Chapter 202

With a bang, Smith kicked the door open. Wick held up his gun and watched carefully for a moment before he walked in cautiously.

"Safe!"

After carefully searching all the rooms, they determined that there was no one before they put down their guns.

Still holding the poor broken window hammer, scoff carefully put his head in: "I said, two big brothers, what are we looking for?"

"Some basic information."

Smith opened the wardrobe. There was only a set of black suits and white shirts in the wardrobe, and there were no other clothes.

Wick checked other places. Most of the drawers were empty, but he found a folded document in the interlayer of a drawer in the living room.

Open it. This is a subway timetable. Although the date and time are not indicated on it, the paper has turned yellow. I also know that this timetable has been here for quite a few years.

"What does it say?"

Smith and scoff came together. Wick frowned and said, "nothing, just circle a few dates."

Looking at the series of circles on the timetable, Smith snorted, "it's not just a few. Look at the arrangement of these small days. It's all year round."

Scoff bared his teeth and said, "is this the timetable for them to kill?"

"It's possible," said wick with a sigh, "if that's the case, I'm afraid the terrible massacre last night has been going on for many years."

Scoff "ha" slapped: "I'll say someone inside the police is in collusion with them. How can such a terrible serial homicide be hidden for so long if no one helps cover it up. "

Smith nodded: "although I don't like the boy's surprise, I have to admit that what he said just now is right. Don't talk about the police now. NIA is unreliable. "

"But I think of someone who should be reliable."

Wick and Smith looked at each other. Although wick didn't say his name, Smith knew who he meant.

Smith shrugged. "I don't know the guy's contact information."

Wick took out his mobile phone, but found that it had been turned off automatically because it had not been charged for a day and a night. He sighed and looked at scoff. "Do you have to have that man's phone?"

Scoff was stunned: "who?"

"Special agent NIA, Sharon."

"Ah? He gave me my business card. " Scoff subconsciously touched his pocket and suddenly regretted patting his thigh. "It's broken. I came out of the police station that day and threw away his business card in a rage."

"Why?"

"Er... It's not because I called the police. The female police officer didn't listen at all, so I got angry when I was anxious..."

"There's something wrong with your brain," Smith opened his incredible eyes. "Why throw that guy's business card?"

"Just... When the mood came, his hands trembled..." scoff scratched his head, suddenly reacted and stared at Smith, "no, I listen to you. You should know Sharon, too. Why didn't you leave his contact number?"

Smith felt his nose awkwardly and turned to one side.

He refused to answer the question.

Wick said helplessly, "what should we do? We can't go directly to his house to find him?"

Smith raised his eyebrow: "do you know where he lives?"

Wick shrugged. "I told you, work contacts."

Scoff frowned and said, "it's not good for us to rush to the door like this. After all, we don't have substantive evidence in our hands. Will he believe what we say?"

Smith rubbed his chin. "It's hard to say. According to my observation, the boy is extremely cunning. When we show up like this, he absolutely suspects it's a trap."

Well, our Mr. Smith was fooled by his cleverness.

Wick frowned and said, "in that case, I don't have to charge my mobile phone and contact him again."

Scoff said pitifully, "what shall we do now?"

"What else can we do? Go home and find your mother." Smith stretched out and said, "after tossing for a long time, he neither confirmed the identity of the other party nor found a way to destroy the other party. What else can I do if I don't go home now? Do you still want to go back to the subway station? "

The three people recalled the thrilling picture last night, shivered and shook their heads quickly.

"Well, let's go, let's go..." Smith waved his hands. "By the way, clean the scene and don't leave any clues."

Wick pointed to the door broken by Smith and didn't speak.

Smith blinked and suddenly kicked the seat next to him: "just make it a burglary."

As the saying goes, no coincidence makes a book.

After the three of wick walked for half an hour, Sharon and Tina drove to the, and the two sides were staggered.

So what appeared in front of Sharon was the open door and the room turned upside down.

So wick, Smith and scoff have to suffer more.

Two flowers, one for each.

Let's say that Steve's girlfriend Maya is calling her best friend Susan, the gallery owner, in Steve's shack at this time: "... Don't worry, I've trained him and promised to let him work honestly, but I'll tell you one thing... Really, those two handsome guys are super handsome..."

At this time, there was a knock at the door. Maya got up and walked to the door. She smiled and said, "wait, someone knocked at the door. It's estimated that they will come... You don't believe it. When I take a group photo with them, you can't close your legs... OK, if you're not poor, I'll hang up first."

Hang up here. Maya reached out and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a tall, burly man in a black suit.

Maya frowned, "who are you looking for?"

The man did not speak, but reached out and pulled out a big hammer from behind.

In the Viggo building, Helen sat uneasily at her desk, her fingers unconsciously tapping on the keyboard.

Her female boss passed by, saw her look, frowned, stopped and asked, "are you feeling unwell or anything else?"

"Sorry," Helen said nervously, "I haven't been able to get in touch with my fiance since last night, so I'm a little worried."

The female boss said seriously, "since your mind is not on work, please take leave to go back."

"No, I was just a little distracted. Next, I'll focus on my work."

"No, Helen, I'm serious." The female boss leaned over and whispered, "the atmosphere in the company has become more and more tense recently. The chairman has fired several people. If he sees you in this state, he will lose his temper. So listen to me, Helen. Go back and have a good rest today. Do you understand? "

Helen sighed and nodded, "I see. Then... I'll go back first. Thank you!"

The female boss patted Helen on the shoulder and sighed silently. She was going to meet the chairman of Viggo who was more and more in a bad mood recently.

Helen hurried out of the elevator and into the underground parking lot under the building. Just in the elevator, she called wick again and still couldn't get through.

"It's all right. He had this situation before. He suddenly lost contact for several days. It doesn't matter!"

Although she said so, Helen still felt frightened for some reason. It seemed that something bad was about to happen.

Helen got into her car, just fastened her seat belt and was ready to start. Suddenly, a hand wearing black gloves slipped out of the back seat and covered her mouth and nose.