Max gradually withdrew his eyes from the distance, and once again looked at the old street in front of him.
He didn't have time to look at those towering things just yet.
At this time, the door of another police car was also opened, and two detectives, a man and a woman, got out of the car.
Clark straightened his wrinkled suit and walked over first.
"As you wish, this is the scene of the crime ."
Clark said to Max, and pointed to a warehouse on the corner of the street before saying sarcastically
"It's that one, you shouldn't have forgotten this at the least ."
" I really forgot."
Max said, and looked back at the policeman behind him, signaling that he wanted to go over there.
But the cops didn't seem to pay him any attention.
"The investigation process of the case is completely left to the detective involved and the police will not come to meddle."
Lawyer Joe seemed to see Max's doubts, and he walked over and said.
Max nodded. It seems that the rules of this world are a little different from the previous world, and he still needs to adapt.
So Max, Lawyer Joe, Clark, and Lisa all walked towards the warehouse together, and the policemen behind did just keep a relatively far distance, and didn't intend to get involved. It seems that their duty is to put stronger handcuffs and footcuffs on the prisoner, so as to ensure that the prisoner will not take the opportunity to escape.
Max thought it was a good idea, after all, there were a few rough guys with batons around him, so when he was looking for clues, he would be timid.
He pursed his lips, and cheered himself up.
"Come on,"
Soon, the four of them arrived at the door of the warehouse.
This warehouse is a relatively independent small building, with a long-closed shop on each side. As for the location, it is at the end of the street. As one can imagine, if it is night, there will hardly be any pedestrians here.
So it must be said that those loan sharks are very good at finding places. In this environment, let alone beating people, you can kill pigs in the warehouse without anyone noticing.
Max flipped through the case files, compared the photos of the warehouse gate, and confirmed that the gate at this time was the same as the gate at the time of the crime, and then approached.
The gate of the warehouse is actually nothing to look at. It is a very ordinary double door. There are two door panels on the left and right. They are three meters high and one meter wide. .
On the outside of the door, there is a horizontal iron rod, which is commonly known as the bolt, and there is a padlock head under the bolt.
Max flipped through the case files and saw that the testimony was very clear. On the night of the incident, when the group of debt collectors found that the door could not be opened, they locked the door and left.
"How about it? There is only this one entrance and exit in the entire warehouse. Do you think that someone can enter and exit at will when it is locked?"
Clark stood aside and asked casually.
Indeed, in this situation, it is absolutely impossible to open the door based on the people in the warehouse alone.
So Max didn't say that, and he didn't rush to open the door either . Instead, he squatted down and stretched his hand under the crack of the door.
This action was noticed by Clark.
His expression didn't change a bit, but in his mouth, his tongue was pressing hard against the gums.
Max continued to squat, with his hands still in front of the crack of the door, and stayed there for a full twenty seconds before finally standing up, with a smile of 'it really is so' on the corner of his mouth.
Because of the wind!
Although it is not big, as long as there is wind, there is hope!
"Open the door!"
Max said.
Mr. Joe stepped forward and took out a bunch of keys.
A few days ago, Joe had already contacted almost everyone related to this case. Not only did he get the key to the warehouse, but he even notified those debtors who will also come to the scene.
Lawyer Joe is like this. If he collects the money, he will definitely get things done.
"Squeaky."
As the warehouse door was pushed open, a smell of old wood came to the face. The sun shines in, and the dust particles all over the sky can be clearly seen.
"Ahem——"
Clark coughed, and unhappily fanned the ashes in front of him with his hands, and was about to walk in.
"Wait!"
Max suddenly shouted:
"No entry!"
Clark looked at him with a surprised look:
"What did you say?"
"I said no entry! Don't go any further! "
Max succinctly shouted.
Clark was startled, because such words are usually used by himself as a detective, and now it is too awkward to hear it from the mouth of a death row prisoner.
He looked at Lawyer Joe, only to see that the other party squinted his eyes and still had that professional smile on his face. He didn't say a word, but the meaning was obvious, that is, you have to listen to him.
Clark snorted coldly:
"I have to remind you that you only have three hours to come out this time. At that time, no matter how much you yell, the police will take you back to prison!"
Max didn't pay him any heed and turned around immediately to walk into the warehouse.
In fact, it is written in the case file that the building area of this warehouse is 30 square meters and there are also the original Max's memories , but if you don't come here in person, it is difficult to construct a "30 square meters area" in your mind. Not to mention it was very dark when the original owner of the body had been here.
Now, the warehouse in front of Max is much smaller than he imagined, and there are some wooden shelves piled up here, which makes the overall sense even narrower.
And this is also the reason why the airflow under the door gap is small. After all, the warehouse is sealed. If the internal space is not large, it is difficult for the airflow to circulate quickly.
As Max walked in, he flipped through the file in his hand.
Soon, he found photos of the deceased when the body was found. According to the photos, Max was in the warehouse again and found the location where [Drake] died at that time.
This location is in the middle of the warehouse, and there are no shelves or the like around it. At this moment, this place has been covered with a layer of dust. If you look carefully, you can still see a little blood on the ground that hasn't been wiped clean.
Max raised his head, estimated the distance between the corpse and the gate, and found that it was about two meters away.
At first, he thought that the distance between the corpse and the door would be very close, blocking the crack in the door, which caused the thickening of the gray layer, but looking at it now, it seems that this is not the case.
As for the corpse, it was quite tragic.
A large iron drill with a diameter of five centimeters was stuck in the chest, and the ground was covered with blood, which flowed out from the edge of the photo.
And this [Drake]. His real name, occupation, age and other information will not be listed for the time being, let's just talk about his appearance.
It's quite distinctive because this man was bald.