I Can Solve Cases, And I Have Become A World Treasure (Volumes 6-9)

Chapter 264: Who are the attackers?

Could it be that the person who called them before was someone from 312?

Instead of believing that it was a ghost calling, it is better to believe that the residents of 312 suddenly developed their sense of smell and ran away first when they sensed something was wrong.

The deception was unsuccessful.

Artest and others were in a bad mood.

The next few times he knocked on the door but received no response. Artest was not a fool. He realized that once or twice was a coincidence, and three or four times must have been an accident.

They tore up the list and said, "It's useless."

These residents must have noticed something.

Artest called the leader and reported the situation.

Muzamil was drinking. There was a beeping sound on the phone, and liquid as red as agate was poured into the cup. He took a slow sip and said, "No rush, let's arrest a group of rich people first, and then... search them floor by floor."

He was already very satisfied with the progress so far.

The tragic situation of this city began to spread around the world through the Internet and word of mouth. Billions of people around the world will see with their own eyes the process of the largest city in country M being burned to the ground.

The man drinking wine looked polite, but he knew in his heart how the color of wine could compare with the sensory stimulation brought by blood -

and he was not in a hurry.

The entire hotel is in a closed state, unable to fly. These survivors are no different from animals in a cage. Sooner or later they cannot escape.

There is no difference between dying early and dying late.

It's just that Muzamil didn't expect that the police were killed one by one by them, and they also fell into a bottleneck here. What happened?

"BOSS, we haven't met anyone for an hour."

"Why?"

"...I don't know." Artai shook his head solemnly, feeling something was wrong in his heart, as if there was a pair of invisible hands controlling them behind the scenes.

-Qin

Julie got up early in the morning. He habitually checked his mobile phone without any reply.

A thirty-year-old unmarried man had never experienced this. He frowned, and his handsome face showed confusion. Due to his personality, the look reflected in the mirror showed that he was even slightly indifferent to confusion.

I opened the address book with one hand.

In a row of red call records with no one answering, he dialed Jiang Xueryu's number again.

Once, it wasn't a beep, but a direct message telling him that the phone had been turned off.

Something was wrong -

Qin Julie's eyes suddenly became sharp, and an indescribable strange feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.

It wasn't because someone didn't reply to his text message, but because of his sixth sense, he noticed something was wrong.

Thousands of miles away, he felt that something might have happened to Jiang Xuelu.

He subconsciously didn't want to think this way, but various unexpected signs made him unable to remain passive and patient.