The men who were about to release the people stopped and looked at Arthur in unison.
Arthur raised his hand and looked at Carlos, "Carlos, you don't want her to die for no reason, do you?
Don't worry. I will give you an explanation. Before the case is solved, I won't leave the police station of
Eastern District. Even if no one remembers, I will still investigate the case to the end. This is the least
respect for the dead. "
Bettina who was standing beside him suddenly said, "Sometimes, I don't think there is justice in the
world. Why can't kind-hearted people get a good end, but those who do many evil things always live
longer than good people?"
"That's why we are needed. This is the meaning of our existence. We should uphold justice and let
long-time injustice redressed." Arthur pressed Carlos' shoulder and said in a low voice.
Carlos didn't say anything. He had never thought that his love would become a knife and take Bonnie's
life.
She was just a college student in her early twenty's. Her life had just begun, and all this ended with this
long night.
Martin said, "Moore, send him to the car."
This scene was too cruel for Carlos. He was happy to pursue the girl he liked. But suddenly, he saw his
beloved woman being killed in the wilderness. No one could accept it. The more he looked at her, the
more painful he felt.
When Moore dragged Carlos away from the scene, Bonnie's corpse had been put down and covered
with clothes, but she would never feel warm or smile again.
Cassandra didn't expect that things would turn out like this. She used to think that she had nothing to
do with that kind of life, but now she suddenly realized that life and death were only on the line, not a
game, and she couldn't resist it.
At that moment, she suddenly wanted to ask Martin whether he had always been like this in the past
thirty years, enduring all the darkness and injustice in the world and struggling in the life and death field
alone.
Wouldn't he feel bitter?
In the meeting room of the police station of Eastern District.
The meeting room was unusually silent. Everyone lowered their heads and did not speak. The
atmosphere was somewhat depressing.
A young life withered like this, but they could do nothing about it. This was the most painful thing for
them.
Arthur knocked on the notebook in front of him and said, "We have been busy for a whole night. After
the report, Bettina help everyone register their names. From now on, everyone is divided into 3 groups,
and we will on duty 24 hours a day in turn. Investigate and don't miss any suspicious clues."
Bettina replied, "Yes, boss."
"Well," Arthur wiped his face and said, "The spot investigation team, you first report the situation of the
on-site inspection."
A slightly thin middle-aged man stood up. He had been busy for the whole night. His face was full of
tiredness, and blood streaks entangled his eyes, but he did not complain at all and reported the results
carefully.
No matter it was the explosion site or the spot where Bonnie's corpse was found, there was not much
discovery on the spot. Even a useful fingerprints were not found.
However, it was a rainy day. Although the kidnappers wore shoe covers and wanted to avoid the
detection, it could be said that the net of heaven was grand and flawless. Most of the scene was
mountain roads and grass. Stones and grass pierced the shoe covers and left some footprints.
“…… The kidnapper wore a pair of 39 size shoes. Judging from the footprints, they should be made of
the old-fashioned sneakers. I've checked it. Because this kind of old-fashioned sneakers has already
been out of date, there are basically no such shoes on the market now, and I can't find too many of
them on the Internet. So, I think this may be a clue of investigation. "
With the development of the times, the survival of the fittest was a natural fact. Time was like a
bulldozer, pushing people forward, and at the same time, it would erase some things that had
witnessed the history, such as this kind of sneakers.
In the past few years, almost every family had worn this kind of sneakers. Compared to being barefoot,
this kind of sneakers was completely a symbol of identity. However, as time went by, this kind of
sneakers had become an elimination in the era.
"Bettina, I'll leave it to you to investigate the factory or seller of the shoes. I'll see if you can find any
clue. People who continue to wear this kind of shoes in this era are either paranoid about this kind of
shoes, or mentally troubled," said Arthur, looking at another police. "Junior Liu, go and investigate all
the people in the Psychiatric Hospital of the capital city. See what you can find out. "
"Yes, boss."
"There was an explosion at the scene. Is there any residue left?" Arthur asked.
"Some residue has been sent to the test, but there is no result for the time being. I don't think there are
many clues, but I'm sure that the destructive power of the explosive substance is not something that
ordinary explosive articles can achieve. In other words, the explosive substance is not necessarily the
common gunpowder circulating in the market, but some private military fire. I've contacted the customs
and asked them to investigate it closely to see if they can find some clues. "
Arthur nodded and said, "Well done. Now we have to find as many clues as possible. We can't let an
innocent life be sacrificed like this."
He learned from Martin that the person who did it was Brett. But when Brett arrived at the capital city,
he would definitely make use of local forces. Who would that person be?
After receiving so much information, Arthur felt a little dizzy, especially the death of Bonnie, which
made him feel a little guilty. Although he could not foresee the murder, he could not stop the growth of
the plot. It was an unforgivable mistake in itself.
Heaven and earth were cruel, and everything was a chewing dog.
At the same time, in Yan Garden.
There was a strange dead silence in the hall.
There was no trace of blood on Carlos' face. He sat on the sofa like a clay sculpture, and the scene
when he first saw Bonnie's corpse in the mountain kept flashing through his mind.
He didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment, as if there was a fire burning in his heart,
and the madness and distortion extended along his bloodline bit by bit, spreading all over his limbs and
bones.
At this time, a man in a black shirt came in. He had a crew cut, angular face without any expression.
This man was the third young master of the Si family, Thurston.
Thurston walked to the opposite of Martin and sat down. He said in a cold voice, "Mr. Martin, I've found
out the place where Brett is hiding. It's in an abandoned factory outside the suburbs of the west city.
The factory has been surrounded. What do you want to do?"
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