After a mile of rapid southward, Solan soon arrived at his destination. In front of the pier north of Union Lake Park, more than 20 old men who were practicing morning were gathering together, and several security guards kept crying. It seemed that the deceased should be lying there.

The police car quickly approached and honked his whistle regularly. When the onlookers saw the police coming, four or five people immediately came up. Solan got out of the car, took out the police badge and said, "Seattle Police Department, what happened here?"

"Mr. Police!"

A young security guard walked up quickly, with a sad face: "It's Benjamin! He's dead! He's dead so miserable!"

The security guard was obviously extremely sad, crying and acted like hugging Solan, but was stopped by another old man who came over. Solan frowned and said, "Take me to see the body, what is the identity of the deceased?"

"I am the old security guard of this museum. He has worked here for eight years..."

Listening to the old man's introduction, Solan squeezed out the crowds and came to the corpse on the ground.

The deceased was wearing a security uniform, and his name was written on the blood-stained breastplate, but the only basis for judging age was the old hand covered with blue veins. The deceased was tragic, with blood covering the entire uniform. At least six knife wounds could be seen, as if they were slapped by the sharp claws of a giant bear, and they were all at the vital point.

But this is by no means the most horrifying scene.

The deceased's head was completely lifted off, and even his brain was gone, perhaps it had sank to the bottom of the lake. Not only that, his face was even slashed. On a smooth, bloody surface, only a few holes were fixed to make people judge the position of their facial features.

"It's so terrible, Mr. Police Officer, what kind of cruel devil is he who can do such a case?"

"Benjamin...Woooo...He's a good person...Why is this happening...God..."

"Emma, ​​you are here, where is the heart-saving pill? Thank you...ah, don't go over, don't scare your child..."

The old man's lamenting sounds were everywhere around, and Solan felt even more chill. Such a cruel and artificial traces of death were obviously made by a perverted killer. Could it be that Seattle, which has always been famous for its livability, finally attracted murderers?

First of all, he was guessing from the profession, and then he looked at the corpse's head with his eyes. The incision of the brain was smooth, obviously along with the scars on his body, all of which were cut by sharp blades, but it was fine with a soft body. What kind of knives and strength could cut off the brain so simply?

Solan took a deep breath and said loudly: "The scene is now under the control of the Seattle Police Department. Now please stay away from the body immediately and save the scene. Thank you for your cooperation!"

After shouting this, he immediately asked about the place where the body was picked up. After learning that it was the dock directly in front, he immediately ran to observe.

However, unexpectedly, the heavy rain last night obviously destroyed most of the evidence. There was nothing obviously valuable except for a trace left by the corpse-catching site.

The witnesses around were obediently away, but would there be a murderer there? There are many precedents for the murderer to return to the crime scene, and many were to understand the police's investigation. Solan looked back from afar, but he did not see anyone as a spectator unless the real murderer's acting skills were really outstanding.

"This is Brave Six. It has arrived at the police site and confirmed as the 187th incident. Repeat, it has arrived at the police site and confirmed as the 187th incident. We are now requesting support from the crime scene investigation team. Please arrive at the scene quickly. Repeat, it is now requesting the crime scene investigation..."

Just as Solan was talking in a walkie-talker, a police car flashed a sirens and drove to the open space of the park. In the driver's seat was a sturdy man with a beard, and the passenger seat was a petite platinum-haired beauty with a ponytail and bangs. Sherry Harry, father and daughter.

Last night, Solan met Arya on the Elliott Bay Trail because of a phone call from Claude. He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if the old man had not had diarrhea at the time.

Since there were helpers to arrive, Solan and the others recognized their identity and quickly went to meet up. They sincerely hoped that Shirley would not vomit on the spot. The intern police officer was not an intern, and she was also a newcomer who had just arrived at the bureau yesterday. She wanted to bear such a miserable body suddenly, but she would have to be very brave.

As soon as Claude got out of the car, he shouted in the microphone: "All witnesses, please do not leave the scene!"

Shirley Harbour then walked out of the police car, his pretty face as young as 20 years old was nervous.

"Officer Adams, what is the deceased..."

Solan said seriously: "Be mentally prepared, we have encountered a murder case, and the deceased died miserably."

It was enough to say that this was enough. Shirley looked over Solan's shoulder and looked into the open space, then walked forward step by step. After a few steps, she could see the situation of the deceased. Sure enough, Solan sighed, Shirley covered her mouth and exclaimed, her white and tender face turned pale in an instant, and her whole body was trembling in place.

"Damn it, what the hell is this going on?"

Claude Harber intercepted some witnesses who were about to leave, turned around and complained: "Soran Adams, you'd better give me an explanation, why did you encounter these disgusting things on the first day you came to this city!?"

Solan sighed: "I'm asking myself that too."

"I'm not talking about this!" However, Claude was still shouting: "Just just now..."

"Don't argue..." Shirley was caught between the two, her face still pale, and she barely cheered up: "I'm a little confused now. How did the murderer do this effect?"

Solan was only the first to arrive at the scene after calling the police. In a moment, more police cars had arrived at the scene and blocked the entire entrance to the south of the park. The murderous nature of the case was just confirmed by Solan, and Union Lake is in the center of the city. The arrival of police cars will only be more and faster, and there is no second possibility.

"Looking at the cracks in the clothes carefully, they were traces of cutting sharp weapons. Our poor old security guard was stabbed with a knife." Solan pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "Then it was the face. This was not the motorcyclist who was driving at high speed who was intercepted and cut his head, but someone cut his entire face with a sharp weapon, so what we were looking for was a knife-wielding murderer, or any similar sharp weapon."

Claude muttered: "It's even more cruel than Jack the Ripper."

Solan nodded deeply and said, "Let's expect him to be a serial killer..."

A large number of police arrived, and the next time was the division of labor and cooperation, the on-site inquiry began immediately.

Solan and the other two immediately learned that the first person to find the body was the little security guard who was crying the most fiercely, and the one who almost threw himself into his arms when Solan got off the car. Poor Jack Bourbon, a young man who was waiting for the dead Benjamin like his father, today's fright and sadness will surely be unforgettable for him.

The people from the crime scene investigation team also arrived quickly. When they learned that it was a vicious murder, three urban off-road vehicles with "CSI" were roaring, followed by a corpse transport truck. Solan sighed inwardly, but unfortunately the body was salvaged from the lake this time. It rained heavily last night, and it was difficult for CSI to find any obvious traces.

At the same time, since it was the first scene that Solan arrived, the murder naturally fell on him. Although Claude was also a member of the murder group, he immediately claimed that he had booked another case before he left the house this morning.

"I'll just say you boy, you're a broom star!"

Claude was spraying with a big mouthful of spitting stars, his beard trembling wildly, which made people suspect that he was a Texas cowboy, but unfortunately he was not.

"Just before dawn this morning, someone found a floating corpse in Elliot Bay, which was so shattered that it was unreasonably broken. At that time, a group of seagulls surrounded it! There was a radio reporter at the scene, so it was stabbed into the media in less than half an hour!"

A loud noun reached Solan's ears, and his expression was lingering: "Eliot Bay? Are you sure?"

"That's right! Confirm! Elliot Bay!" Seeing that the scene had been controlled by CSI, Claude saved his leisure and started to fire at Solan angrily: "I asked you to go and see me last night, but you have nothing to report! And God's grandma, my baby daughter hung up the phone specifically to you! Damn, this is your report result!? What the fuck is that everything is normal!?"

This is indeed the result of his report. Solan looked mute and ate Coptis chinensis. No wonder the old boy shouted at his first sentence this morning. The relationship really has something to do with his words.
Chapter completed!