Chapter 399

This case is special, and it is difficult to find clues by normal methods, so Baron thought of "Fishing law enforcement".

A police officer dressed as a tramp successfully sneaks into the temporary residence provided by the circus. The next step is to wait. If Laszlo Valentine really has a problem, he will never miss such a good opportunity.

The waiting time was long. Baron and several of his men hid in a nearby building to smoke, and watched the circus through infrared telescopes.

Unconsciously, the time came to two o'clock in the morning, brooding on the sofa to rest belong was woken up by his hands.

"Captain, there's a situation."

Belon quickly got up, picked up the telescope to observe. Outside the tent where the tramp lived, lazlo Valentine, the head of the circus, seemed to be distributing food with a bag. After a while, several tramps got out of the tent, ran to the van and said something to Valentine. Then they boarded the van and left the circus.

"There's a problem!"

With a cold snort, Baron beckoned his men to get on the bus, far behind.

Tonight, they're going to take personal gains.

All the way East, through the most chaotic crime lane and boiler area, the truck still didn't stop when it reached the outskirts of the city.

Belon didn't dare to follow too closely. He ordered his men to keep a long distance to avoid being noticed by the other party. Unexpectedly, when he crossed the overpass, a big truck suddenly appeared in front of him, crossing the middle of the road in a strange way.

"What's the matter? Who parked here? "

In charge of driving, the police hesitated, "Captain, the truck seems to be coming across."

"Sideways?"

Belon was stunned for a second, and instantly became angry, "what are you talking about? You think it's a crab

How many people ran to the front of the truck and found that there was no one in the driver's seat and the truck could move without the driver?

The strange scene made everyone feel angry. A policeman swallowed his breath and said in a low voice,

"it can't be a ghost!"

In a word, the air is a bit cold.

Baron glared at his men. At this time, he was still in the mood to joke. "Forget the truck. The case matters. Carrick is still in the truck. If you lose him, you will be in danger."

They all nodded.

This road doesn't work. People have to go back and take the overpass next to them. It's a waste of time this time. Unfortunately, the strange things are far from over.

As soon as the police car retreated to the middle of the bridge, the tire burst.

Belon was angry and helpless, so he had to call the nearby branch and ask them to send a car.

December's Gotham is frightfully cold. People huddle in the police car, looking at the distant sea, silent.

"I hope Carrick will hold on a little longer."

……

The van with the tramps went through the suburbs to a shabby slaughterhouse.

Laszlo Valentine opened the car door and called the tramp into the room to drink. A few bottles of whisky went down and the atmosphere became strong.

Valentine wanders around all the year round and has extraordinary experience. Several stories are very popular. He goes to the kitchen to prepare good food and wine and entertain guests as much as possible.

A series of practices perfectly show the hospitality side.

Even the undercover policeman, Carrick, was puzzled. Could such a person be a kidnapper?

Is the FBI looking for the wrong person.

There are more and more empty wine bottles. The tramps can't stop the attack of alcohol. One by one, they fall to the ground. Valentine's face is red, but his eyes are very excited. His eyes are round, and he can see the flame burning.

Carrick couldn't bear it. After the last whisky, he fell on the sofa and fell asleep.

Everyone was drunk, only Valentine sat there, grabbed a bit of steak, put it into his mouth and bit it. Blood spilled from the meat and splashed all over his face.

He sat in front of the fireplace, the fire lit up the fat face, and his round eyes showed endless greed and desire.

After eating and drinking, Valentine took the key and went to the cellar behind the slaughterhouse.

The stink of blood makes people vomit.

Valentine enjoyed the smell very much, took a deep breath, opened his whole body and mind, and couldn't help leaking a happy smile.

Walking down the cellar, there are rows of pork hanging up at first. The more you get to the back, the less pork there is. On the hook, there is a "insect pupa" sealed by a plastic bag.

Hair, bones and blood were scattered on the ground.

There is an iron door in the deepest part of the cellar. Behind the iron door is the slaughterhouse. Valentine takes off his fur coat, puts on his bloody apron, opens the cupboard, and takes out an ugly, weird pig head mask made of human skin.

Wearing a mask, Valentine seemed to be a different person, and his whole body was full of ferocity and cruelty.

He went to the mirror and gazed at the pig's face in the mirror. His mouth cracked and he showed a cannibal smile.

"what's the difference between a man and a pig?""Look at them, how delicious they are, Jijijiji!"

Valentine grinned strangely, picked up the machete on the table and put it around his neck,

"people are no different from pigs, killing is killing pigs."

"I didn't expect that there are people like you in the world."

A strange voice came from behind, and Valentine's face changed. "Who, who's there."

Bang!

The iron door was kicked open. Under the flickering light, a woman in Nightingale mask and brown tight armor came in.

"Laszlo Valentine, you're a damn animal."

"Another boring guy."

Valentine snorted coldly, put out his tongue and licked it on the back of the knife. He looked at the visitors impatiently. The more he looked at the smile on his face, the deeper he was. Finally, he couldn't help shouting,

"perfect, perfect."

"Your body is perfect. Your thighs are tight, your legs are straight, your hips are high, your chest is round, your shoulders are tight Gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, Gee!!!! After a rigorous exercise of saturated muscle, rich in muscle fibers, but not dry

"Your meat must smell good in handcuffs."

Boom!

The roof burst open, a figure fell from the sky, a foot kicked in Valentine's stomach, the air waves visible to the naked eye, Valentine's stomach depression, the whole person into a 150 degree fold, in a burst of crackling sound, such as the bat hit the ball, straight fly out.

Bang!

A human figure appeared on the wall, and the flesh and blood fell down along the gap, mixed with the broken pig head mask.

"Dead."

Barbara opened her mouth wide in amazement, and then cheered angrily,

"it's not like I've agreed to wait outside. I'll take care of this."

Linda snorted angrily,

"if this pig wants to eat your meat, you can bear it."

"But..."

Barbara opened her hand and looked helpless. "The case can't be handled like this. It's too hasty. He should be punished. He should be punished by the law, not us."