Cao Bin said: "I think the brother was very suspicious just now. By the way, what is his name?"

Dong Biao said: "The Tong generation, surnamed Lian, named Lian... Lian Jiachuan has been transferred from the outer hall to the inner hall for more than two years. His performance has always been average. Although this person is average, he speaks English much better than other brothers. Therefore, I gave him the responsibility of accompanying Carl in the villa. Brother Bin, why can't I see what suspicion he will have?"

Cao Bin said: "After such a big incident, I can't see a panic on his face. Do you think it's suspicious?"

Dong Biao smiled bitterly and said, "That's because you don't know him well enough. This brother is so urinating. Even if he is angry, he can still look calm and composed."

Cao Bin shook his head slightly and said, "Your explanation cannot make me rule out my suspicion of him, but now is not the time to touch him. The first thing we need to do is to check the scene and that little saddle."

Dong Biao nodded and replied, "I'll go out now."

The villa was only seventeen or eighteen kilometers away from the entrance. At the beginning of the year, in order to kill Blanco, several rooms on the ground were blown up. The villa is now rebuilt on the original ruins, and both above and below the ground are twice as large as the original size. The villa was not long after it was built, and Carl Stockton was fortunate to be the first guest to receive the newly built villa.

It took only half an hour to drive. When the sunset was still at the top of the mountain, Cao Bin and Dong Biao rushed to the villa. As soon as they stepped into the door of the villa, Cao Bin noticed something strange, and Dong Biao sniffed at the same time and shouted in a low voice: "It smells bloody!"

The two immediately pulled out and snatched them. The troops split into two groups, alternately covering them, and approached the first door of the villa. The two of them had been working together for many years and had already formed a tacit understanding. Without words or gestures, they could understand them with just one look. Dong Biao kicked open the door, and Cao Bin rolled sideways at the same time and entered the room. The room was empty. The six houses were investigated one by one, but they found nothing. Dong Biao couldn't help but wonder: "Where is the little anonymous person? What's the matter with the bloody smell?"

Cao Bin looked serious and pointed at his feet.

Dong Biao nodded.

Sure enough, in the basement, the body of Ma Sad was found, and three shots were shot in the chest, and there was a large pool of blood beside the body.

"There is a basement ventilation opening at the entrance of the courtyard, so where can you smell the bloody smell? When you enter the room, there will be no bloody smell." After confirming that there was no danger in the basement, Cao Bin squatted down to check the body of Ma Suan: "The shape of the wound shows that Xiao Anzi was shot at a close distance, and there were no other scars on his body, which means that he voluntarily walked down the basement. The murderer shot at close distance, but failed to hit the vital point, causing Xiao Anzi to die in severe pain, thus covering up his true expression before being shot."

Dong Biao sighed: "So, the murderer should be a master of murder!"

Cao Bin stood up, snorted coldly, and said, "Of course, a person who has been a policeman for more than ten years is of course a master of murder."

Dong Biao said in surprise: "You mean the little saddle that Carl killed?"

Cao Bin said: "Xiao Anzi is an orphan. She is not good at socializing and is afraid of seeing strangers, so I arranged for him to guard this villa. Only he can endure this loneliness. In addition to the brothers in the hall, the person Xiao Anzi can know is Carl. If he is a stranger, it is impossible for Xiao Anzi to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the lead into the basement."

Dong Biao said: "So, even Kachuan may be the murderer!"

Cao Bin shook his head and said, "He has doubts, but he is definitely not the murderer who shot Xiao Anzi. When you went to pick up the car, I asked the brother on duty. During these five days, Lian Jiachuan had never gone out alone, and Xiao Anzi's death time could not exceed three days. In other words, Xiao Anzi did not die on the night when Carl left, and Lian Jiachuan had no time to commit the crime after that."

Dong Biao said: "I understand. It should be that Carl, the bastard, returned here after leaving, and used a lie to deceive Xiao Anzi's trust and brought him to the basement."

Cao Bin nodded and said, "It should be like this on the surface, but there are still two questions that I still can't understand. One is why Carl Stockton shot Xiao Anzi? The other is why he didn't deal with the scene after he shot Xiao Anzi?"

Dong Biao said: "I guess it must be Xiao Anzi who knew some of his secrets."

Cao Bin shook his head, sighed heavily, and said, "Killing to silence is the most likely motive for murder, but this must not be the reason why Carl Stockton shot Xiao Anzi. Xiao Anzi didn't know how to do it. For Carl, killing him was easy and there was no need to use a gun at all. Even if Carl Stockton used to firing a gun because he was used to shooting, he could still kill him in one shot. Why did he have to shoot three shots in a row?"

Dong Biao said: "Didn't you just say that he fired three shots in a row that made Xiao Anzi die in severe pain, thus covering up his true expression before his death? Isn't this a way for him to cover up the truth?"

Cao Bin said: "My intuition at first also thought so, but now I have to overturn this judgment. There are many ways to cover up the truth, such as shooting Xiao Anzi's face, and throwing Xiao Anzi's body into the lake or burying it. But he did nothing. This is absolutely contrary to common sense for an old policeman who has been working for more than ten years."

Dong Biao said: "Maybe it was because he was too hasty, or maybe it was because he encountered some other special incident and was unable to have time."

Cao Bin shook his head slowly, pointed to the body of the saddle and said, "Please observe carefully, what are the differences between the three gun holes on the little saddle's chest?"

Dong Biao looked at it intently and couldn't help but murmur: "The gun on the left bleed the most, while the gun on the upper right bleed almost no blood came out."

Cao Bin nodded and responded, "Yes, Xiao Anzi obviously died of blood exhaustion, and the shot above the chest on his right side was fired after almost the blood flowed on Xiao Anzi's body. How could the murderer be so patient? How could he say that he was too hasty or encountered an emergency?"

Dong Biao said: "After you analyze this, why do I feel that the murderer seems to be doing this intentionally? Is he trying to demonstrate to us? That Carl Stockton is not underestimating him. If we want to kill him, it is as simple as killing a pug. What strength does he have to dare to demonstrate to us?"

Cao Bin sighed and said, "I don't know, my thinking is a little confused now. A Biao, please accompany me up. Go to the small lake and walk around, maybe you can clarify your thoughts."

The two brothers walked out of the basement and came to the lakeside. As soon as they walked a few steps, Dong Biao said in surprise: "Brother Bin, look, there seems to be a corpse floating there!"

The area of ​​this lake is not large, and it only takes half an hour to walk around. However, when Cao Bin bought this wasteland, he hired a lot of manpower to deepen the lake. The deepest part is as high as five meters. The direction Dong Biao pointed was the deepest part of the lake.

"I'll go and drag him over." Dong Biao saw clearly that it was indeed a corpse, so he wanted to take off his clothes and swim over to drag the corpse to the shore.

Cao Bin stopped in time and said, "What are you messing around? What season is this? How old are you?"

Dong Biao said: "But we don't have a boat, so how can we know who is dead if we don't swim?"

Cao Bin sighed: "Why don't you think you're going to use your brain when you're with me? There is a wooden bed in the room. Can you use it as a boat for a while?"

Dong Biao scratched his head and replied, "Yes!"

After moving Zhang Mu bed as a boat, then dismantled the headboard as a paddle, Dong Biao rowed to the center of the lake and saw the corpse clearly. The body was leaning on the water, and Dong Biao could not see its face, but it was concluded from the shape of the body that was already dressed that the person who died in the lake was Carl Stockton.

Dong Biao was stunned immediately.

Could it be that Carl Stockton felt guilty about killing someone and had to commit suicide by jumping into the lake? Or was he so excited that he fell into the lake and died after killing someone?

Obviously not!

When Dong Biao finally dragged the body to the shore and checked that the deceased was Carl Stockton, Cao Bin made a new inference. "The person who shot Xiao Anzi was not Carl! Xiao Anzi's bloodstains had not completely condensed. I infer that his death should be about two days, not more than three days. Carl's face was soaked in water, and the death must have exceeded three days. That night, Carl was very likely not leaving on the voluntary, but was killed."

Dong Biao took a deep breath and said, "It seems that even Jiachuan is more suspicious. Brother Bin, should you rush back in time to control him first?"

Cao Bin did not answer, but continued to check Carl Stockton's body. "It is obvious that Carl did not drown, he was thrown into the lake after his death."

Dong Biao had no interest in checking the body and had little experience. He was completely dizzy anyway, so he simply closed his mouth, but didn't understand but didn't ask.

Fortunately, Cao Bin then gave the answer: "There is no foreign object in Carl's mouth and nose, which means that he had stopped breathing when he sank into the lake. Strangely, Carl did not see any obvious external injuries on his body. Could it be that he died of poisoning?"

Dong Biao still said nothing.

Cao Bin continued to say to himself: "But what poison can make Carl die so peacefully? His police ID has not moved the money in his pocket. What purpose is the murderer?"

At this moment, Dong Biao was only thinking about one thing in his mind, and quickly returned to the hall to arrest Lian Jiachuan. It was not certain that he killed Carl Stockton on the night five days ago, and then threw it into the lake. Later, he felt that Xiao Anzi might have discovered his own foot and turned around and shot Xiao Anzi to death.

Cao Bin seemed to have seen through Dong Biao's thoughts, put down Carl Stockton's body, washed his hands with the lake water, turned to Dong Biao and said, "It's impossible that Lian Jiachuan did it. He doesn't have the ability to kill Carl without disturbing Xiao Anzi."

Dong Biao was aroused from being stubborn and asked back, "What if Lian Jiachuan and Xiao Anzi committed the crime together? First, they got Carl drunk, then suffocated him to death, and threw him into the lake. Lian Jiachuan felt that it was too unsafe to keep Xiao Anzi like this, so he sneaked back and shot Xiao Anzi."

Cao Bin snorted coldly: "What's the matter?"

Dong Biao said in a daze: "Then? What else can I do?"

Cao Bin sighed lightly and said, "Then Jiachuan killed Carl and Xiao Anzi, and then waited in the hall to wait for you to catch him, and then he had to withstand your torture. You think it was writing a story!"

Dong Biao felt unreasonable but still stubborn: "If the two of them hadn't joined forces to commit the crime, how could the murderer throw Carl's body into the middle of the lake?"

Cao Bin said: "This lake seems to be a piece of stagnant water, but it was treated with live water. Carl's body initially sank to the bottom of the water, and with the undercurrent, it slid deep into the middle of the lake. Then the body produced rotten air and floated up from the bottom of the lake, but it was not what you thought, and it was thrown at the center of the lake as soon as it came up."

Dong Biao said stubbornly again: "What can that mean? Anyway, I think it's important to even Jiachuan!"

Cao Bin said helplessly: "Why do you think it is not important? What matters is what the murderer's intention is, why did he kill Carl Stockton, and why did he kill Xiao Anzi again after two days. Now it seems that this murderer has a certain connection with the military and police collusion gang that stole opium. If we don't understand the purpose of their move, then we will eventually fall into a passive position."

When talking about the group of people colluding with the military and police, Dong Biao suddenly became serious. He had been so aware of it, but he hoped that there was no connection between the two cases. If Carl Stockton and Xiao Anzi really died at the hands of the group, it would only mean that the group had to take action in advance. However, after thinking about it, more than ten days ago, on their way to Miami, the military had already intercepted them. If their car had not been malfunctioned by accident and had a broken jack, they would have probably no chance to stand here at this time.

"There is nothing scary when the soldiers come to block the enemy, and the water comes to cover the earth." Dong Biao replied in a deep voice: "However, such a sneaky and murder is not like the style of those people. Brother Bin, I always feel that there must be conspiracy in it."

Cao Bin replied: "The so-called conspiracy is nothing more than shameful tricks. Once this trick is cracked, it is worthless. However, if it cannot be cracked and confused by its surface, it is very likely that it will be held by the other party and sink deeper and deeper. When I woke up, I had lost the opportunity to turn over. My mind is very confused now, and I need to calm down and think about it."

This was Cao Bin's habit. As a brother, Dong Biao naturally understood it. The two drove back to the hall, and Cao Bin locked himself in the study without even having dinner.

Dong Biao was too lazy to think so much, and he believed that he was far inferior to Cao Bin in this regard. Therefore, no matter what happened, as long as Cao Bin was there, he would never use his brain. He was the style of directly bringing Lian Jiachuan into the torture room.

With Cao Bin's inference, Dong Biao no longer insisted on suspicion that Lian Jiachuan would have a direct relationship with Carl Stockton and Xiao Anzi's murder. However, no direct relationship does not mean that it does not have any relationship. Therefore, Dong Biao still tried to interrogate Lian Jiachuan, but he did not move as soon as he came up.

"Carl Stockton was dead, thrown into the lake, and Xiao Anzi was also dead, and was shot dead in the basement of the villa." Dong Biao said slowly, and two sinister eyes swept around Lian Jiachuan: "What do you want to say about this result?"

Even Kachuan did not show any shock, nor did he panic, and replied steadily: "I thought of this result, but I didn't dare to say it. When I was having supper that night, Xiao Anzi drank with Carl Stockton for the first time, and I felt something was strange. That night, Carl Stockton disappeared, and the next day when I found that Carl Stockton was missing, I asked Xiao Anzi to go back to the hall with me, but he refused and found many reasons to shirke me. At that time, I felt abnormal."

Dong Biao asked with a sinister face: "When was the last time you saw Xiao Anzi? Have any brothers from the hall ever been to the villa in the past five days? Including yourself."

Lian Jiachuan replied: "The morning before yesterday, I went to the villa with my brother Xiaohui. Xiao Anzi looked normal, but I always felt that he was thinking. I asked him to come back with us again, but he still disagreed, saying that without Brother Bin Biao's instructions, he would never leave the villa half a step."

Dong Biao pondered for a moment and asked again: "Why did you go to the villa the morning before yesterday?"

Lian Jiachuan smiled slightly and replied, "One is to send supplies, and the other is that I am worried about Xiao Anzi." After a moment, Lian Jiachuan continued, "Organizing, I always have some questions about Xiao Anzi, but at my level, I can't interrogate him, I can only make indirect attacks."

Dong Biao locked his brow and asked, "Then what have you asked?"

Lian Jiachuan shook his head and said, "He doesn't want to pay attention to me at all. Brother Xiaohui and I can only put down our supplies and return."

Even Jiachuan and the Xiaohui brothers he mentioned were brothers of Tongzi, but Xiao Anzi entered the hall in his teens, but he was a brother of the big generation. Even Jiachuan naturally did not dare to be disrespectful to Xiao Anzi.

Although Lian Jiachuan responded without any leakage, he still failed to eliminate Dong Biao's suspicion of him. So Dong Biao asked in another way: "What kind of questions do you have about Xiao Anzi?"

Lian Jiachuan shook his head and said, "I can't say it, but I just feel something is wrong. Now that he is dead, Carl Stockton is dead, which means he really has a secret in his heart."

Dong Biao said in a deep voice: "It's been three years since you entered the hall, right?"

Lian Jiachuan said: "It's been two years and nine months. Brother Biao, I know the rules of the hall. If you have such a thing, it's natural for you to suspect me. If I have a lie, I'll be willing to be punished."

Dong Biao nodded and said, "Just know the rules! From the perspective of the statement, you did not have the time to shoot Xiao Anzi, but this does not mean that you are not suspicious. At least, Carl Stockton happened on the night you were on duty, so the investigation of you cannot end here. Today is just the beginning, and you will find you at any time in the future. Do you understand?"

Lian Jiachuan nodded and replied: "I understand, please don't worry, Brother Biao, I will definitely cooperate with the door's investigation into me."

Cao Bin couldn't sleep all night.

What is certain is that the murder of Karl Stockton must be related to the collusion between the military and police who stole the two hundred tons of opium. From the time point of view, Karl Stockton died at night five days ago, and at that time, it was exactly one week before the time of dealing with Li Xilu. With this week, for the group, it was enough to understand the news of Li Xilu's death, so it was reasonable to have a revenge or behavior.

But the question is, if you take revenge, you should be for him and Dong Biao. What problem can you solve by killing Carl Stockton? Also, why should you take a tiny life from Xiao Anzi?

Cao Bin thought about these two questions all night, but couldn't figure out the reason. If he couldn't figure out these two questions, it would be difficult to know the direction of the group's next action.

Dong Biao said simply, "Don't worry about him! I don't believe it anymore. Could it be that they dare to send troops to attack our hall?"

Cao Bin said worriedly: "What I am worried about is that the remaining batch of goods may have leaked the news. The group of people are greedy and want to eat this larger batch of goods. So they coerced and tempted Carl Stockton to cooperate with them, but they failed in the end. Therefore, they were so angry that they killed Carl Stockton. If so, we must destroy the batch of goods in advance, not to be afraid of the thief, but to be afraid of the thief thinking about it. Let's cut off their thoughts first, see what other tricks they can do?"

Dong Biao smiled and said, "They will definitely be anxious and will be distracted. Although the dog will bite people when it is crazy, it is much more enjoyable than huddling in the nest and refusing to show up."

Cao Bin said: "That's right, forcing them to get unexpected results. However, in order to prevent you and me from being bitten by mad dogs at the same time, starting today, we must not go out at the same time. One person must stay in the hall."
To be continued...