Seth put down the photo, squatted down and carefully looked through the contents of the carton.

"There are hair samples, stool samples, urine samples, and...fingernails."

Seth stood up again, and Summer stood behind him, looking at the inhumane corpse and said.

"The murderer is simply not human."

"He received the punishment he deserved."

As soon as Summer finished speaking, Seth said such a sentence for no reason.

"Hey, what did you just say?" Summer asked with a frown.

"Don't you think the murderer's modus operandi is familiar?" Seth asked.

"Wait a minute, you're talking about the serial killings some time ago?"

"Yes, the murderer will repeat it all again in Gero City."

"Oh, shit!"

Summer covered his forehead. Just hearing about serial murders gave him a headache.

"rustle…"

Suddenly, while the two were discussing, there was a small sound on the ceiling above their heads.

Seth, who was wearing a hat, didn't feel anything, but Summer, who had short hair, felt something fall on the top of his head. He reached out and touched it, and a trace of dust stuck to his palm.

"dust?"

Summer looked up at the ceiling. There were four small holes in the ceiling above his head. He changed the angle and found that these four small holes actually penetrated the roof.

"rustle…"

I don't know if it was his imagination, but the roof seemed to be shaking.

"Detective! Watch your head!"

The two SWAT team members guarding the door immediately rushed forward and threw the two men aside one after another.

"Boom!"

As soon as the SWAT team members knocked the two men down, the ceiling above them exploded with a "bang", and the broken walls collapsed and fell, hitting the floor in the room.

"Kaka...kaka..."

There were cracks in the wooden floor. Summer climbed up from under the SWAT team members, immediately came to the body, and shouted outside.

"The ambulance hasn't come yet!?"

At this time, an ambulance was parked outside the apartment surrounded by police cars. Two emergency doctors wearing raincoats and carrying a stretcher quickly ran into the apartment and reached the second floor.

"Quick, there is a risk of collapse here."

Summer said anxiously, and the two doctors nodded, dealt with it briefly, and carried the deceased's body onto a stretcher.

They didn't ask why it was a corpse, why they didn't call a hearse but an ambulance, but no matter what they did, they had to charge money.

Soon, the police cordoned off the apartment and put seals everywhere.

"He's playing a game."

In the corridor on the second floor of the apartment, Seth took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, shook out one, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"what game?"

Summer walked back and forth in the corridor with an anxious look and asked after hearing the words.

"Missionary Game."

"Fuck you!"

Summer had just listened to Seth's series of explanations about the murderer's serial killings in other cities, and thought that the murderer was playing a game.

Moreover, the other party did not care about the police at all, and even wanted to play with them and applaud them.

Therefore, now there is a kind of resistance to the word "game", and I get angry when I hear it.

The anger in his heart soared, and he put his hands on his hips and walked back and forth.

"We must control our emotions."

"No matter how difficult it is, we must pay attention to all the details."

Seeing that he was emotionally unstable, Seth came to Summer with a cigarette in his mouth, spread his hands and comforted him.

"I am a sentimental animal and cannot control my emotions."

Summer gritted his teeth and put his hands on his hips, looking as if he was extremely angry and couldn't listen to anything.

"Did you hear what I said?"

Seth's face became serious, and Summer looked up at Seth, still angry.

"Yes, I heard it."

"Click!"

Just when the two were facing each other, the sound of a camera taking pictures came from behind. Summer turned around and looked around, and was immediately blinded by the continuous flash of lights.

"Hey! What are you doing!?"

Summer protected his eyes with his right hand, frowned and looked at the reporter standing on the stairs with an unhappy tone.

"I'm sorry, I'm..."

"The crime scene has been sealed, get out of here quickly!"

Before the reporter finished speaking, Summer interrupted and walked towards the reporter. On the way, the reporter kept pressing the shutter, and a burst of flashes made Summer even more angry.

"I'm a photographer for United Press International and I have the right to be here!"

The reporter refuted him and continued to take pictures of the two of them, especially Summer who looked very angry.

"Get out!"

Summer burst into anger, slapped the reporter's camera away, and told the reporter to get out.

"Horse-riding bastard, I have your photo!"

"I photographed you!"

As the reporter walked down the stairs, he pointed at Summer's face and said angrily.

"Oh, is it so?"

"Remember my name, Detective Summer!"

"Get out of here!"

"Fuck you!"

Before leaving the house, the reporter gave Summer the middle finger and swore at him upstairs.

"How did they come so fast!?"

Summer looked back at Seth and Huo Dadi asked.

"They pay the police department to receive information, and the price is very high."

"You should know."

Seth looked at him with a calm expression and replied.

"Sorry, I was really pissed off by that bastard."

Summer felt much better after venting just now, and immediately apologized to Seth.

"It doesn't matter."

Seth shrugged, took a puff of his cigarette, walked to the bottom of the stairs, and said.

"But it's impressive to see a man be so impulsive."

Summer rubbed the back of his head and followed Seth.

Two hours later, Coronel Municipal Hospital.

"The deceased was imprisoned for a year."

"This number is based on the degree of degeneration of the muscles and spine."

Summer and Seth were standing in the hospital corridor, and a bald doctor was talking to them about the condition of the deceased.

"Blood tests showed that the deceased had taken a large number of drugs and even antibiotics before his death."

"Perhaps to avoid bedsore infection."

"The deceased's brain must have been unconscious a long time ago, and his tongue was bitten off by himself."

After the doctor finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Doctor, when did he die?"
To be continued...