Tiger Eye Detective-Cabin Fever

Untitled Part 8- The code in the dead man's stomach.

Eleven forty-seven, close to midnight.

The office of the CID, located on the innermost third floor of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, was brightly lit, and the room was filled with **people sitting around a large, well-worn, wrap-around corner couch in the doorway, clouds of smoke steaming under the bright fluorescent lights, and lit cigarettes dangling from the mouths of almost every seated person.

"There's another person there? Could the murderer be two people?!" Li Yuejun, who had locked his eyebrows in the smoke, said impatiently as he sat behind the desk next to the sofa.

Beside him sat Du Changdong, the city bureau chief, who was also frowning deeply. A sturdy and slightly obese middle-aged man, horizontal thick eyebrows, sideburns of green beard and slightly drooping mouth presents a deep ruthless phase, sitting there like a hideous cold ferocious god. Under his gaze, Jing Dongren, who usually smiles and laughs with everyone, is also silent and obedient.

"No, this person is not all the way with the murderer, let's call him b-jun for now. This b-kun appeared after the murderer left, there should be a long time between the two." Sitting on the sofa, Lei stopped and resumed his mud-like form, his whole body crooked on the sofa, almost "flowing" to the floor, his feet high up on the coffee table.

In the whole city bureau, it seems that only Lei Zhuo dares to be so reckless in front of Du Changdong, not to mention Du Changdong, even in front of the provincial public security department director, Lei Zhuo is also such a dead morality.

This is something that no one dares to imitate. The Du Changdong in front of him, who is famous for his strictness, only turns a blind eye to Lei Zhuo's behavior. And everyone will not doubt Du Changdong's authority because of this, because Lei stop's ability to be proud of his peers is also there for all to see.

Lei Stop was also exhaling smoke into the air, but instead of a short Dominican davidoff in his hand, he was holding a dark coffee-colored, curved, long-billed briar-root pipe, with wisps of fragrant smoke faintly wafting out of the mouth of the pipe. A small, creased piece of paper was spread out in his lap.

It was the very same note wrapped in the wax pill recovered from the stomach of the first victim.

"So this b-kun was on the roof by accident, right? But what about that knife?!" Kagemotoin said in disbelief as he looked at the folding knife laying on the table.

Lei stopped and looked at the note in his lap, "You all read it?"

All four nodded.

"What do you guys think?"

Jing Dongren said formally, "From my personal experience, I think that it is a set of codes."

"Coaxing", the surrounding people burst out laughing, and then disappeared under Du Changdong's cold gaze.

Li Yuejun kicked Jing Dongren from under the table, Jing Dongren smiled awkwardly and secretly made a face, "I just want to ease the atmosphere."

"That is indeed the password." Lei stopped stuffing his pipe into his mouth, his gaze once again falling on the piece of paper, his brows slowly tightening.

Two sets of numbers were printed on the I don't know how many folds of paper:

12, 5, 22, 9, 7, 6, 9, 22

5, /4, 3, 1, /5, 2, /2, 2, /3, 4, /4, 2, /5, 2, /2, 2, /3, 3, /4, 5, 34

"Don't you study that for a moment, let's start with what's going on with the murderer and that unsub b-kun! How can you be sure that the murderer has been to the roof of that building?!" Du Changdong, who had been silent, said, his voice low, thick, and as intimidating as his face.