Chapter 1034 (2)

The patrolman walked into the living room and looked around.

There is nothing unusual about the surrounding furnishings. There are paintings and photos hanging on the walls. Household items are piled casually next to the lockers. There are vases in the corner. The flowers are a little wilted, but it does not affect the beauty of the overall flower arrangement.

Generally speaking, it is elegant and warm, with a strong home atmosphere, and Moson, who is comfortable in single clothes and pajamas, does not seem to be out of place here.

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

"By the way, I have something to ask."

He turned to confirm with Mawson, "What's going on in the yard?"

"What?" Mo Sen looked confused.

"Ah..." the patrolman looked towards the flower garden, "There is a place where it feels like there are traces of digging. Have you done any gardening work recently?"

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

"Mr. Zhang, when did you live at your brother's place? 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 Mawson's expression and said:

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

Mawson looked at the patrolman in confusion and made no reaction.

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

The patrolman continued, with a hint of meaning, "Last month we received a case where a homeless man buried a chopped pet dog in the yard."

"Oh." Mo Sen still looked confused about the situation, "...Thank you for your hard work."

Seeing him say something awkward and polite, the patrol officer became more and more confused.

"Uh, so, I'm a little concerned about the place I just mentioned. Can we investigate it later?"

The patrolman tried to make up for his previous temptation.

In order to avoid being less aggressive, his tone when he spoke this question was more casual, and he turned his body to look around casually.

"Oh, okay." Moson responded with a vague yawn from behind.

Am I really thinking too much?

The patrolman was a little confused and continued walking deeper into the house.

He habitually looked from top to bottom. When he passed by the kitchen, he paused for a second before noticing the objects in his peripheral vision. His eyes froze slightly after being stunned.

They were two large-sized white plastic bags, bulging with stuffing, tied in knots, and lying limply on the floor tiles. Dark red blood was stuck inside. Those who didn't know it thought they were fresh bloody raw meat.

But even if the pigs were slaughtered live, would anyone pack them into two big bags like this?

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

The attack was so sudden that the patrolman felt pain and quickly held Mawson's right wrist, trying desperately to keep the murder weapon away from him.

"Uh-uh-!"

The two are wrestling, perhaps "tearing back and forth" is a more appropriate description. Both the patrolman and Mawson had hideous and ugly expressions, their faces were red from suppressing their efforts, their mouths were either wide open or their lips were tightly pursed, and their facial features were twisted and flying. The scene was not a "fight" at all. There were no tactical ideas or martial arts moves. In summary, there was only a simple and scrawled sentence: "Moson wanted to stab the patrolman, and the patrolman tried his best to stop it."

"Uh-huh!"

The patrolman who was confronting Mawson seized the opportunity and suddenly exerted force. There was a loud crash to the ground, and the thin Mawson fell into a mess. The kitchen knife fell away and slid a short distance on the smooth floor.

Have the opportunity!

Off-screen, Colton and others held their breath.

Has it been sent out?

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