Chapter 230 Suspect
After separating from his wife, Freese immediately rushed to the innermost cottage in the backyard of the Osborne family's mansion. Although the place where Louisa and Milo lived was the most remote in the mansion, the living environment was actually not bad at all.
This house was originally just a small wooden house, but now it has become a beautiful small villa.
Moreover, even when it was a log cabin at the beginning, the house was equipped with heating, so it could be kept warm in the winter and cool in the summer. There was absolutely no problem with the accommodation conditions.
The only problem is people.
It is precisely this unsolvable problem that makes any exquisite material enjoyment meaningless... or indifferent.
Freese ran into the house and searched around. He saw Milo reading a book in the study. Milo was sitting in a wheelchair, with golden hair almost touching his shoulders. He rarely cut his hair and was thin and frail, so he looked delicate and feminine. People who met him for the first time always mistook him for a girl.
Milo heard footsteps, put down the book in his hand and turned to look at the door.
"dad?"
His voice didn't sound masculine, and although he was obviously not young, it sounded very childish.
Freese was stunned when he saw Milo's red eyes, and asked hurriedly, "Where's your mother?"
"I'm here."
The voice came from behind, and a woman in an apron also walked into the study. She carefully observed Freese's expression and asked softly, "What happened again?"
"Flora has taken Lance hostage and wants to exchange him for you and Milo," Freese said.
Louisa's face suddenly turned pale, her hands tightly grasped her apron, and she asked in panic: "Then, what should we do!"
"It's not all bad. My father has agreed to part of Flora's request. He is willing to send Milo over in exchange for Lance."
Beside them, Milo's expression changed slightly when he heard these words. He gently rocked the wheels of his wheelchair with both hands and moved closer to the two of them, wanting to hear more clearly.
"So... can I go to my sister's place?" Milo asked.
Freese looked at Lance and nodded gently: "Yes, Dongyang Island is the origin of spiritual salt. If you go there, even if your condition worsens, you will save a lot of money by buying Grade A spiritual salt.
Don't worry, this is actually a good thing. Don't worry about the funding issue. I will find a way to send you money regularly."
Louisa, who was standing next to him, burst into tears after hearing this. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed slightly: "That's great, she did it! She did it!"
Freese sighed, hugged the other person gently, and said gently and comfortingly: "Yes, it was a bit messy, but she did it."
The cell phone in his pocket rang, and Freese let go of Louisa and took out his phone to answer it.
"Freese, I've changed my mind." Freese heard these words as soon as the call was connected.
The words from his father made Freese feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. In an instant, many speculations flashed through his mind.
He wanted to ask for clarification, but he was silent for a long time, and finally just asked "Why?"
"The Osborn family cannot be threatened by her." Enoch said.
The other end of the phone hung up again. Milo next to him seemed to notice the change in the situation and asked, "Can't I go?"
Freese was stunned and nodded woodenly.
Louisa grabbed Frith's hand and pleaded, "Can you think of a solution? You have to help Flora, she's your daughter!"
"I know, I know." Freese said repeatedly.
"What are they going to do to Flora?" Louisa asked anxiously.
"I don't know. I'll have to ask. I think it's not too bad."
Freese gently pushed Louisa's hand away, turned around and rushed out of the villa.
…
It was late at night, and in the Special Attack Department office, only one seat had the light on. This time, it was not Sylvie who was working overtime, but Su Ming.
After a long period of heat, the sweat quickly cooled down in the lower winter temperature. Su Ming hurriedly put on his coat. Xia Xiaoyu beside him was panting and slowly putting on her clothes, with a look of satisfaction on her slightly hot cheeks.
Su Ming fell into deep thought at first, without touching the data on the computer in front of him. He had been working overtime to analyze the serial murder case.
But for some strange reason, he made no progress in two hours, and all his energy was stolen by the damn woman next to him.
Xia Xiaoyu put on her clothes, cleaned up the scene, put on the Investigation Bureau's uniform jacket, and breathed a sigh of relief.
She walked behind Su Ming, put her arms around Su Ming's waist from behind and hugged Su Ming.
"It feels great! But it's a little cold. Um... do you want to go to my room later? I have a heater in my room."
"I have to work overtime." Su Ming said bitterly.
He had said the same thing once before, but last time it was Xia Xiaoyu who was also talking beside him, saying something about combining work and rest.
"It's a good combination of work and rest." Xia Xiaoyu said with a smile, "Okay, okay! I won't bother you from working overtime. Remember to eat the midnight snack I made for you. I'll wait for you when I get home."
When Su Ming heard this, he quickly said, "No need to wait! I might work overtime until very late!"
"It's okay. I got enough sleep during the day and I just need to stay up late!"
Su Ming wanted to say something else, but Xia Xiaoyu had already disappeared at the door humming a song.
stay up?
Will you stay up late?
I think you are trying to make me suffer?
Su Ming sighed and took the lunch box next to him. On the left side of the lunch box was leeks at the bottom , with unknown meat slices on top. Su Ming picked up some with chopsticks and smelled it, and it had a smell of lamb.
After taking a bite, I found the taste is a bit like the kidneys I ate when I was a child.
In the middle is rice, with two processed oysters placed on top, and peeled shrimps next to it. It can be seen that Xia Xiaoyu put a lot of effort into making this bento.
Su Ming felt filled with love, his heart was warmed, and he began to eat with a grunt.
He finished his midnight snack in no time, and after replenishing his energy and feeling refreshed, he turned his attention back to the computer in front of him.
He already had clues about the previous serial murder case.
After visiting all the scenes, he determined that some of the murderers killed seriously, while others killed casually.
By reconstructing the crime scene and comparing the identities of the dead, it can be found that the people who were seriously killed were all engaged in gang work and were members of a certain gang. Moreover, most of these gang members are relatively old, with an average age between thirty and fifty years old.
Now there are two screening conditions. Of course, these conditions are all assumed by Su Ming himself, and he cannot provide any real evidence. But because of his super intuition, Su Ming feels that these two assumptions should not be wrong.
First, the perpetrators had grudges against these gang members.
Second, the perpetrators knew how to evade the FBI’s detection.
From the second condition, we can infer that the murderer may, with a very small probability, be a member of the Investigation Bureau. When combined with the first condition, the image of this character is obvious - the murderer is a commissioner of the Investigation Bureau who has a grudge against these old gang guys.
Su Ming didn’t know how many such people there were in the Investigation Bureau, but he only knew one suspect at the moment - Ying Shuran.
Ying Shuran was tortured by the Longyun Society in her early years, and then joined the Investigation Bureau for revenge.
But her revenge has not been successful over the years. If she is the murderer, Su Ming would not be surprised at all.
Su Ming has decided to find time to look for Ying Shuran tomorrow. With just a little probing, he should be able to find out whether the other party is the murderer.
Thinking of this, Su Ming felt that he had made some progress in today's work and there was no need to continue working overtime. Well, he could go find Xia Xiaoyu.
…
"Please! Please don't kill me! Are you from the Investigation Bureau? Why would someone from the Investigation Bureau want to kill me! I haven't done anything wrong, have I? Wait! Wait a minute! Which investigation bureau are you from? I think I know you!"
The old man dragged his injured leg and crawled on the ground, leaving a bloody trail on the ground.
The severe pain made the man's head dizzy, but his will to survive made his mind spin rapidly. He looked at the young woman in front of him who had lost an arm, and his head quickly searched for relevant information.
Suddenly, the old man's eyes lit up and he remembered who the other person was.
"Ah! You are Ying Shuran! The one running for district chief! From the Seventh Investigation Bureau! Wait a minute... I have emails with other investigation bureaus! I am actually half a member of the investigation bureau!"
The man threw out all his amulets incoherently, hoping that one of them would be able to change the other party's murderous intention.
But it was obvious that none of his identities could change the other party's decision. Ying Shuran still approached him step by step, then raised the axe, and chopped off the man's other leg in one swoop. The man let out a shrill scream, and cold sweat ran down his head, mixed with snot and tears, and flowed all over his face.
A smile appeared on Ying Shuran's pale face. She spoke calmly and asked:
"Why are you shouting so loudly? Do you think someone outside can hear you? Look at this bead, do you know what it is?"
The old man stared at the beads in Ying Shuran's hand in a daze, not knowing what she wanted to do.
Ying Shuran sneered and took the initiative to tell him: "This ornament was once worn by an assassin who killed 1,600 people without failure. It is specially used to deal with this situation."
"Why are you trying to kill me?!" the man roared, waving his hands irrationally, "I didn't provoke you!"
"You didn't provoke me, so I can't kill you? For the bad guys to be punished, does the victim have to do it himself?"
Ying Shuran put the axe on the ground next to her, took out a small knife from her pocket with one hand and threw it to the other party.
“Use this to cut the cloth from your clothes and stop the bleeding a little. I don’t want you to die so soon.
The man gritted his teeth, picked up the knife on the ground, cut open his trouser legs, and saw that only his knees were left with muscles stuck together. He felt indescribable in his heart.
The pain almost made him faint, but his strong willpower allowed him to stop the bleeding of his wounds in an orderly manner.
In fact, he didn't know why he had to listen to the other party so much, but he wanted to live. As long as he could live one more moment, he would live!
