiu Chengke looked down, it was an unfamiliar number, he just picked it up Before she had time to speak, Sylvie's chattering voice came from over there.

"It's me, my best partner Sylvie, brother, sister-in-law was taken away!" In the public phone booth, Sylvie looked around vigilantly and whispered while holding the phone.

"Sylvie, speak well, we'll only get one coin." Emmanuel said helplessly holding her camera.

"Okay, listen to me, perverted detective, we stayed at McDonald's for one night yesterday, when I came to find you at your hotel today, I saw a group of people on heavy motorcycles taking your horse and your little brother away Let's go." Sylvie said quickly.

"Let Emmanuel answer the phone." Qiu Chengke felt a headache when he heard Sylvie's voice, and he waved his hand to Morgan to show that it was okay.

"It's like this. It seems that there is a man named Viper who sent someone to arrest them." Emmanuel snatched the phone and said succinctly. A man in a black sweater outside the phone booth was looking at them impatiently.

Sylvie recognized him in the same clothes as yesterday's attacker, with the spray bottle still in his pocket.

This is a public phone booth with glass walls and red railings. When Sylvie and the others were waiting outside, they found that the people outside could hear what the people inside were saying.

The door of the phone booth gave them a sense of security. They didn't dare to go out for fear of being splashed with acid, and they didn't dare to tell Qiu Chengke directly that they were in danger.

Under the cover of her brother, Sylvie began to write the distress signal in the small notebook, put the note in the palm of her hand, and faced the other direction.

The two of them took turns talking to Qiu Chengke, trying to delay the time until he got impatient and left by himself, or other adults noticed something unusual.

"I'm in class, Sylvie, Viper is my friend, Rhett will be fine." Qiu Chengke said while flipping through his notes. He shook his head apologetically to Morgan who was waiting for him, and said patiently, " Is there anything else?"

"But Dad, when will you come to pick us up." Emmanuel suddenly said loudly, "I have occupied the phone booth for a long time, and the people outside can hardly wait."

"Are you in danger, Emmanuel?" Qiu Chengke put the information aside, and comforted in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, don't go out, tell me the address, I'll go find you."

At the same time, a female white-collar worker who was on the phone saw what Sylvie wrote, and she said hesitantly to the phone, "Wait, dear, I seem to see two children calling for help."

"It seems that it's not a prank. The girl has been looking at me and making gestures with me."

"No, I don't know what happened, it's too far away from me, I need to cross the road to see what she wrote."

"In case they are really in danger and calling for help, I can't turn a blind eye to it. My rest time is enough for me to cross the road twice." The female white-collar worker joked, she looked at the cars on the road, and walked quickly with her bag Walking by, squinting at the note in Sylvie's hand, he said as he walked, "The men outside... have sulfuric acid? Seriously, sulfuric acid reminds me of that group of perverts that suddenly appeared."

She stopped and looked at Sylvie inexplicably. Sylvie took out a note and told her to call the police, don't move around, don't make a sound.

The woman nodded to show that she knew. Finally, regardless of Sylvie's stop, she glanced sideways at the other side of the phone booth, trying to make sure whether it was a prank or something really wrong. Then, she was facing the man outside the phone booth. s eyes.

"Honey... I seem to have been discovered..."

"No, I mean, it looks like the man who threw the acid was going to attack me."

"Wait, I think it's a little strange, because he doesn't look like he's graduated yet." The female white-collar worker said softly, "It's the same age as my brother."

"Is there something on my face?" The man came over and asked the female white-collar worker with a smile.

"My God... what is she doing," Sylvie murmured.

"Are you sure you didn't recognize the wrong person? Sylvie." Emmanuel asked.

"Of course, how could I admit my mistake, he's right outside my car window." Sylvie whispered, "Although it's very dark."

"He doesn't look that big, maybe you remember it wrong." Emmanuel looked suspiciously at the man who was chatting happily with the female white-collar outside.

"Maybe, Mr. Detective, we seem to have made a mistake, it's so embarrassing." Sylvie tilted her head and put down the phone.

Qiu Chengke, who had already sat in the driver's seat, held the phone, blinked blankly, and said to Morgan beside him, "It seems to be all right."

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Rocker sat obediently on the chair, smiled at the mercenary beside him, and moved his fingers to wait for the cards to be dealt.

Viper leaned on his chin and looked at the side. Rocker turned back and smiled at her. Viper narrowed his eyes and gestured, "If you can't even win against my subordinates, I will chop you up."

"It's not fair." Locker pointed to Reid who was drinking hot coffee on the side and said, "Why doesn't he need a test? Why just chop me!"

"He can be blacklisted by various casinos in Las Vegas, can you?" Viper avoided the second question from Locker, and said impatiently, "If you can count cards, then I will also You have a cup of hot coffee."

"I'm not blacklisted, just because I'm contented and happy, and I like to play slot machines, win less but won't be beaten to death." Rocker narrowed his eyes, staring at the person opposite him and said, "Although I I don’t know how to count cards, but I know what cards he has in his hand, and I also know what he plans to play and how much to bet.”

Viper put the knife on the table with a bang, and said coldly, "If you guess wrong, I will stab you."

Rocker touched the knife, smiled and said, "Why are you saying such harsh words again?"

"Not only do I speak harsh words, but I will also kill them soon." Viper said viciously.

Reid looked aside for a while, put down his cup and ran over to stand behind Rocker, coughed lightly at the Viper, pointed to the hickey on his neck, and took out the dagger given by Qiu Chengke and waved it around.

Viper pursed his lips tightly, unable to speak out angrily, and finally kicked the table and said, "Damn it, there's no accident, just go straight to the scene."

She threw the newly knitted scarf on Rhett's face, and said viciously, "Put it on! Let me see it again, and I will kill Rocker."

"It's not fair." Rocker forced Rhett to put on the scarf, and muttered, "It's none of my business. I shouldn't go to him. I'd better just go home."

"Hot." Rhett said uncomfortably, tugging at his scarf.

Rocker pulled him again, he patted the scarf, and sighed, "Be patient, you are hot for a while, if I get cold, I will be cold forever."

Rhett ignored him, and tore off the scarf and threw it to the Viper. Rocker's expression looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Little ancestor, you really know how to bully others." Viper said with a headache. She waved her hand, took off her wig and said, "Let's go guys, it's time to work."

"I'm going to check for the acid attacker first." Redela said to the Viper.

"The casino can't waste much of your time." Viper shook off Rhett's hand, folded his arms and said, "A few hours are enough, why are you in a hurry."

"If you look at the frequency of their attacks, at least five people will be attacked in three hours." Reid pursed his lips and said, "They are active in bars and dance halls. Although the attack records are all concentrated in the gray area, I found that They ended up in a residential area."

Viper was silent for a moment, then turned to his subordinates and asked loudly, "Who gave him the information!"

"No one gave it to him, Big Sister." A mercenary stood up and said, "He found the lockbox where you hid the information, and then opened the lock himself."

"When I opened the lock, I greeted you, but you ignored me. When I took it out, I looked in front of you. You didn't stop me. I think maybe you acquiesced." Rhett shrugged , took the information out of the satchel, and continued, "I suggest you let me go back now, and you should stop participating in the incident of the acid attackers."

"What do you mean?" Viper asked coldly.

"Because they're probably all students, as far as I'm guessing."

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