The Murderer Acted So Well, The Special Police Asked Me How Many Years I Had Squatted

Li Si questioned and asked, and finally broke the mentality of the Mongolian youth.

"Our mutton is delicious! You can also eat the outermost layer of roasted lamb over charcoal fire! We can eat fruits and vegetables, so we won't be constipated! Milk tea doesn't go well with roasted lamb at all. I haven't liked drinking it since I was a child!"

He wheezed and gasped: "Fuck, do you want to know? I'll leave if you don't want to."

Why can't the child be teased, Li Si hastened to comfort him: "Think about it, hurry up and say it."

The Mongolian youth yelled: "Don't talk to me in a coaxing tone!"

The windows were left open, screaming in the wind.

Outside the house, the frozen body of the head nurse finally couldn't hold on, and was blown off the fence by the wind and disappeared into the snowdrift.

Only a circle of pink blood powder was left on the tip of the railing.

It took several seconds for the Mongolian youth to calm down, and decided not to be as knowledgeable as Li Si.

“[The Legacy of Sherlock Holmes].”

He spat out a word.

Li Si blinked, and the first thing that came to mind was Sherlock Holmes.

But soon, he realized that the characters in the novel would not appear in reality, and this "Sherlock Holmes" was someone else.

Then he remembered that at a certain period in history, another [Sherlock Holmes] was far more famous than the great detective.

"Murder the Duke?" Li Si spoke.

The Mongolian youth opened his eyes slightly, surprised at Li Si's erudition.

"That's right, that's him. Legend has it that he built [Murder Castle] and put hundreds of people to death."

The voice of the Mongolian youth gradually became excited:

"While he only confessed to 27 of the murder charges, there are more than that number of human skulls found in the walls alone, let alone those dissolved in acid."

"The victims were a lot of dignitaries, but where did their belongings go? We're all here for this, if we can find..."

"Wait a moment." Li Si interrupted him.

"You said [Holmes' legacy] is hidden in the mental hospital, but Henry Howard Holmes is an Englishman?"

Li Si's eyes were like looking at a fool: "You group of people ran to a domestic hospital to find a British heritage?"

The Mongolian youth smiled slightly, as if he knew that Li Si would have this question.

He feels himself in control:

"I can also tell you about this, but if we find that money, we must divide it into seven and three. Seven for me, three for you."

Li Si silently raised his fist upon hearing this.

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the Mongolian youth. He was punched under the ribs by Li Si last night, and he still hurts now.

"Okay, okay, June Fourth is okay, right? After all, I provided important information... Isn't it okay? Five five, then five five, we will split it equally."

"I'm stupid, you want to be shameless and want more! Then you just kill me... Are you kidding, kidding brother. I take 30% of the head office, right?"

Li Si withdrew his fist: "It doesn't matter whether it's money or not."

He stared at the Mongolian youth: "The important thing is whether the money can be obtained, and it will not be too late to divide the spoils at that time."

"Go on, why did you find this place?"

The Mongolian youth raised his hand to wipe off his cold sweat, and his voice gradually became serious:

"It was about half a month ago. Someone was selling information on the deep network, saying that there was a huge deal."

"You know, the place on the dark web is almost becoming a fishing ground for the police, so for a while, everyone is waiting and watching, and no one pays."

"About two days later, someone finally couldn't help being curious. They bought the news, and guess what happened?"

"Is the person who bought the news dead?" Li Si asked.

The Mongolian youth gave a thumbs up: "Expert."

"That's right, that old brother died a terrible death. It is said that half a catty of iron was burned during the cremation."

Hearing this, Li Si was thoughtful.

If a person dies unexpectedly, there is a high probability that he blocked the way of others. If the person who bought the information died, it means...

"The intelligence is very likely to be true. Some people don't want the news to spread. But they can't find the seller, so they can only attack the buyer."

The Mongolian youth made the final decision.

Li Si nodded: "Then why aren't you dead?"

Hearing this, a trace of cruelty appeared on the face of the Mongolian youth: "They really wanted to kill me, but it's a pity they hired three blind fools to go straight to my hometown."

"What's the point? It's just outsiders. In those years, few outsiders were buried in the pasture."

"You really don't have eyes, you dare to mess with a man from the Mobas family...I'm not talking about you, you can mess with it as you like, as you like."

When it came to the end, the Mongolian youth realized that he had lost his composure, so he quickly changed his mind.

Li Si thought he talked too much nonsense, and frowned impatiently.

The Mongolian youth was taken aback, and quickly said: "Holmes is not dead, he ran to the country and left his blood."

After talking nonsense for a long time, this kid finally got to the point.

"After so many years, Holmes himself must have been buried long ago, but his descendants are still alive."

"Last month, someone sold a batch of goods on the black market, all of which were England jewelry from the 19th century. We searched along the trading route and finally found this mental hospital."

"The descendants of Sherlock Holmes are here. After a hundred years, they may feel that the time is ripe to start selling their stolen goods."

The Mongolian youth finished speaking in one breath.

Hearing this, Li Si already fully understood. And he knows very well that this inheritance is very attractive to criminals.

Vigorous social people are generally not short of money, but short of money that can be spent.

Regardless of money laundering, rotation (multiple small transactions), Taodi (fake accounts), shorting (dismantling shell companies)...

As long as it is blood-stained money, if you dare to spend it, there is a risk of being traced.

Just like a famous criminal investigation saying: Everything that passes by must leave traces.

But [The Legacy of Sherlock Holmes] is different. All the parties died a hundred years ago, there is no filing, no record, and the time of entry was even in the Qing Dynasty.

This is a [white money] that can be used directly, and the amount is huge.

The Mongolian youth lowered his voice and said excitedly: "You understand? As long as the two of us work together..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden scream from upstairs. Both of them were taken aback. Then Li Si was in front, and the Mongolian youth was behind, and they ran to the second floor quickly.

Viscous blood trickled down slowly, soaking the stairs. Li Si's feet were slippery and he had to hold on to the railing.

The pungent smell of blood makes people want to sneeze.

When Li Si and the Mongolian youth came to the second floor, the younger sister of the brother and sister who were habitual thieves was kneeling on the ground, crying heartbreakingly.

Li Si looked up, then looked up again, and then saw her brother.

The man was hung vertically on an infusion stand at a relatively high position, with his head touching the ceiling. Honestly, it's kind of like a brazilian barbecue in a cafeteria.

The Mongolian youth sniffled and reached out to Li Si: "Hari Chagai, Hari Chagai Mubas."

Li Si shook hands with him, a little strangely: "Why did I just remember to introduce myself now?"

Harichagai looked solemn: "Before I submitted my resume, I wrote a pseudonym."

"In case I get killed this time, I have to ask you to help me collect the corpse. So I can't even know my real name."