Chapter 1276: Bloody Game (6)

Waking up from sleep, Kadar Stewart stretched, only feeling refreshed, and yesterday's fatigue had disappeared without a trace.

He exerted force on his waist, and bounced up from the bed like a carp.

Kadar laughed twice, then bent down, quickly did 50 push-ups, then rubbed his slightly swollen upper arms, picked up his pistol naked, checked the magazine with a click, and turned into the bathroom.

The rushing hot water poured from head to toe, making Kadar sigh long, and his mind recalled his father's repentance before he died.

It's a pity, even if it's his own father, he can only die once.

Kadar laughed out loud with a little regret.

Turning off the water, wiping his body, Kadar specifically washed his legs and feet clean, so as not to be stained with blood.

After the two killed people yesterday, they re-positioned the corpses. This was an inexperienced operation, so that both of them had blood stains splashed on their legs and feet. Next time, Kadar wouldn't do this.

"Ismail!" Kadar went out and shouted at the bedroom opposite.

The tall and strong Ismail seemed to be frightened, and ran out with a gun, crawling and rolling.

Kadar laughed loudly: "Time to go out. You guy, you killed two people yesterday, and today you're still a coward."

Ismail woke up like a dream, exhaled a turbid breath, was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I dreamed that I was discovered."

"If you're discovered, just kill them. What are you afraid of?" Kadar patted the gun at his waist and said: "With our equipment, we can kill through a few police officers."

"Police also have guns," Ismail said.

"They don't dare to fight for their lives with us. Why would police earning a salary hold a gun and shoot at us? Don't think police are very powerful. When I was at home, the police who came to find my old man were all humble," Kadar said with disdain.

Ismail looked for clothes slowly, and looked at Kadar again: "As a result, you still killed your dad?"

"Police are humble to him, doesn't mean I have to be humble to him," Kadar emphasized: "So, this proves we are stronger than the police."

"Whatever," Ismail naturally wouldn't argue on this topic.

"You wash clean, let's go find a car in a while, don't let people see the blood on your body," Kadar arranged, and turned on the TV, starting to look for news channels.

Ismail went to take a bath silently. His emotions weren't as excited as Kadar's, more of worry and fear, as well as at a loss, and of course, a trace of pleasure.

He had a father similar to Kadar, just not as high a position as Senator Stewart, not as much money as Senator Stewart, and didn't live as long as Senator Stewart—a few years ago, Ismail's father passed away, which made him unable to kill his father with his own hands.

Thanks to Kadar, allowing him to shoot Senator Stewart to death, he partially satisfied his fantasy.

Ismail came out with a wet head, and Kadar was watching TV intently.

"News about catching us," Kadar glanced at Ismail, then threw a pillow towel to him: "Wipe your head dry. If you catch a cold on the road, I can't take care of you."

"Got it. How are they planning to catch us?" Ismail asked while wiping his head, his emotions already calmed down.

"Someone said they saw us on the road, and now they are searching along the road. Just right, I was planning to change direction," Kadar only treated this as a game, and became more excited as he spoke.

Ismail said helplessly: "Change what direction? Where to find a car?"

"Too many ways. We have guns in our hands, we are gods!" Kadar said, took out his gun, biu-biu twice in the void, and said: "Two ways. In a while, go to the village in front, see whose house has a car, go in and stab them to death, lock the door, and drive the car away. Second, if you can't find a family to kill in the village, we'll walk on the small road in front of the village, walk forward for a while, use tree branches or something to block the road, and when a passing car stops, bend over and go over, bang a shot, and the car will be ours."

"This method of yours..." Ismail's mind was still thinking about buying or renting a car, never thinking that Kadar's thinking was full of killing.

But it must be said that based on their current experience, killing was indeed a very direct way to solve problems.

It seemed that all things could be solved by killing.

"Then continue killing," Ismail's emotions also rose, turned and pulled out his Mad Dog knife, looked at the blade against the sun, and said: "I don't even need a gun, just use this knife, and I can kill all the way to Bincheng."

"Um, Dama is a small place, with a population of only 30 million. After we smuggle abroad, that's when we truly shock the world," Kadar imagined a beautiful future, his mind full of manga, novels, and TV dramas he had seen.

Packed up.

Kadar and Ismail turned on the air conditioning, locked the courtyard gate, and walked into the village along the small road.

The residents here lived relatively loosely, and only in the central area were there a dozen houses close together. Kadar and Ismail naturally wouldn't go deep into the center of the village, just finding a three-story building similar to yesterday's on the outside.

Yesterday's killing was quite smooth. Since that was the case, Kadar wanted to copy it again.

"Is anyone there?" Kadar targeted an old Toyota parked in the yard, with a smile on his face.

There was no response in the room for a long time.

"Is anyone there?" Ismail shouted louder.

There was no movement in the yard.

"Climb in?" The courtyard wall in front of Ismail was only half a person high. After going in, knocking on the glass or prying the door would allow them to enter the building.

"Forget it, not necessarily able to find the key," Kadar felt a bit dangerous. This place was closer to the village than the yard they lived in yesterday, and it was easier to alarm others. They didn't know how to pick locks, and entering could only rely on destruction. Maybe in the process of looking for the key, they would be blocked inside by people in the village.

Ismail always listened to Kadar, didn't talk nonsense, followed Kadar back to the small road, and then walked forward all the way.

After walking not far, they met a person, curiously looking at the two.

Ismail and Kadar's psychological quality had been trained, just nodded and smiled, pretending to be backpackers, and the two sides crossed and left.

After walking another hundred meters, Ismail suddenly smiled and said: "I thought you would kill that person."

"Dump the corpse on the road? This is too close to the village. It won't take long for people to pass by, and using a gun is easy to attract people. If you use a knife, it's not easy to handle the blood on the ground," Kadar analyzed very seriously.

Ismail listened very seriously, and actively discussed with Kadar: "Then what about the corpses of the cars we block next?"

"We walk forward for two kilometers, find a rotten wood in a place without a village nearby, and put it on the road, so it's not conspicuous. We squat on the side of the road, just like the first time we killed. Knife killing or gun killing is fine. You can let people stand on the side of the road, back to us, and then stab them to death."

"Then you can let the driver help move the tree. We use a gun to force him to move the tree on the road himself."

"Can, good method."

"If there are many people, find a reason to kill one, and then let the other two move the corpse." Ismail, 1.8 meters tall, began to stand on the high ground of IQ.

Kadar laughed, shook his head and said: "Don't think so much, just do it. Don't expect these people to cooperate. Among the people killed these days, who has volunteered to cooperate? Even that dog yesterday didn't want to cooperate."

Ismail laughed loudly: "That dog was indeed hard to kill, almost bit me."

Evening.

Police cars with sirens lined up in a long line, parked on the side of the road.

Jiang Yuan and Mu Zhiyang and others, under the guidance of local police officers, walked into the courtyard of a three-story building.

"This is the first corpse we found," the local police officer indicated the location with a heavy face.

Jiang Yuan held the investigation light himself, shone on his feet, and walked slowly into the house.

This was a female corpse in her 20s, stabbed in the back, and her throat was also cut open. The turned-up skin was yellow and white under the light, a bit terrifying.

There was a large amount of blood on the ground, a pool of blood under the corpse, blood drops and splashes in front of the corpse, and blood footprints near the door.

Shined with the investigation light again, one could also see a large number of messy footprints made of dust.

Standing in the room for a while, Jiang Yuan completed the preliminary reconstruction of the crime scene.

He didn't rush to speak, signaled the accompanying Dama technicians to take photos and extract traces, and went to find other rooms himself.

The scene where the old woman was killed and the scene where the child was killed were in two places. Even if he had seen many crime scenes, such a straightforward and cruel criminal method still made Jiang Yuan's heart unable to calm down.

Jiang Yuan could only ask for a tape measure and relieve himself by measuring the scene.

Zhong Renlong followed Jiang Yuan all the way, and his eyes were sore. Seeing Jiang Yuan measure the dimensions of two rooms, he couldn't help but ask: "Can you determine the killer? Is it those two boys?"

Although there were eyewitnesses, as everyone knows, the instability of eyewitnesses is very high. Criminal police will use eyewitnesses to identify suspects, but they are unwilling to rely solely on the testimony of eyewitnesses to investigate cases.

Jiang Yuan knew what Zhong Renlong meant and said directly: "80% is these two people. There were two killers at the scene. The height of the killer who killed the young female victim is about 1.7 meters, and the murder weapon used is similar to the murder weapon in the previous two cases. The killer who killed the elderly female victim is taller, about 1.8 meters."

"Kadar killed the young woman, Ismail killed the elderly woman?" Zhong Renlong paused and asked: "What about the child?"

"Ismail's knife," Jiang Yuan's tool trace inspection was LV6, and he didn't need to go back to make a mold to judge it.

"These two beasts!"

"These two people even slept in the house for a night. They slept in two bedrooms, there were water stains in the bathroom, and the towels weren't dry. The killer should have taken a bath this morning, and the killing time was yesterday," Jiang Yuan's tone gradually became calm: "This explains a problem and raises a problem."

"What?"

"They killed just to rest. Why do they need such luxurious rest?" Jiang Yuan said the killer's motive, and asked again.

Zhong Renlong gritted his teeth and said: "Isn't it because they are cruel by nature?"

"The purpose of the escape must be very clear," Jiang Yuan said, and added: "Resting and recuperating must be for better action. What kind of action requires a good sleep?"

Jiang Yuan said, looking at Liu Jinghui.

Zhong Renlong answered first: "Could it be to do another job, kill again?"

Liu Jinghui shook his head slightly: "For these two people, killing is no longer the purpose, just a process, just like the bloody case in front of us. For such two people, resting and recuperating is either to run away, or for love and hatred."

"Revenge?" Zhong Renlong's eyes lit up: "I remember the Stewart family is making a fuss about the inheritance. Stewart Senator has several children. Kadar Stewart shouldn't get much. Will he retaliate against relatives because of this?"

"Possible," Liu Jinghui nodded, and emphasized: "Even if they don't take retaliatory measures, for the convenience of running away, he obviously doesn't care about killing. Two underage criminals who don't care about killing are very dangerous."

Zhong Renlong was stunned.

"I suggest taking a more radical plan. Can't run behind their butts anymore. We are already half a day behind them. If this continues, it is very likely that people will continue to die..." Liu Jinghui said, looking at Jiang Yuan.

Zhong Renlong's brows twisted: "What kind of radical plan?"

Liu Jinghui looked at Jiang Yuan, and then slowly said: "I suggest strictly sealing off all airports and ports nearby, setting up checkpoints on all routes, issuing wanted notices for the two, and widely distributing the wanted photos of the two. At the very least, don't let them act so freely."

"All airports and ports nearby?" Zhong Renlong was startled and hurriedly said: "This scale is too large, and Dama's coastline is very long, and the situation in each state is different..."

"In this way, I will introduce you to a money-saving and labor-saving plan," Jiang Yuan became impatient. It's different from handling cases usually. If it's a little slower, the killer will run out of the country directly, and it might be impossible to find them for a lifetime. So he had to use strong medicine.

"You say," Zhong Renlong breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Jiang Yuan had a way, he wouldn't be anxious.

Jiang Yuan turned his head directly to Liu Jinghui and said: "Please ask Section Chief Xu to come over."

"Decided?" Liu Jinghui's eyes drifted to Zhong Renlong.

"Decided," Jiang Yuan didn't have the slightest hesitation and said: "Say a thousand and ten thousand, they just want the result. Everyone wants the result. We control the process."

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