Chapter 81 Special Service

"Okay," the policeman handling the case sighed helplessly, took out the file and read it with a blank face: "Time of the crime: On the morning of September 23, 2xxx, the victim was a male, 44 years old. It was verified that it was Zhao Dajiang, the owner of the smelter in the western suburbs of the capital. He had no record, no bad hobbies, and was cautious and timid. Neighbors get along well... Such an honest man with a wife and children, who do you think he will provoke? Who will start in the most high-end and camera-filled hotel in the capital? Or in this extreme way?"

Pan Hongsheng was stunned. He didn't expect the police to tell him the situation directly about the case. He paused and then asked, "What do you mean by telling me these?"

"I mean, Mr. Pan, it is estimated that this kind of case will not be solved for ten or eight years. There is no head case!" The police shook his head helplessly: "You still hope that the staff of the insurance company will find out and help you claim this loss!"

When Pan Hongsheng came out of the police station, it was already dark.

Wang Xiaoling and her sister are waiting for themselves in the car.

"What's wrong? Is there any news from the police? What the hell is going on?" Wang Xiaoxian is still relatively calm: "Is it an accident or a criminal case?"

"It should be a criminal case. There is no accident that will make people like that..." As soon as Pan Hongsheng finished his words, Wang Xiaoling, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, suddenly opened the door and vomited!

"It seems that you are really unlucky. You can encounter this kind of thing when you go to dinner!" Wang Xiaoxian lit a cigarette and got out of the car to take care of her sister. When they came back, Pan Hongsheng was gone.

He suddenly remembered something: his location was right in front of the hotel! And the glass in front of the hotel is semi-enclosed. Where did this man's head fly from?

According to the police's information, the man's body was found in the vip suite on the seventh floor, but there has been a new problem since then: is it killing people while cutting off his neck to make his head fly out of the window, or...

Suddenly, he had a hunch that the police were not willing to spend any effort on this kind of case, because there was no benefit but endless trouble and a lot of money to handle the case.

This is what the police and the police are most afraid of. After spending a huge amount of money to handle the case, it is useless. It's better to get some simple whoring. Prostitutes and other cases; both fines and achievements.

Pan Hongsheng came to the seventh floor of the hotel and saw that the 980vip room here had been blocked, but no one was guarded.

He checked in private and saw that there were cameras in the corridor here, but there was a dead corner of the camera, which was definitely not 'all over' as the police said.

Pan Hongsheng knew in his heart that this kind of camera is to make sure that the guests did not sneak away the things of the hotel, which is simply a scene.

He easily avoided the camera and went back to the room wearing gloves.

There was a strong smell of blood at the scene. The smell of blood was a little strange, which made Pan Hongsheng, who was used to this smell, feel a little pungent.

He seemed to feel that the bloody smell seemed to contain other flavors, an indescribable complex taste.

A white line is drawn at the scene to indicate the location of the victim's body, a few centimeters near the bed.

Looking at the direction of the other party lying underground, Pan Hongsheng always felt a little awkward.

Suddenly, his ears suddenly moved! There is someone in the room!

As soon as I came in, my attention was focused on the scene, I didn't notice a weak breath in the bathroom...

"Come out, or..."

Before he could say anything, the door of the bathroom opened!

A young man with a big waist stared at himself with round eyes, holding a pistol in his hand.

"Are you holding a police pistol? Are you a policeman? Pan Hongsheng was a little puzzled: "I'm surprised that there are still police who are interested in this kind of case!" Let me guess, is it the murderer who hired you to destroy the evidence?

"Shut up your stinky mouth! You have been arrested!" The tall young man immediately took out his handcuffs: "This is the scene of the murder. What are you doing?"

He saw that Pan Hongsheng was thin and not very tall, and whether he was carrying a weapon on his body. He was relieved and boldly came forward to handcuff him. Unexpectedly, Pan Hongsheng turned over and turned over in an instant, and the handcuffs turned him into magic!

"You!" The young man pointed his gun at Pan Hongsheng angrily: "You forgot the most critical point. I have a gun in my hand!"

"You also forgot the most critical point," Pan Hongsheng shook the magazine in his hand: "There are no bullets in your gun body, right? What can you do without the magazine?

He suddenly pulled out his gem dagger! The cold light instantly illuminated the whole dark hut!

"Kill me!" The young man closed his eyes and said, "But I want to tell you that I told my colleagues before I came here that you can't get rid of the guilt if you kill me!"

Pan Hongsheng smiled and suddenly stroked the dagger in his hand!

The gem dagger is extremely sharp, and the handcuffs are cut off directly!

The young man was stunned. Pan Hongsheng's technique was extremely exquisite, and the handcuffs were cut open by the brush, but his wrist was not damaged at all!

"Who the hell are you?" He stared at the other party warily. If he had another gun at this time, he would probably use it to aim at Pan Hongsheng.

Pan Hongsheng thought for a moment and calmly reported his identity: "I'm a national secret service officer. I happened to encounter this case by chance and felt a little interesting, so let's take a look at the scene."

"Oh! I remember it!" The young man patted his head: "Are you the one who reported the case? The unlucky guy who was hit by someone's head and broke the car?"

"In fact, my military rank is equivalent to the rank of major general. You should call me an officer, but you'd better not do that. I'm going crazy." Pan Hongsheng waved his hand and threw the magazine over: "Breath normally, and your heart is about to pop out."

The young man put away his firearms, but his brain was still a little insufficient: "You are really a national secret service. I remember that national secret service personnel can't question such a general case, right?"

"But I'm on vacation now, and I was hit by a car by a head, just before lunch. Tell me how bad I am? So don't mention this kind of in-depth question, let's start doing something, okay? It's useful. You came to survey the scene on your own initiative, didn't you? I don't think anyone will agree with the behavior. Pan Hongsheng nodded firmly: "You are against the turtle."

"Go to him. Mom. The tortoise! I just think this case is interesting, so I must investigate it to the end!" The young man said angrily, "Do you know? The officers actually asked us to give up the investigation! It is said that don't spend too much energy on dealing with headless cases, efficiency comes first!"

"If I did the same." Pan Hongsheng smiled and said, "He's right. If this kind of case is investigated by ordinary mediocrity, it is estimated that there will be no result in ten days and a half months... If you spend the same time to do other things, you will probably gain a lot..."

"But Mr. Pan, I can't confirm your identity with your words. Please take out your ID!" The young man suddenly stiffed his face: "I remember that I have studied the documents of the Secret Service. Everyone in the National Security Group will have a badge certificate. Since you say you are at the level of major general..."

Before he finished his sentence, Pan Hongsheng had already lit up the dragon-shaped badge!

This! Is it...