Chapter 55: The Shocking Blood Case

  "Keep walking and don't try to resist, or I'll kill you." A hard cylindrical object was pressed against Kawasaki's lower back, a cold voice sounded from behind.

  Kawasaki's body stiffened, the matter was too unexpected, his emotions plummeted from scorching heat to icy valley in an instant, he didn't know how to react for a moment.

  The calendar poked the gun again, and Kawasaki mechanically walked forward. In front of him, two subordinates appeared in a miserable state. Sato's eyes were wide open, with a blood hole on his forehead, already dead. Ono was covered in blood, motionless on the ground, handcuffed, with a rope tied around his mouth like an animal.

  "Mr. Huang Li, is this your real name? Your skills are truly admirable, we underestimated you. What a pity, if a master like you could serve the great Japanese Empire, it would be wonderful——” Kawasaki secretly felt shocked, that someone who had been anesthetized could knock down his two subordinates was unbelievable, but the fact was before his eyes, he didn't know what special abilities Huang Li possessed, so even if he was a judo master, he didn't dare to act rashly.

  The Huang Li did not answer his question, but coldly commanded: "Kneel down, put your hands behind your back."

  Kawasaki did not move, but instead straightened his neck and shouted loudly: "I am a samurai, I will never kneel down to beg for mercy." Yes, Kawasaki was not afraid of death. Since he had chosen this profession in this life, he had sufficient mental preparation for death.

  At this time, Xiao Ye, who was lying on the ground, groaned and slowly woke up from his coma.

  "Damn warrior." Huang Li took a slow step back, raised his gun and cursed softly: "If you have the guts, why don't you turn around and fight me to the death?" Since there's one who's still alive, then this stubborn guy doesn't need to exist anymore. His physical strength hadn't fully recovered yet, and it wasn't safe for him to take on two people at once. Generally, fat guys are more afraid of death, so the one lying on the ground should be easier to deal with.

  Kawasaki suddenly turned around and drew out the small dagger from his waist, but Huang Li's gun had already fired. Kawasaki's thoughts came to an abrupt halt as a bullet struck the back of his head. His last feeling was that the ground was rushing towards him at incredible speed. Kawasaki made another little mistake - Huang Li didn't belong to any organization and wasn't interested in Kawasaki's confession. His only thought now was to quickly understand the situation and escape from this place as soon as possible. That's why he had struck with such decisiveness.

  Xiao Ye woke up, awakened by severe pain. Huang Li mercilessly branded the red-hot iron on his back, thighs, and chest, lightly touching and then moving away, making Xiao Ye feel unbearable pain without letting him fall into a coma again. Xiao Ye was in so much pain that he curled up like a shrimp at times, and at other times, he kicked his legs wildly like a drowning mouse, his mouth constantly emitting low, mournful cries of pain.

  Huang Li inserted the fire tongs into the charcoal fire, lit up a cigarette he had found on Kawasaki's hand, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled. When Ono seemed calm enough, he spoke in a gloomy tone: "Listen carefully, I'm going to ask you some questions. If you answer truthfully, nod your head. If you don't want to say anything, just shake your head. I'll roast you slowly, making the aroma you love fill the entire room."

  Xiao Ye stared blankly at Huang Li, neither nodding nor shaking his head. Huang Li didn't waste any words, reached out and grabbed the fire tongs, directly aiming for Xiao Ye's lower body.

  "Uh-uh——" Ono felt the high temperature approaching his vital parts, and the fat on his face trembled as he nodded vigorously.

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  At half past twelve in the middle of the night, a woman's scream was heard from inside the Kawasaki merchant house. The scream startled the street watchman. He pushed open the slightly ajar door and went inside, but before long, he came tumbling out again, his face deathly pale, and didn't even know where he had thrown his wooden clappers.

  The police station received the report and quickly sent someone to the scene. Although many policemen had seen the crime scenes of murder and robbery, they were still shocked by the bloody scene of Kawasaki Shosha. What kind of person did this? The way of killing was extremely skilled and professional, and the victim probably didn't even have time to scream when attacked.

  In the basement were the bodies of Kawasaki and Sato, both with gunshot wounds, one in the forehead and one in the back of the head, indicating that the killer was a good shot. In the master bedroom were the bodies of Mrs. Kawasaki and Ono, Mrs. Kawasaki had a single stab wound to the throat, apparently killed instantly by a sharp blade or flying knife; Ono had multiple burns on his body, evidence of severe torture, cause of death was a broken neck. The last victim was Mrs. Kawasaki's brother Watanabe, whose body lay beside the moon gate, also stabbed in the throat with a sharp blade. The only survivor was Kawasaki's daughter Miyako, who was also the only eyewitness to see the killer. Although she had been knocked unconscious and suffered great psychological trauma, she clearly described the killer's distinctive features to the police: a scarred face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, an evil-looking man.

  The theft was the work of a ruthless and cunning old hand, and not just one person. The police quickly came to this conclusion because the master bedroom had been ransacked, the house had been turned upside down, the safe in the corner had been opened, and it was empty. Also, based on the situation of the victim at the scene, it was almost impossible for one person to complete such a big case.

  Through the examination of the bodies, the police determined that the crime occurred between 9 and 10 pm because most of the bodies had already developed livor mortis. According to forensic theory: after a person dies, blood circulation stops, and the blood in the blood vessels moves downward due to gravity, accumulating in the small veins and capillaries, causing them to expand, and appearing as purple spots on the skin, known as livor mortis, which usually appears one or two hours after death.

  This is a shocking case, Kawasaki's identity as a Japanese businessman has made it more than just a criminal case, an inevitable diplomatic dispute. The Japanese are making aggressive moves in North China, and if things don't improve, war may break out ahead of schedule. The police chief arrived at the scene with several veteran detectives, sweating profusely under the angry shouts of the Japanese consulate staff.

  Du Baisheng, as a seasoned police officer, quietly surveyed the scene, secretly cursing to himself. This guy was too ruthless. The Kawasaki gang was also unlucky, choosing to mess with this killing god and ending up getting killed from their own hideout, not even leaving behind any lives.

  Zhao Si? Du Bai Sheng pulled and played with Xiao Ye's corpse, narrowed his eyes, this bastard should disappear, thoroughly disappear. Who knows how much information the killing god got from these Japanese mouths? Don't implicate the organization, it would be a strong enemy for nothing! I'm afraid Zeng Che didn't expect things to get so big either. How should we deal with the aftermath? How to give those arrogant Japanese an explanation?

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