MTL - Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 1006 (two)

The patrolman walked into the living room and looked around.

The surrounding furnishings are the same, there are paintings and photos on the walls, household items are piled up casually next to the lockers, and there are vases in the corners. The flowers are a little wilted, but it does not affect the overall beauty of the flower arrangement.

Generally speaking, it is elegant and warm, with a strong sense of home, and Mo Sen, who is dressed in pajamas and has a relaxed expression, does not seem so out of place here.

The patrolman found nothing special that needed attention, and his doubts were slightly reduced.

"By the way, there is something I want to ask."

He turned his head and confirmed with Mo Sen, "What's going on in the yard?"

"What?" Mo Sen looked blank.

"Ah, that's right..." The patrolman looked towards the flower garden, "There is a place that feels like it has been excavated. Have you done any gardening work recently?"

Mo Sen seemed to think about it for a while, and said, "I don't know."

"Mr. Zhang, when did you live with your brother? Has that land been dug before?"

Mo Sen still said, "I don't know."

The patrolman became more and more suspicious, he turned around tentatively, observed Mo Sen's expression and said:

"That's right. In a townhouse like this, it often happens that the owner is away from home for a short period of time because of travel or work, and there are homeless people coming in to stay..."

Mo Sen looked at the patrolman in a daze, but didn't respond.

"...There are also cases where cats and dogs who were fostered in pet shops were homesick and ran back secretly, only to be caught and killed by these uninvited 'guests'."

The patrolman continued, implying, "Last month, we received a case where a homeless man buried his pet dog in the yard."

"Oh." Mo Sen still didn't understand the situation, "...Thank you for your hard work."

Seeing him seeming to be embarrassed but politely uttering a scene, the patrolman was even more confused.

"Uh, so, I kind of mind the place you just mentioned, can we investigate later?"

The patrolman made amends for his temptation just now.

In order not to make himself less aggressive, he uttered this question in a chatty tone, and turned his body to look casually.

"Oh, yes." Mo Sen responded vaguely and yawned from behind.

Am I really thinking too much?

The patrolman was a little inexplicable, and then walked deep into the house.

He looked up and down habitually, and he paused for a second when he glanced over the kitchen before noticing something in his peripheral vision, his eyes froze slightly after being dazed.

Those were two large-sized white plastic bags, which were bulging and knotted, lying limply on the ground, with dark red blood clogged inside, those who didn't know it thought it was fresh **** raw meat.

But even if a live pig is killed, will someone pretend to be such a big bag?

The patrolman turned around in astonishment, and Mo Sen's figure suddenly enlarged in his field of vision. The man who was standing a few meters away just now didn't say a word. He rushed up in a few steps, pulled out a kitchen knife from behind with his right hand, grabbed the policeman's collar with his left hand, and stabbed the policeman's lower abdomen with the tip of the knife.

The attack came so suddenly that the policeman felt pain and quickly grabbed Mo Sen's right wrist, desperately trying to keep the murder weapon away from him.

"Uh-uh-!"

The two are wrestling, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com may use "tear it back and forth" to describe it more appropriately. Both the patrolman and Mo Sen had hideous and ugly expressions, their faces were flushed from the suffocation, and their facial features were distorted and flying around. The scene is not a "fight" at all, there is no tactical thinking, no martial arts moves, and it can be summed up with only one sentence: "Mo Sen wants to stab the policeman, and the policeman tried his best to stop him".

"Ugh—!"

The patrolman, who was fighting Mo Sen head-on, seized the opportunity and suddenly exerted force. With a loud sound of falling to the ground, the thin Mo Sen fell into a mess. The kitchen knife dropped from his hand and slid a short distance on the clean floor.

Have the opportunity!

Colton and others outside the screen held their breath.

Is it sent out?

—

It seems to be fine, so there is no need to wait tonight, the update will drop randomly, and it will be fine until tomorrow afternoon.

(end of this chapter)