At the door of the special morgue, several policemen were gathering to smoke. A policeman who was even darker than a black man was raping and gesturing and whispering: "...Fifteen, all of them were killed with one knife, either cutting their throats or piercing their hearts. Those who kill people are definitely professional killers. Even if they are so cruel, they are not so accurate!"

"Isn't this nonsense? Ordinary people dare not pretend to be a policeman and throw pineapples into Basong's car!" Another big-seater policeman said: "Basong has been in Chiang Mai for so many years. If his son hadn't wanted to rape someone's girlfriend, he wouldn't have been killed in the whole family. All four sons were killed!"

"So how important the ideological education of children is..." The only police superintendent present summarized the principles of life with emotion. As soon as he was halfway through his words, he suddenly shouted alertly towards the corridor covered by darkness: "Who!"

Several other police officers also rushed into the state of fighting, shouting while pulling their guns at the darkness.

"Cough cough, cough cough..." A dry cough sound came from the darkness. When the police heard this familiar voice, the police officer was stunned at first, and then he met the voice. Who doesn't know that the general inspector guessed it was an old pharyngitis for many years? It can't get rid of it, especially in a bad air environment, the coughing will never end.

He hurriedly threw half of the cigarette in his hand into the watery spittoon, and the police officer stood at attention: "Sir!"

The other police officers were stunned. When they saw Chachai's hunched figure completely appearing under the light, there was another burst of people rushing over, and the burning cigarette butts were thrown into the spittoon. Then they stood in a neat row, keeping their formation to salute the highest officer of the Chiang Mai police.

Chachai was in his fifties, not only short but also hunched over, his little head was bare and bare. He was about the same as an old man who picked up rags on the roadside without wearing a police uniform, but his temperament was aggressive.

His small eyes looked very sharp, and just a glance made the police scared them so much that they didn't dare to let out.

"Everything is serious!" Chachai scolded himself with a angrily voice: "Look at the door, no one is allowed to go in!"

"Yes!" The Superintendent quickly took his friends to thrust his chest together, and his heels hit his heels.

Chachai turned around but changed his face and said to the person behind him with a smile: "Sir, please come in!"

At this time, the police noticed the person behind Chachai. Chachai was already very short. The man was shorter than Chachai. He was wearing a black cloak, and a pair of big black feet in straw sandals were exposed under the black cloak. He stood behind Chachai without saying a word, causing them to not see him at the beginning.

The person in the black cloak did not answer, and without any hesitation, he pushed the door open with a "smack" on the straw sandals.

"Hey--" The policeman, who was even darker than the black man, shouted in a daze. Chacha, the Superintendent and his friends all stared at him in unison, but so many eyes were not as stressed as the person in the black cloak alone. The black policeman just looked at him with the person in the black cloak, and the eyes hidden in the shadows, which seemed to be a venomous snake, made him feel cold all over in an instant.

After staring at him, the person in the black cloak continued to walk in. Chachai followed closely behind the black cloak, stopped in front of the black policeman, stretched out a finger and pointed at him meaningfully, then pointed at the other policeman one by one, and finally landed on the tip of the police superintendent's nose, scolded sternly: "Let me know, no one is allowed to go in, otherwise I will only ask!"

"Yes!" The police superintendent stood attentively and saluted, then looked at the Black Cloak and Chacha in amazement...

When the door was closed, the police and his friends breathed a sigh of relief. The police officer Dabanya couldn't help but ask the police officer in a low voice: "Boss, why did the boss come here so late? Who was that weird guy just now? Why did the boss bring that weird guy in? It's not that no one is sure..."

"Why are you 100,000?" The police slapped him in the head. He turned around and was about to teach the black policeman a lesson, but it was found that the black policeman was still standing attentively, as if he had lost his soul. The police slammed his head and was too lazy to say anything else.

If he was careful, he would see that the black policeman had a pale face and no blood, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, his eyes were covered with bloodshot like spider webs, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare...

...

In the morgue, the general inspector of the Chiang Mai police guessed that he was like a little slave, running in front of him, rushing to lift the white cloth covering Basong for the person in the black cloak, and then stood respectfully on the side, nodding and wailing with a flattering smile, comparable to the loyal ministers and the central government of the Qing Dynasty.

The man in the black cloak stretched out a pair of black hands like braised chicken feet and lifted the cape, revealing a head that was more skinny than a skeleton. The two deep-sinked small eyeballs emitted a seeping green light, like a poisonous snake staring at Basong's corpse viciously.

"It took me five years to eliminate dissidents for him and assassinate powerful enemies. I worked hard and tried my best to finally push him to the position of the leader of Chiang Mai. In the next twenty-five years, I also solved many open and secret troubles for him, so that he became a national hero and underground emperor in the hearts of Chiang Mai people.

"It's all because he deserves this. No one knows my mind better than him. No one understands my needs better than him. No one understands my needs better than him. No one." His voice was like scratching the glass with his fingernails. It made people feel uncomfortable. He paused for a moment and turned his eyes to Chachai: "Who is it? Who killed him?"

"Master," Chachai, in an environment where no one was in the dark cloak, changed his name to the person in the black cloak: "On the day when the accident happened, Basong was going to deal with a Chinese. The Chinese was really good at fighting, and killed fifteen people of Basong alone.

"But according to our expert evaluation, the person who killed Basong and his bodyguard should not be the Chinese.

"The person who killed Basong has greater power to attack, faster, more responsive, and has stronger ability to seize opportunities!

"He has reached the peak level of human personal force. Only professional killers or mercenaries can have this level..."
Chapter completed!