Yunhe District, the Office Building of the Crime Team.

The old sheriff with gray hair stared at his subordinate sitting opposite the desk, with a bad look on his face.

"Sorry, Team Zhou, this time I was improper in command, and I voluntarily assumed all the responsibility."

The detective in his thirties was like a child who made a mistake in front of the chief, nervous and uneasy.

The old sheriff lit a cigarette, threw another one for his subordinates, and asked, "Are you sure the suspect jumped from the fourth floor? I have been to the exhibition center several times. The fourth floor there is about the height of the seventh and eighth floors of the residential building. If you jump from such a high place, can you run?"

"It can not only run, but also run fast." The detective focused his head with a firm tone. "When we chased into the exhibition center, we divided into three teams, one team set up controls downstairs, one team controlled the situation in the exhibition hall, and another team caught up with the stairs. I was in the exhibition hall at that time. According to Xiao Liu and the others' description, the suspect was blocked on the fourth floor by them... I, I will come by myself, I have a fire."

The detective waved his hands repeatedly, not daring to let the chief lit a cigarette for him. After lighting the cigarette, he recalled a little and continued: "After finding that he was double-teamed on both sides, the suspect directly broke the glass and jumped off the building. He jumped downstairs and happened to meet his colleague who was under control downstairs. They were also shocked. The newcomer in the team just came to the team, Xiao Tao, the first-place shooting score in the police academy. After the warning was invalid, he fired four shots and shot one."

"Jumped off from a height of the seventh and eighth floors, and then shot, and finally ran away?" The old sheriff frowned deeply, his eyebrows were about to get together, and the folds between the eyebrows were so deep that they could kill the flying insects.

The detective smiled bitterly: "I didn't exaggerate, it was like this at that time. He ran very fast. From the video of the law enforcement recorder, his 100-meter sprint speed broke the Olympic world record."

Then, he opened the file bag on his desk and took out a photo: "This is the warhead that Xiao Tao hit him and has been sent to the appraisal center."

The old sheriff put on reading glasses, stared at the seriously deformed bullet in the photo for a while, and asked, "The suspect has a bulletproof vest?"

The detective shook his head: "I don't know, Xiao Tao is closest to him. Xiao Tao said he was dressed very thinly, not like he was wearing a bulletproof vest."

The old sheriff thought for a while and picked up the landline microphone: "Hey, consultant Ma Baoguoma... Hey, consultant Ma, please come to my office. I have something to ask you."

A few minutes later, the horse consultant wearing a regular suit walked into the office.

The old sheriff explained the situation to him concisely, and then asked: "Consultant Ma, what do you think?"

Consultant Ma pondered for a long time and said slowly: "There are not many people who can do this from the fourth floor of the exhibition center and quickly escape from the scene. But there are not many people who know only. As for this warhead... I think it must be the policeman who fired the gun mistakenly. The suspect must have worn bulletproof vests. No one in this world can block bullets with his body. There is absolutely no one. Even if he practices the body-protecting hard skills to the extreme, he cannot block bullets."

"Mr. Yu, either?" the detective interjected.

Consul Ma glanced at him and shook his head and said, "If you really want to say it, I think no matter how accurate the marksman is, it is impossible to hit him. But if you really hit him, then...ah, I can't say that the realm of the Sword Saint is not something that ordinary people like me can guess."

The office fell silent, and the three of them had their own thoughts in the smoke.

After Consultant Ma left, the old sheriff took out a document and examined the suspect's personal information.

Name: Lian Hong.

Gender: Male.

Nation: Han.

Age: 28 years old.

Marriage status: unmarried.

Political appearance: the masses.

Household address: No. 6, Floor 12, Unit 2, No. 66, Fukang North Road, Bailong District, Nandu City, Jizhou Province.

Height: 183cm.

Weight: 72KG.

Working unit: unemployed.

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"Are there any other clues?" asked the old sheriff.

The detective nodded and took out a few photos from the file bag.

"Liang Hong graduated from Nanyang University High School. After failing the college entrance examination, he joined a factory under Anketong Electronics Co., Ltd. three years ago, he was deceived by a black intermediary and sent to a war-torn country in the Third World to work as a chef for a group of guerrillas. He returned to China a year ago, but he has not found a job since he returned to China."

"Twenty-three days ago, Lian Hong bought a one-way air ticket with his ID card. The destination was Ruiping City, which was close to the border. Nineteen days ago, he returned to Nandu and attacked his family."

"According to his family's description, he felt like he had changed his personality and became very strange after returning to Nandu, so they sent him to a mental hospital for treatment. After running out of the mental hospital, Lian Hong rented a private house in Wolongyuan Community. We found these notes and ritual props there. Judging from these discoveries, he was extremely obsessed with Western vampire myths."

"Vampire, blood donation car..." The old sheriff pondered for a moment and made a decision, "Check his consumption records and bank statements after returning to China, see what he has done in the past year, who are common, where he often goes, and then organize a detailed report to me."

"Do you want to report?" the detective asked.

The old sheriff waved his hand and did not answer.

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In the dim old alley, a man walked like a flying man, and in the blink of an eye passed through the narrow corridor and entered a brick and tile house with the words "demolition" written on the exterior wall.

After entering the house, the man opened the refrigerator, took out a bag of dark red plasma, and tilted his head to drink.

After drinking a bag of plasma, he sighed with satisfaction and threw the blood collection bag into the trash can at his feet.

"Buzzing--"

There are countless flies flying out of the trash can full of blood-collecting bags.

The man waved his hand indifferently, drove away a few flies that flew in front of him, then took off his shirt and walked to the mirror. The mirror immediately reflected a charming red color, because below his neck, the entire upper body was covered with a translucent light red substance similar to a film.

At the deltoid muscle of his right arm, there was a hole in the light red film covering the surface of his body. The hole was about the size of a pentagon coin, and the edges were mixed with irregular cracks, which looked like a bullet hole left by a bullet piercing through the glass.

The man stared at the hole for a while, first cursed with gritted teeth, then showed a smug smile and muttered to himself in the mirror.

"A mere 9mm caliber small pistol, slam."

"A few pieces, a few scoops."

"I really want to kill them all... How can the refrigerated plasma compare to fresh, warm blood..."

"No, no, I can't kill people. I'm not strong enough. I need more blood."

"I don't know what level I am now? Baron, Viscount, Earl, or Marquis? Hiss, maybe I am the duke, no, maybe I may be the prince, or even the ancestor. After all, I have been searching for so many years before, but I have never found any evidence of the real existence of the blood clan. Maybe I am the only blood clan on earth, the ancestor Lian Hong, hahahahahahahahahahahahaha--"

After a few strange laughs, the man's face suddenly became gloomy. He stared at his face in the mirror and muttered to himself: "This face cannot be used anymore."

Then he grabbed a knife and cut deep along the hairline.

"Tick"

"Tick"

"Pu"
Chapter completed!