I am the king of fighting!

Chapter 68 Going deeper
"Take me to the nearest murder scene."

Lin Xi's first words after coming downstairs.

Xiaoliu didn't ask any questions. He just quickened his pace in silence, walked to the front and led the way. Soon they arrived at a room in the corner of the second floor of an old three-story building that was not facing the sun.

"Click~" The door was not locked. He twisted the door open and a foul smell hit him. The whole room was dirty and messy. The coffee table was filled with sour and smelly leftovers. There were cigarette butts and beer bottles near the sofa. There was a pool of vomit on the ground. Dirty clothes were piled in the corner, becoming a nest for insects...

"The deceased, Jiang Shou, was a male born in 1953, unmarried and childless, a homeless person—" Xiao Liu hesitated for a moment and said, "His father was the manager of Qingxinju. He didn't have many social interactions, and his source of income was from his father..."

"The body had multiple fractures, the limbs were kicked off, and the cause of death was a broken neck..."

A simple introduction can create the image of a pure loser who lives off his parents, but it also seems to explain why Mr. Duan asked someone to help.

It turned out to be a related household.

He is lonely, sloppy, has a weird personality, and has no special hobbies... What on earth keeps such a person alive?

Judging from his background, this man has almost become a burden to his family. He probably didn't enjoy much family affection, let alone love and friendship. There was no spiritual placebo such as games to support him. When he was middle-aged, just thinking about it would make people feel that his death should have been suicide.

Why was he killed? Did he accidentally offend the fighter, or was he murdered in a fit of passion? According to the serial murder case, the victims should have something in common.

Lin Xi filtered the information of the deceased in his mind, extracted the important information and classified it as deceased No. 1, and then slowly searched the room.

There were messy footprints on the ground and the smell in the room was so turbid that it was impossible to distinguish. Judging from the bloodstains and signs of struggle on the ground, the scene was the living room. The bedroom door was open, revealing a dirty double bed. The wardrobe was opened, and clothes were scattered on the floor.

"After the incident, someone nearby came in and took away all the valuables." Xiaoliu added and followed him into the kitchen.

Lin Xi touched the cupboard, which was covered with a thin layer of dust. It was the type that was grounded against the wall. A gas tank was placed in the middle compartment, and the two sides could be opened to place pots and pans. He asked, "Has anyone cleaned the kitchen?" The deceased was obviously not a person who liked to cook, and he couldn't even cook for himself. Yet the dust on the cupboard was so thin.

Xiaoliu also realized that there was a problem and said, "No one has cleaned it. The dust must have fallen in the past two days."

Lin Xi opened the cupboard, squatted down and glanced inside. The bowls and plates were covered with a layer of solidified grease, and the chopstick bucket nearby looked like it was used frequently.

It seems that this could also be explained as the deceased coming over to pick up chopsticks to eat takeout? Xiaoliu shook his head slightly, and it seemed that there was no clue.

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Lin Xi was originally preparing to get up and look for other clues, but when he glanced around, he suddenly discovered that the thickness of the upper and lower layers of the cabinet seemed to be wrong. There was nothing wrong from the outside, but the inner wall seemed too thick from the inside, and the area near the cabinet door was blocked by a protruding piece on the cabinet door. If it weren't for his spiritual perception of the existence of a layer, ordinary people would easily overlook it.

He reached out his hand and touched it, and sure enough, he touched a pull-out secret compartment. After opening it, an iron lunch box fell out. The lunch box was quite clean, and the silver paint on it had been rubbed off a lot, obviously it was used frequently.

The iron box was opened with a click, and inside were a measuring cup, a candle, a bag of cotton balls, a spoon, and several disposable syringes. Just by looking at it, both of them knew why the deceased had reached this point today. It was obvious that he was taking drugs, and he was addicted to drugs.

The lunch box is full of tools used for drug abuse. Because the addicts' brains are overstimulated, nothing they do in real life can stimulate them and give them satisfaction. As a result, they lose interest in doing anything. Being sloppy and unsociable are almost standard features of addicts.

Without a source of funds, most drug addicts will resort to drug trafficking to support their addiction until they die or are forced into drug rehabilitation.

What’s interesting is that many drug addicts who cannot read a single word can quickly learn the complex process of smoking with laboratory-level accuracy. This is a bit ironic.

The deceased's identity as a drug addict should be related to the murder.

Lin Xi's intuition quickly determined this, but he was puzzled as to why the drug use had to be so covert.

"Mr. Lin, he..." Xiaoliu saw his confusion and took the initiative to explain.

It turns out that since Thailand eradicated poppy fields, drug rehabilitation centers have been rapidly established all over the country. The drug rehabilitation methods are extreme drug rehabilitation methods. Under normal circumstances, most drugs are impossible to quit, but Thailand has the ability to help you quit.

Forced exercise, cutting tendons in hands and feet, pulling out teeth, pulling out nails, electric shocks, burning, cutting with knives... nine out of ten people who can walk out of the drug rehabilitation center have completely quit drug use.

What? You said the person is dead? I just want to ask if you have quit smoking!

The noble extreme drug rehabilitation method is very effective. The number of drug addicts that can be investigated in Thailand has dropped sharply in a short period of time. There is no other way. In other countries and regions, drug use will at most be rejected by social morality and harm yourself, your family and friends. In Thailand, if you are sent to prison for drug use, it is no different from being sent to hell.

But even so, there are still people who cannot quit smoking after going through hell, and some even smoke it happily while crying and suffering muscle cramps in the pain of PTSD. This thing cannot be quit, and the best option is to stay away from it.

After listening to this, Lin Xi could probably understand the deceased's thinking. He dared to smoke but didn't dare to let others know that he was smoking. This was completely the deterrent brought by the extreme drug rehabilitation method. However, there was one interesting point -

Did the deceased’s family really not know that he was taking drugs?
If he knows, does Mr. Duan know about it?
He smelled something unusual in this matter. After thinking for a while, he asked, "There are a few more dead people in Chinatown. Let's go there together." He threw the lunch box on the cupboard. It would be fine as long as he found clues. He didn't need any evidence.

"From last month to today, a total of four cases have occurred in Chinatown." Xiaoliu responded quickly, "Among them, Jiang Shou died the day before yesterday at home, XX died seven days ago at a rental house, XXX died nine days ago in the alley behind a bar, and there is one more..."

He paused and said, "Duan Zhiying died twelve days ago in the restaurant bathroom."

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