The bodies of Levi Ball's family have not been cremated and are still placed in the morgue of the Old Port District police station.
Because they were equipped with a rather rudimentary but functional refrigeration box, the four corpses showed no signs of decomposition, but they had all been autopsied by forensic doctors.
Ronan, accompanied by the police forensic doctor, examined the corpses.
As described in the case file, the murderer was a veteran and killed extremely cleanly, leaving no useful clues for tracing.
But Levi Ball himself was the worst. He was stabbed hundreds of times, but all of them avoided fatal wounds.
Bleed out your blood and die!
After seeing the body, Ronan asked Detective Kash to return to the crime scene and wait for him, while he went back to East District's home.
Then he took Little Black with him and came to the crime scene again.
Detective Kash is very puzzled. I don't know why Ronan brought a big cat here - is it fun?
The next scene left the police detective stunned.
I saw Little Black wandering around the apartment room, sniffing here and there, and then called "meow" at Ronan twice.
"Found it."
Ronan said to Detective Kash, "Fortunately, the time was not very long and the murderer's aura has not completely dissipated."
Detective Kash couldn't believe it. "Sir Ronan, are you saying that this cat can smell the murderer's breath?"
Ronan nodded. "Of course."
Little Black has the body of a lynx and the soul of a civet. Under his careful training, he not only possesses a very strong fighting power, but also has greatly improved all aspects of his attributes.
The lynx's sense of smell is extremely sensitive to begin with, and it becomes even more powerful after it is enhanced.
It's normal to smell the murderer's breath at a crime scene.
Moreover, it can communicate spiritually with Ronan, knowing very well what it wants to do and not being disturbed by the wild nature.
I saw this big cat jumping up to the window sill, turning around and barking at Ronan twice.
"The murderer sneaked in through the window."
Ronan explained, "I'll go out and take a look."
Without waiting for Detective Kash to reply, he jumped out of the window.
Detective Kash's eyes almost exploded.
Because this is the fifth floor!
He hurriedly rushed to the window sill and looked down nervously.
I saw Ronan standing steadily in the alley behind the apartment building, safe and sound, waving to him.
Detective Kash, who almost had a heart attack, took a long breath and quickly turned around and ran downstairs.
When he ran to the back alley, he saw Little Black sniffing on the ground at the entrance of the alley.
"Let's go!"
Little Black jumped forward.
Detective Kash hurriedly followed Ronan's footsteps.
The big cat was tracking in front, and the two were chasing after each other. The former would stop and wait from time to time.
Just like this, we walked through the streets and alleys. After almost half an hour of searching, Little Black stopped in front of a clothing store, lowered his body and raised his head.
Its pupils were raised up, staring intently at the old tailor who was in the clothing store.
This clothing store is located in an ordinary side street. The location is not very good and there are not many customers inside.
The old tailor is already gray-haired. He is wearing an apron and hanging a measuring tape, carefully arranging the clothes on the rack. His body is stooped as if he cannot bear the weight of time.
There are many small shops that rely on craftsmanship to make a living in Ceres, and there is nothing unusual about them.
The old tailor, who was focused on finishing, didn't even notice the appearance of Ronan and others.
Ronan leaned over and picked up the fried Little Black, and walked into the clothing store called "Walkerley".
Detective Kash hesitated.
He did not follow, but chose to remain alert outside, and quietly put his hand on the gun.
At this time, the old tailor in the store seemed to be aware of it. He turned around and saw Ronan holding the big cat. He showed a slightly flattering smile, "Good afternoon, sir, do you need anything?"
Ronan is not wearing a police uniform today, just ordinary casual clothes.
He smiled and said, "The clothes you have here look very good."
"Of course."
The old tailor replied with a proud tone, "I have opened a tailor shop in Ceres for forty-seven years. Every piece of clothing here is cut and sewn by me. The quality is absolutely first-class."
When he talked about his craftsmanship, his eyes shone, and his originally cloudy eyes became brighter.
"Forty-seven years."
Ronan nodded. "It's really not easy, then why did you kill Levi Ball's family?"
"Huh?"
The old tailor was confused. "Sir, what are you talking about? Who is Levi Ball?"
"Not bad."
Ronan put Little Black on the counter next to him, smiled and clapped his hands and said, "Your acting skills are good. You should go to an art university to be a tutor. Hiding here and making clothes is too much for your talent."
The old tailor frowned, as if he dared not speak in anger, "Sir, I have no idea what you are talking about. If you don't want to buy clothes, then please leave here!"
"Walkerley, you are now under my arrest for the murder of Levi Ball's family."
Ronan showed his Police Badge: "You have the right to remain silent, but you didn't say a word..."
Ronan Before he finished speaking, a look of ferocity suddenly flashed in the old tailor's eyes.
With a flick of his wrist, a tailor's knife slipped out of his sleeve silently and fell into his grasp.
The next moment, the sharp blade pierced Ronan's throat with lightning speed.
This three-word attack is deep, fast, accurate, and ruthless. The sudden attack is extremely powerful. The blade cuts through the air silently, and it will penetrate Ronan's vital point in an instant.
However, Ronan seemed to have been prepared. The moment the tip of the knife hit his throat, he grasped the blade.
The old tailor's expression suddenly changed!
This knife of his gathered all the strength of his body, and the tailor's knife in his hand was also a specially made melee weapon with extraordinary characteristics. It could easily penetrate the steel plate with one blow.
And the blade is also extremely sharp.
But Ronan held the blade with his bare hands, and actually blocked the blade with his flesh and blood, preventing him from thrusting any further.
How strong is this young police officer?
The horror in the old tailor's heart really cannot be described in words.
But he was an experienced veteran after all. Realizing the power of Ronan, he immediately let go of the weapon in his hand.
The whole person then flew backwards.
If you can't beat him, just run away. A real assassin never confronts a strong enemy!
Bang! Bang!
The old tailor had just retreated four or five steps away when the crisp sound of gunshots suddenly rang out.
Two bright balls of blood burst out from his legs and knees at the same time!
"Ah!"
The screams echoed through the shop, carrying unspeakable pain and despair.
The old tailor fell to the ground, holding his legs and rolling around!
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