Huge crowds of people, as like as two peas, are hung up in the street lights. At the peak of the rush hour, the crowd of people is getting into a sea of faces. The removal of a different background, the same method of placing the corpse, and the feeling of distress and fear, makes Moleti do not need to observe the corpse carefully. You can also know that the bastard who did it was the same person in yesterday's case!

"Damn it!"

Sheriff Feller pressed the brim of his hat and spat in a low voice. Although the incident had been determined and all had been handed over to the secret service, the outside world did not know it. They still thought it was the police who dealt with the case again; Especially the questions of those reporters just now made him feel angry from the bottom of his heart!

What is his feeling after the occurrence of such cases one after another? What a shit feeling!

Feller had a serious face. Now, with more anger, there was more humanity and less rigidity; However, looking at the appearance of the police officers around, we know that they prefer their sheriff to be the same as before!

Holding two cups of instant coffee, he walked up to moleti squatting on the street. Ferrer handed over the coffee in his hand - moleti, who took the coffee, looked at Ferrer with anger brewing in his eyes and said with a smile: "is this your compensation for me? In fact, you should buy me a drink! You know, wine is more suitable for me than coffee!"

"Alcohol has paralyzed you enough; I think caffeine will be more suitable for you now! At least it will wake you up quickly, won't it?" Feller's tone was stiff and stiff, comparable to the worst newsman in history; However, the serious expression on his face was enough to show that he was not joking: "this is already a joke