Chapter 3568 The Edge of Tomorrow (14)

Schiller first made a simple water shoe with the remaining plastic cloth. The plastic cloth surrounds the knees so that water can be prevented from splashing on his pants.

Then he began to put water on the bathroom tiles. As far as he knew, the waterproofing project of the new campus was done well, and all areas where water needed were meticulously waterproofed, and it was unlikely that it would leak directly downstairs.

The two faucets were released together, and the speed was still very fast. The water on the bathroom floor was overwhelmed by the feet, and Schiller poured the detergent into it first.

Straighten the carpet, pick up the brush and start brushing.

Although there is a lot of blood stained on the carpet, it is fresh blood after all, not aged dirt. It has not completely penetrated into every gap in the carpet. After a few strokes, it is all washed away.

With the help of powerful detergent, the blood quickly disappeared. After almost brushing, Schiller opened the bathroom floor drain, let the water go, and put the carpet aside to dry.

When he returned to the room, Victor had almost washed the floor and furniture. Schiller reduced the strength of the water gun, added the detergent to the water tank, and began to sprinkle water on the ground.

Sprinkle the water all over, then continue to scrape with the scraper. After scraping, use the water gun to rinse it, and the ground will be basically clean.

The more troublesome thing is the wall. The wall below the window is full of blood, and the wall is not decorated with wall panels or other things. It is the most ordinary white wall, and the blood has completely penetrated into it.

Schiller shoveled off all the wall skin, sprayed it with detergent, and then swept it with the steam mode of the water gun. The blood was basically impossible to see, but the wall was bald and looked very strange.

"What should I do? It should be too late to repair the wall." Victor said with some distress.

"It's okay," Schiller said, "It's normal for the wall to fall off. The students will find ways to explain it themselves."

Victor thought about it and thought it was the same. If he found that the walls in the classroom were falling off during class, he would probably only ask the repairman to come and deal with it, and would not think that there was a murder case here.

Then Schiller began to deal with the windows and exterior walls. Fortunately, the exterior walls of the movable building were covered with ceramic tiles, and it could be washed away with a water gun. However, in order to prevent the blood from falling downstairs, Schiller still chose to use a rag.

Use a rag to wipe the blood stains on the exterior wall, rinse the gaps in the window frames with a high-pressure water gun, and then wipe the glass clean. The rehearsal classroom is almost the same.

Schiller placed the carpet in the corner of the classroom and wrote a note to paste it on the wall next to it, which means that the carpet had been sprinkled with drinks before, and it was drying after washing it, so please do not get close to it.

Then I entered the bathroom. The next highlight was the one that covered the ceiling near the door of the bathroom was also stained with blood. They needed to remove the two ceilings and clean them.

The reason why high-pressure water guns cannot be used is that there is a gap between the ceiling panels. If blood enters inside, the high-pressure water gun will definitely not be able to rush. It must be disassembled and checked, otherwise there may be omissions.

Of course, Victor did the job of removing the ceiling. His manual skills are quite good, and it is not difficult. Most of the ceiling sheets will not be welded to the keel, and can be taken off with a light push up.

After taking it off, the two of them found that as expected, there was blood in the gaps and on the back. Put it in the sink and then install it, and there was no problem.

When it was just dawn, the two finally finished all the traces in the rehearsal classroom. Then they moved the bassist's body into the car and the work was basically completed.

"Where will this thing be delivered?" Victor opened the car door and glanced at the trunk and said, "Or it would be delivered to the low-temperature warehouse first?"

"That's not OK. He is not a street gangster or a homeless man. No one cares if he disappears. Being able to go to college means that his family is well off. If he disappears, his parents will come to him and the school may also have to bear the responsibility."

"What should I do?"

"You have to forge a reasonable reason for death." Schiller sighed softly, "Call Waylen...I mean, Killer Crocodile, let him drive at the intersection in front of us."

Victor nodded and contacted Waylen as Schiller said. The two people soon met on the east side of a crossroads.

Victor put the wrapped body into Waylen's car. Schiller said: "This guy has bad intentions to Harley and was killed by Harley. But because he is a college student, he has to find a reasonable way to die. Where is the most chaotic bar street that college students often go to?"

Waylen thought for a while and said, "There are many bar streets next to Gotham University, but the most messy one must be the Golden Cup Bar. There is a drug distribution point, and addicts like to join the other side, and gangsters are also competing for territory there, and bloodshed is almost every day."

"That's right," Schiller said. "Is there any small cheap bar there? It's better if the boss and waiter only have one or two people, the management is chaotic, and it's not surprising that something happens when something happens."

"The bar at the tail alley," said Waylen. "The quality of drugs there is very poor. They are basically wet goods at the docks, but they are better at cheaper ones. Those who have broken their brains and cannot make money are gathered there."

Schiller winked at Waylen and said, "Take this guy with you and let's go there."

The three of them got back into Waylen's car and drove towards the tail alley bar. But the car did not park in front of the bar, but stopped at an intersection across the street.

Weiron carried the body and Schiller walked in front. After arriving at the place, he found that it was exactly the same as Schiller described.

The bar is at the end of the street, with a semi-underground structure, with neither back door nor windows, the terrain is quite ideal, and it is small and dirty. Before you even enter, you can smell a strong smell of smoke and vomit.

Schiller sighed again, recalled in his heart how to spend 500,000 yuan, and then pushed the door and walked in.

There were many people lying on the table and on the ground, some were still sucking, and some were already fainting.

There was no bartender in front of the bar, and there was a figure sitting behind him, looking like the boss, but when he heard someone coming in, he didn't come out to see it. He seemed that he thought someone was getting big again.

It's dawn now, and there are not many people in the bar, four or five in the front and one or two in the back.

Weiren threw the body in his hand in the middle of the house, and threw the rag and blood-sticked plastic cloth over it. When Victor walked in, he carried a bucket of gasoline, which was pulled out of his car.

He just swayed and threw gasoline everywhere, even on the poisonous insects that had been drunk, but no one could react, as if they were treating them as hallucinations they saw when they were taking drugs.

After pouring a barrel of gasoline, the bar owner came over from behind. When he saw them, he was stunned because Schiller's group looked like someone who would come here. But before he could ask, Schiller threw the lighter directly to the ground.

Suddenly, flames rose. Several people quickly retreated outside and blocked the door.

Even so, the people in the house had no intention of running away. It was just the time to hangover, and when the neighbors around saw the thick smoke, the inside had been burned into coke.

"It's over," sighed Victor, "I want to go back to the office and have a good sleep."

"Don't worry, the link of evidence is still the most critical link." Schiller took out his mobile phone and found an intersection on the web navigation. "There is a surveillance camera of the Gotham Police Department on the street lights, which can just be photographed at the entrance of Bar Street."

"Although this camera is theoretically owned by the Gotham Police Department, the video data is actually stored in the branch office. Gotham University belongs to an independent community and has an independent police branch office." Schiller asked Waylen to send the two of them to the branch office.

It's still early and the police are not at work. Schiller skillfully avoided the cameras of the branch and came to the surveillance room.

While asking Victor to turn on the computer, he called Harley. He thought that Harley should get up at this time.

"Hey? Are you getting up? You've already arrived in the classroom?...Nothing is nothing, don't be polite. I'm trying to ask you, when is the guy who attacked you usually go to the bar?"

"Don't ask me questions like 'Why do you know'... No, I won't tell fortunes to dead people. Miss, we have just been busy with you all night, so let's save each other some sleep time."

"Every Thursday to Saturday, around 9pm? OK, I get it."

Schiller took a look at the calendar and it happened to be Thursday. If the bassist was not ready to attack Halle, he would have gone to the bar today. He was lucky in this regard.

"Check the surveillance video of a Sunday six months ago," Schiller said.

Victor looked for a while and said, "I found it, it should be him?"

On the screen, a man parked his car in a white coat and walked towards the bar street. His figure quickly disappeared at the intersection.

Next, without Schiller's explanation, Victor also knew what to do. He directly covered this video onto today's video.

If Halle knew when the bassist would go to the bar, the others in the band would definitely know. With this surveillance video, you can make sure that both the evidence and the evidence are present, the evidence is complete, and the cause of death can be concluded.

"I'm finally finished my work," Schiller exhaled softly and said, "I'm going back and resting, too."

"That girl..." Victor said with some concern.

"What?"

"The girl who broke in before," he continued, "If the police went to interrogate her, would she really not let her go?"

"Since Harley dares to say that, she must be sure. I think we can choose to trust her," Schiller said.

"That's right, Harley is also very skilled in this area. I think I'm a little worried." Victor nodded and said.

Schiller did not trust Harley unconditionally. Just thinking about it a little bit, you can tell that the timing of the lead singer's appearance was very wrong. It was already evening at that time, but there were no rehearsal activities. What did he do in the rehearsal classroom?

Moreover, through Harley's previous description, we can know that the bassist and the lead singer were a little confused before. This matter is likely to be a conspiracy between the two, and the lead singer appeared at this time to help the bassist.
Chapter completed!