Enforcer's Handbook

You have to believe me. I know who Guan Lili is. She doesn't really care about your life or death. All of these are tasks assigned to her by the Council and the company. After using you, they will kick you away. .

Song Lan imagined many ways for them to talk, but she never expected that Inglie really wanted to gain his trust seriously, and instead kept silent about the Southeast Bank robbery that happened this afternoon.

He had even prepared a scene where Inglie would take out the intercepted photo as a threat.

As long as you give me a chance, I can help you see the true face of Guan Lili and the company... Of course, if you don't like the status of a mentor, you can discuss it as a partner or close friend. I also have a professional planner here. team.

The atmosphere of this conversation was not intense, and England's attitude towards him had become almost flattering. For a former national-level rescuer, this scene really made Song Lan find it a bit funny. He could tell Inglie really needs this opportunity to turn around.

But this was not what Song Lan wanted to hear.

At this moment, they were walking side by side in the most inaccessible part of the block. It seems that because of the bank robbery that occurred today, there were fewer pedestrians on the street. In the past ten minutes from just now, they have Not even a ghost was seen.

Song Lan was in a dilemma.

He had already made plans to send Mr. Ingley to find treasures in the fish pond, but now that he said this, Song Lan felt a little difficult to do it again.

Could it be that the Southeast Bank robbery really had nothing to do with England and the team behind him?

Mr. Inglie, what's going on with the Southeast Bank thing you mentioned just now?

Yes, that's what I wanted to tell you.

Inglie said with an extremely confident tone, This must be Guan Lili or the company's fault!

Guan Lili? Why?

This is a common publicity strategy of the company. In order for your image to be recognized by the public in a short period of time, they have to let you solve some really difficult villains. The leader of a speeding gang cannot make you a national level rescuer.

Do you have evidence?

Not yet, but this is definitely the case... If you don't believe me, I can accompany you to the parking lot in the square. That's where the robber last appeared. I will definitely be able to find clues.

?

Song Lan was a little confused.

But now the man he suspected was the mastermind suddenly changed his identity and confidently wanted to take him to the crime scene to investigate the real murderer.

Song Lan finally agreed to Inglie's proposal.

For him, although the population density in the street square is relatively high and it is difficult to dispose of corpses, there are always more solutions than difficulties. Compared with the first time he accidentally killed Dorago Saffron, he already had Great progress, especially when Lu Xiang knew that he might face the same situation in the future, he dedicated a whole night to teach him how to make a corpse disappear without a trace on different occasions. .

In this field, Lu Xiang is undoubtedly an expert among experts.

But once again, England kept his promise.

When the two walked into the parking lot of the street square, he immediately started a careful search. During this period, in order to express his sincerity, Inglie also took the initiative to introduce the functions of his prosthetic body, I have a named device installed in my brain. You may have never heard of the overload system technology. This is a system that only a few people in the coalition government can adapt to. In addition, my prosthetic eye is also customized by the United Military Industry. It can not only record crime scenes Every detail of the scene can be automatically analyzed, and even the bloodstains that have been cleaned cannot escape my eyes.

This chattering introduction to popular science about prosthetics continued all the way to the third floor. When the two of them stepped onto the third floor of the parking lot, England was suddenly startled, and then said excitedly like a detective who finally discovered a clue, Ha, found it, right there!”

He pointed to the ground not far away.

Song Lan followed Ingrid's line of sight and saw that there was nothing on the bare ground.

He had not been transformed by prosthetic eyes, and his interfering psychic powers were not high-tech enough to recognize the blood stains that had been removed. If Inglie had not lied, then his prosthetic eyes had really worked.

Bloodstains, there are a lot of bloodstains here. One of the robbers must have been injured in the exchange of fire with the bank security guards.

Inglie started to analyze it decently, but his exaggerated tone made Song Lan wonder if this was a farce that he directed and acted.

It stands to reason that Lu Xiang also brought people to investigate the parking lot. If such obvious blood stains were really left at the scene, they would not have missed it.

They stayed here for a long time and cleaned up the blood stains on the entire floor, but... the car they drove was missing.

This may be the difference in the bank robbery of 2167.

Robbers in this era often no longer need to pack the money in a large number of sacks and transport it away. They can directly transfer the 21.7 million watts through online channels. This prevents them from carrying the money during their subsequent escape. Sacks or suitcases arouse suspicion.

Inglie just bent over and followed Song Lan's invisible blood stains all the way along the wall towards the employee lounge not far away.

Considering that the robbers might still stay at the scene and not leave, the two of them held their breaths in unison. They tiptoed left and right to approach the closed iron door. On the opposite side, Ingrid really approached Song like a partner. Lan made a gesture.

When the countdown ended, Inglie took the lead and kicked open the door to the employee lounge.

…

Huh?

The questions made the atmosphere in the room awkward. Facing the empty room, Inglie scratched the back of his head with his hand and said to himself, No, this is weird.

What's wrong?

The blood is gone here.

Inglie walked around the house and finally stopped at the sink. He looked at the empty sink and said, This is the place.

As he spoke, he turned on the faucet and confirmed that the faucet was working properly.

How did they disappear from this floor?

Full of doubts, he put his prosthetic eye close to the drain of the pool.

The next moment, Song Lan, who was investigating in the corner, was startled by Inglie's sudden shout. When he turned around, the national-level rescuer seemed to be frightened and fell down without caring about his image. He fell to the ground, rolled several times on the ground, rolled all the way out of the lounge, and then stumbled to his feet.

He muttered, No, no, it's not Guan Lili, please leave quickly, don't stay here!

After leaving such words, Ingrid could no longer care about Song Lan who was still in the house, and ran towards the direction where he came from.

Small Theater Eighty-nine:

It was Monday evening on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year.

Lu Xiang recently opened an interest course on criminal investigation. This was in response to the Council's call to encourage everyone to study extensively. As soon as this class was listed, the number of people was full, and every class was packed.

Some people privately nicknamed this class ghost story time.

Because the cases that Minister Lu mentioned in class were full of weird and terrifying colors, and since the course was held at night, many people trembled when they heard it.

The only thing that can compete in the number of course registrations is the new course offered by Minister Song Lan.

On this day, Lu Xiang rarely ended her class early. Without saying hello to Song Lan, she quietly came to the temporary classroom where Song Lan's class was held.

It was hard for her to imagine Song Lan talking eloquently on the podium in front of many students.

However, what greeted her was an empty classroom.

Lu Xiang directly dialed Song Lan's phone number and asked, Hey, where are you? I remember your course time is 18:35-20:45.

It was just after eight o'clock in the evening, and there was no one in the classroom.

It's class.

Nonsense, I'm right behind your classroom, and you're not in the classroom at all!

Of course, look at the name of my course.

Time Management, what's wrong?

The essence of this course is that you should do something at any time. After 17:30, it is the off-duty time. I must play the role of a teacher to ensure that every student does not work overtime but returns to his own home. If you don't I’ll hang up the phone first if there’s anything else.”