At night, the atmosphere was gloomy and lightning flashed through the air. The light that could instantly illuminate the whole world was fleeting. Then, a huge thunder roared, as if warning everyone that there would be no moonlight tonight, so go back quickly.

In a house in a mid-range residential area, Mkoyan was asleep while lying on the bed, with a quilt covering his abdomen, and the thick chest hair on his chest was twisted in a circle, unrestrained and unrestrained. However, he only occupied half of the double bed, and there was a clear collapse on the pillow on the other half, as if someone was lying there just now.

Hush, Hush, Hush...

On one side of the bedroom, boos slowly came at midnight. The woman in a black long skirt leaned on the sofa like a queen, crossed her legs and raised her legs under the table lamp of the small coffee table next to the sofa. In the dim light, there was a woman with delicate skin lying on the ground under her feet. No, from another perspective, she could always vaguely see something that she shouldn't have between her legs, which made it very difficult to define his (her) gender.

Mkoyan was awakened by the booing, not as hurry as if he was suddenly awakened. He slowly opened his eyes and felt the sound in his ears, and he sat up slowly in surprise.

"Who are you!"

Mkoyan widened his eyes when he sat up, and he saw a woman sitting in a corner of the room, showing an Anthony Hopkins-like smile on the separate sofa!

"Where are people?"

Mkoyan was a little unfollowed when he heard the woman in front of him answering questions, like two guys who were not on the same channel were talking about two completely unrelated things in the same language.

"Who?"

Tick.

The sound of water drops falling to the ground came from such a quiet room. Mkoyan did not turn his head after hearing this sound, because the sound came from very close to the woman who was talking. When he lowered his head and saw the man with a male (guess) sexual (guess) and a female rolling round person who had a round body of male (guess) sex (guess) and a dog-like lying on the ground, and there was a bunch of blood that looked a little black under the dim light, he lifted his nose and smelled it. In an instant, the originally ordinary room seemed to be filled with blood.

When Mkoyan saw this, he suddenly looked up and frowned and looked over. He saw the woman in a long black dress with her hands on the armrest of the sofa. One of them was holding a fruit knife with blood, and the other hand was holding his own pistol. There was also a muffler hanging on the muzzle that should be in his suit pocket!

"Don't call."

Mkoyan's mouth, which had just grown up, was blocked by the cold bass shout. He seemed to be stuffed into his throat by someone so that he could not make any sound. What's important is that where Mkoyan's eyes were focused, the guy lying on the ground turned his head. While his (her) long hair slipped down the other side, half of his face, which had been cut off, was placed in the dim light. Mkoyan could see the blood-red teeth stained with blood from the huge blood hole, and the paleness caused by excessive blood loss on the other side.

Swish.

At the creepy moment, he felt like a chilling feeling passed by the electric shock. Mkoyan could even clearly feel that countless goose bumps were gathering on his skin, and he could not control it at all.

"It seems you don't want to answer my question, just like I don't want to care whether you are sleeping with a man or a woman." The woman touched the dog's head and patted the guy lying on the ground: "Bit." Mkoyan saw it clearly this time. The woman lying on the ground was biting a cigarette box in her mouth. After this sentence, he (she) made a nasal sound full of fear, as if he put all his strength on his body on the nasal sound.

Mkoyan was going crazy. He just found a personal monster to look for something new after Doko had hope of resisting SAS. Unexpectedly, he got involved in this demon.

Who is she?

What is she going to do?

The woman sitting on the sofa answered Mkoyan's question. She placed the blade of the fruit knife on the back of the guy lying on the ground, and squeezed a piece of her thumb like a peel of a fruit in that place without any flesh. Then...

"Um!!!!!"

The guy lying on the ground with blood flowing down his naked body, drawing an arc of his ribs. He slowly flowed on this rainy night until a large amount of blood flowed out. He (she) arched forward in pain, but never dared to leave this position. In Mkoyan's eyes, the guy was trembling constantly, either tilting his head up and lowering his head to change, the pain blew his back spine like a cold wind. A feeling of cooler than an air conditioner appeared, penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Do you know why he (she) didn't resist?" The woman leaned forward, her short hair blocked half of her face and one eye in front of her forehead. The only half of her face showed a teacher's attitude of trying his best to tell stories to the children and trying to bring them into the story environment: "Because I told him (she). After I got the answer I wanted, I won't kill anyone."

"Now, give you three seconds, either, tell me where the person is, or."

Click.

This sentence seems to have not been finished. But in fact, the woman's movement of holding up her pistol and knocking on the safety proves that the whole sentence has been finished.

Whoosh.

She raised the knife in her hand and let the blood-seeking flesh on the back of the knife fly out. The flesh crossed a little distance in the bedroom and landed on the quilt in front of Mkoyan. The quilt was quickly wet with blood. Mkoyan took a breath after seeing this scene. When she remembered that a pistol was aimed at her, she didn't even have the courage to exhale this breath, and let the breath stop in her throat. It took a long time to dare to breathe slowly, slimly.

"three."

She is counting down.

Mkoyan looked up at her and said no more concealment: "Yes, we kidnapped a child named Gaia from Damas's school, but this child has been released by us. The thing is like this. Damas will always give us some good ideas... So, my mother suspected that someone wanted to manipulate the Doco family, so she went to find Gaia. No one wanted to catch him, but Damas insisted that it was this little guy in his teenage years old, so..."

"two!"

Mkoyan found that the number was still counting down, so he shook his head anxiously and explained: "I didn't lie, you have to believe me, we really let that child go, it's true..."

"one!"

"I……"

The woman put down the knife in her hand, took out her cell phone from the sofa, and played the voice call record of a communication software: "Zhou, has Gaia returned home?"

"Where are you going?"

"Isn't Gaia with you?"

"say."

She looked at Mkoyan and said word by word: "These conversations happened three minutes ago.

Then, the phone was put down, and without giving the man in front of her any chance to speak, she picked up the knife and threw it over.

Whoosh.

The knife rotated in the air, constantly changing its direction like a wheel. When it approached Mkoyan's chest in front of him, it happened to form a downward direction. With a "puff" sound, Mkoyan leaned back and lay on the bed.

"He didn't tell me where the person was, right?" She continued to touch the guy's head like a dog's head, and the person lying on the ground had bitten the cigarette box in his mouth despite the pain. The smell of tobacco was making his mouth sluggish. Even so, he still nodded very obediently.

call out.

The sound of gunfire appeared after changing its tone but still very loud. A firelight came from this not-bright bedroom. The man lying on the ground seemed to have been hit on his back by a hammer. He stumbled down with a "thump".

Immediately, the woman picked up her phone and took a look. She walked into the bathroom calmly. After turning on the tap, she washed her hands slowly. Finally, she picked up her phone and responded with the communication software: "Zhou, I'm looking for Gaia outside, maybe she lost it."

...

"Hahaha...hahahaha..."

Chekov sat at his home and hugged his newborn son and kept giggling. The little baby in his arms opened his mouth slightly, slowly shaking his arms slowly and looked at his father strangely: "Ah, ah...", the two of them made random voices without interrupting each other in their own world, but they were closely connected to each other.

Click.

When the sound of the door lock being unscrewed came, Chekov looked back, and when he saw his wife walking in from outside the door, he asked happily: "Is Matthew in good health?"

"It's not bad, I just blame me for not bringing his grandson back." Katherine looked at Chekov in a weird way: "Why are you so happy?" She added: "Why are you both so strange today?"

"Is Matthew strange?" Chekov responded.

Katherine put down her bag, umbrella, and put on slippers. She walked in and took the child and said, "He actually praised you today. Can you believe it? She told me not to put too much pressure on you. You actually have great potential... God."

"I solved a case, a very difficult case. The wife could not bear the husband's long-term cheating and murdered him. She tried to evade legal sanctions and forged the scene. She also said that her family was looted by gang members... Otherwise, this case would not have fallen into the anti-black and anti-drug department. However, even such a case was still solved by me..." Chekov was talking, but Catherine directly interrupted: "Don't count Zhou's credit on himself."

"Why is it Zhou's credit?" Chekov said dissatisfied: "Yes, Zhou did help me, but I handled the case alone. When I interrogated Mrs. Smith for the second time, I told her, 'I am a very experienced detective, and I can tell whether she is lying by a person's reaction'."

Katherine slammed a fork and said, "Are you sure?"

"Of course! The part of the human brain that guides human response to survival information is called the brain limbic system. It is composed of the corpus callosum, tonsils, hippocampus, thalamus and hypothalamus buried deep in the brain. These parts will respond accordingly based on external information. It is judged whether a person has absent behavior based on whether these reactions are normal. For example, a person appears anxious when he should be calm, appears impatient when he should be patient, and starts to roar when he should be calm, which means that this guy has a problem."

Catherine asked as if attracted, “What does that mean?”

Chekov answered without hesitation: "How do I know? Anyway, the beginning of the record on his notebook on the weekend of "physiological influence on psychology" was written, but that didn't matter. Mrs. Smith admitted the fact of murder during my interrogation."

"I've solved the case!"

He didn't say that he found the key evidence in the appraisal report on the weekend, but when a man showed his success to his husband Jackie Chan's wife, why should he count the credit of another man? This is not about promotion and salary increase, but just trying to show a good side in front of his wife. Is there anything wrong with it?

"I'm so proud of you." Catherine bent down and kissed her with the child in her arms.

Bee, bee, bee.

As his lips were about to touch each other, Chekov's phone rang. He was so tired that he quickly kissed his wife's lips, picked up the phone and said, "Can't you change the time?"

On the phone, the voice of the boy who was not talking to him came: "Coach, I don't know who to tell me about some things. I fell in love with a woman, but this woman doesn't like me. Can you... talk to you?"

"able."

In Chekov's life, he had not been so respected by anyone. When he was in the army, he had to obey orders; when he became a husband who was more powerful, he had to think about his family; when he was a policeman, he had to act according to the arrangements of his superiors, even if he was a son-in-law, he had to look at the bad face of his father-in-law who had always looked down on him. This was the first time someone regarded him as an elder and a teacher asking for advice. The first time someone needed his guidance in his life rather than causing trouble for others to wipe his butt. At that time, what he said on the weekend had been selectively forgotten. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!