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Chapter 243 - 176: There Must Be Something Despicable About A Pitiful Person_2

Chapter 243: Chapter 176: There Must Be Something Despicable About A Pitiful Person_2

After waiting for a long time, ordinary people really couldn’t stand it.

Under Shi San’s lead, everyone switched on the flashlights they had temporarily bought and headed in the direction to their left.

Soon afterwards.

Some light and the sound of flowing water came from up ahead.

"Woof~"

Shi San barked and quickly dashed forward.

The next second.

Cursing came from up front.

In less than a second, the cursing turned into screams and groans.

...

By the time Brian and the others caught up, Shi San was baring his teeth and snarling in front of a long-haired man who was howling with his hand covered, preventing the man from escaping.

This place was a drainage turn-off point, several pipes converged here, and iron bars overhead provided faint light. There were tents piled up on the terrace, along with a cooking tripod.

Beneath the tripod was a pile of bones.

Judging by the shape of the skulls, they seemed to be dog bones.

Beside the bones hung a row of dried rat carcasses and snake strips that appeared to be cured and were bone-dry.

What caught the eye the most was a few ropes and pieces of cloth tied to the overhead iron bars, forming a strange ’swing’.

When Brian saw the swing, he realized it.

This guy was the murderer they were looking for.

In front of the man, there was a mobile phone with its screen still lit.

Brian put on gloves, picked up the phone, and discovered that it was in the midst of texting someone, using a feminine tone with some mushy words...

No.

He was a bit puzzled.

In this environment, how did the other party manage to catfish online?

...

"Damn dog!"

"I’ll kill you..."

The long-haired man on the ground, seeing that Shi San didn’t continue the attack, cursed in Chinese and grabbed a metal rod, getting ready to fight Shi San desperately, but was startled by the dazzling flashlight and instinctively covered his eyes.

Feeling a sudden shock in his heart, he lowered his hand, squinting his eyes, and looked toward Green in front with a vicious tone, "Beat it, this is my turf!"

He could handle one person!

Homeless people fear getting hurt, so they rarely fight.

This was the jungle rule he had learned over his more than a year of vagrant life!

Green’s friends were speechless as they pulled out a pistol from their waistband, "Green, do you often come across such dim-witted criminals?"

The long-haired man was startled and pulled aside the hair that was blocking his right field of vision, only to be shocked to realize that to the right of Green, there stood several black and burly African Americans.

Damn!

It wasn’t one person!

He threw himself to the ground, pleading in broken English, "Take everything, just don’t beat me..."

Everyone: ...

After handcuffing the man.

The group found the victims’ computer in the long-haired man’s pile of trash along with a dozen mobile phones, some money, and a lot of random stuff.

Among these items, there were even several well-preserved dried ’human penises’..

Brian waved his hand speechlessly, "Take him back. Tonight, I will have the team leader issue you an expense form as a reward for your friend’s efforts."

"Long live Boss Brian!"

Green’s friends cheered and efficiently bound the long-haired man, carrying him out like a dead dog.

The remaining items could only be left for the nearby patrol officers to help pack and take away.

...

In the afternoon.

Interrogation room of Team B6.

Brian and Green sat at the table, looking at the long-haired man in front, "Tell us, how did you use the internet to catfish those international students, lure them out, and then cruelly murder them?"

The long-haired man remained silent.

Brian shook his head, "Green, go turn off the surveillance."

Saying that.

He picked up the Bible laid on the table and pulled out a hammer from his pocket, smiling as he approached the long-haired man.

Now he was scared, "What are you going to do! This is illegal, I will complain about you, isn’t it said in the United States that you value human rights the most, I have rights!"

"Seems like you’re quite familiar with this Great Memory Recovery Technique, huh?"

Brian tapped the Bible with the hammer, "So do you need treatment first, then a confession, or are you going to confess straight away?"

"I’ll confess, I’ll confess!"

The long-haired man became intimidated, clearly having suffered from this kind of treatment before.

Under Brian’s questioning.

Through the long-haired man’s intermittent confessions, Brian also came to understand what had happened.

The long-haired man’s real name was Zhou Shun, in his homeland, he was nothing but a petty thief with a wife. By a streak of luck, he learned about the United States, the Dream Realm.

So he sold his parents’ house and borrowed from every friend and relative, then brought his wife, relying on various connections, and after enduring all sorts of dismal events, finally made it to the United States.

In this process, he lost his wife and money.

He got away himself, but penniless, he had no choice but to live off his delicate skin which had been nurtured by a life of indolence, sticking with a strong Mexican and only then reaching the United States.

Upon arrival, he instantly abandoned the Mexican who had helped him clear his guts, ready to embrace the freedom of the United States.

But everything was different from what he knew.

Without an identity, his best bet was to work in some Chinese-owned restaurants as an illegal worker and then exchange work cards...

All in all, it was both tiring and dirty.

Back in his homeland, he was lazy to begin with. He thought that by coming to this Dream Realm, he could live the life of a Parasite on welfare as written in the U.S. publications.

It was nothing like that!

So he lost his wife, his innocence, and almost his life coming here for what?

Wasn’t it all in vain?

Working was out of the question.

Eventually, this guy ended up mingling in the homeless camp, living off food handouts, dumpster diving, and deceiving some well-intentioned fellow countrymen to scrape by.