Someone's torturing a dog in the suburbs and filming it, and I see if it's not the murderer

The attorney gave us a packet containing a copy of YasinChen's personal accounts for the last five years.

We found that in May 2013, February and July 2014, he purchased three properties, two in Shenzhen and one in Zhuhai, totaling more than 10 million yuan, at full price.

Investment property is not unusual, the strange thing is that the owner of these three suites are a person named Gordon, the full name of the account bank in the name of the Agricultural Bank of China Fengshun County Branch. This behavior is very much like money laundering - the illegal proceeds of the real estate transfer, into legitimate gains.

FuBian started a mutual aid society for ex-prisoners, from which he recruited henchmen who basically fit two profiles: they had been in prison and had inverted bat tattoos on their bodies.

Prison experience Inverted bat tattoo on the body

In order to check whether Gordon had a criminal record, Fyren searched for "Gordon" and "Fengshun" in the Judicial Cases website, and found a judgment that matched: Gordon was sentenced to one year's imprisonment for opening a casino in Guangzhou in April 2010, and was released from prison in March November. In April 2010, Gordon was sentenced to one year's imprisonment in Guangzhou for running a casino, and was released from prison in March 11th. The household registration is Fengshun County, Meizhou City, Guangdong Province.

Like Gordon, the owner of the three properties, he may be one of the Batistas.

Our guess is that after Gordon was released from prison, he was taken under FuBian's wing and returned home to carry out illegal schemes and launder money through his accomplice YasinChen.

Through him, he might be able to identify the FuBian stronghold, and Fyren reads it and burns the accounting documents.

We drove more than four hours from Shenzhen, and it was 6 p.m. when we arrived at the Fengshun County branch of the Agricultural Bank of China on Dongshan Road in Tangkeng Town.

Out of convenience, people will choose to get their cards from banks near their place of residence.

It's a small town and Gordon is a local, so we figured he didn't live far from the bank, and with his considerable assets, he must be well known in the area.

In Fung Shun County, the Chaozhou and Hakka communities are intertwined, and both languages are spoken. I asked Gordon in Chaozhou at the cell phone store opposite the bank, and the other person shook his head and said he didn't know him. I went to another store, Fyren bought a box of Hibiscus King, I asked the shopkeeper if he knew Gordon, the shopkeeper was playing "Fight the Landlord" and didn't look up, "You mean Blaze, right, along Tangkeng Road to the south of a hundred meters, turn into a small road, there's a "Fu Gui Dinning House" is his. "

"Soup Pit Road is on the south side, why are you driving north." I watched Fyren drive around the corner, unsure.

"This is a spa mecca, I just booked a hotel, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Fyren stepped on the gas.

We had Crispy Suckling Pig with Seafood in Casserole, White Cut Duck, Cordyceps Flower Chicken Soup, and also ordered the specialty snack of this place, Bamboo Shoots. Steamed rice skin is wrapped with bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, and shrimp, and then drizzled with sauce, and it tastes like Canton style sausage noodle, but the rice skin is more elastic, and more ingredients are used, making it satisfying to eat.

After eating and soaking in the hot springs, it felt like it was worth the trip.

At night in the room searched the Fengshun forum and posting, learned that the "rich and noble restaurant" reputation, the surface is a place to eat, but the real attraction is inside the dogfighting competitions.

From the netizen sent live photos, the center of the field of play has a square concrete, expanding outward into a stepped bleachers, the middle circle out of a square iron fence, iron fence inside a black dog and yellow dog in the tear, the ground is blood, two fighting dogs standing next to a bald referee, holding a board, standing outside the fence full of exuberance, not far away from the wall plastered with a slogan: "civilized spectatorship and stop gambling".

"The signs are for the inspectors, there's no dogfighting that doesn't involve gambling, either Gordon's so goddamned good he can buy people off, or they have a hidden gambling method." Fyren has been exposed to dogfighting before and knows some of the ins and outs.

"Both parties to the bet, the owners of the dogfight, have to sign a dogfighting contract with the stake, the time, the venue and the method of betting. Go over tomorrow and take a look."

At about 9:00 a.m., we drove to the Fortune Restaurant, where a tall, thin man stopped our car at the door. He knocked on the car window and held out his hand, "Entrance fee, 300 per person."

"Dude, we're dog owners here to talk about the race." Fyren handed the tall, thin man a cigarette.

"Anyone who comes has to pay an entrance fee."

"How many games are we up to now?" Fyren asked.

"Second game." The tall, thin man replied.

"How many shows are there today?" Fyren asked again.

"Two."

"That three hundred isn't right, is it, there's only one game left." Fyren took out a pack of Hibiscus King from his locker, pulled out another three hundred, and handed them together to the tall thin man, "Two people, three hundred." The other party waved his hand and let us in.

We parked in the vacant lot and there was a cacophony of noise coming from deep within the dining room, which must have been a dog fighting ring. We went straight into the restaurant, and from the menu posted on the wall, the main attraction was the dog casserole.

Fyren told the front desk that we were dog owners coming in to inquire about dog fighting and wanted to meet the owner, Gordon. the front desk told us to wait on a nearby couch.

Shortly afterward, a guy with an eight-pointed mustache came in, wearing drawstring black pants. He said Blaze was at the dogfighting ring, and Fyren said he was tired of watching dogfighting, so he would wait until he was done. Fyren said he was tired of watching dogfighting and would wait until he was done. The guy said he would wait in his office first, and then took us up to the second floor to an office at the far end of the hallway.

We gave the eight-bearded guy our fake names, and just as we sat down, he brought two contracts, "Brother Chen, Brother Li, this is the dogfighting contract, so take a look at it first." The contract is just two pages long, and the content is as Fyren described last night.

"What breed of dog, please?" The guy asked.

"Pitbull." Fyren prepared beforehand, "Male dog, 48 pounds."

"Contracts start at fifty thousand dollars, and you can get other people in. if it's OK, let's set up a time to weigh the dog, inspect it, and board it here before race day. Have to pay a deposit of two thousand dollars first." The guy said.

"It's all fine." Fyren said, "We'll talk to Blaze today and bring the dog over after we're sure."

The guy glanced out the window, "The game is ending, Blaze is coming over."

"Has Gordon ever been a chef?" I wondered, "Why does everyone call him Blaze."

"Hey." The guy didn't answer, pulling out his cell phone and tapping on a video.

It's a dogfighting video of a black Pit Bull biting the neck of a white Pit Bull, with the white dog covered in blood, lying on its side, twitching on all fours, and defeated.

The referee separates the black dog with a board and announces the result as the white dog struggles to his feet and walks over to his master. The owner, holding a machete, yells, "Fuck!" The knife goes down, the dog's head falls to the ground, and blood spurts outward from the neck of the standing dog, which takes two steps and then collapses. The crowd around them cheers and the knife-wielder, with a full face and a big grin, is Gordon.

We had only seen his appearance before, but now in the video, we saw his burly body, the machete, and that inverted bat tattoo on his right arm. We were struck by the fact that he was the masked man who had set a trap and attacked us in the rotten building in Guangzhou!

"It's over." The guy looked out the window again, "Blaze is coming over."

"Hello." I sneak a call to Fyren in my coat pocket and he picks up, "Okay, okay, we're rushing back now." When he hung up, he told the guy, "There was a family emergency and we had to pull out, we'll bring the dog straight over another day and sign the contract on the way. Please apologize to Blaze and go ahead."

If Gordon had found out, we probably wouldn't have been able to leave the dog park today.

We walk out of the office and down the nearest hallway when we hear talking downstairs and Blaze is walking up. We return and head for the other side of the building at a quick pace, still explaining to the eight-bearded guy, "The car is parked over there." Run down the stairs, get into the car, and drive away.

I saw the tall skinny guy on the phone before I left the house, and Fyren had his hands on the steering wheel so tightly that if the car was stopped, I knew he'd step on the gas and take off.

Passed the tall skinny guy, who had just finished a phone call, saw us and waved at us.

We opened the Fortune Restaurant.

The car was waiting for the red light at the intersection, Fyren said, "You've noticed it too." I nodded, not far from the rearview mirror, there is a brown Hyundai, Guangdong D, Shantou license plate, since we left the "rich and noble restaurant", has been following.

Fyren looked at the navigation and drove towards the crowded road with Hyundai trailing, two cars separating us.

The car moved with the traffic and gradually drove to the intersection, where it was discovered that the reason for the traffic jam was that there were people parading around, the leader holding up a large black and white picture of a woman.

Next to them, someone held up a loudspeaker and shouted, "Daphne illegally raised funds and absconded with the money, requesting the government to severely punish him and return our hard-earned money!" A long line of people followed behind, some of them pulling long banners.

Fyren honked his horn long and hard, squeezing through the gap in the middle of the crowd and pulling out of the long line, the car turned right, went forward a bit, and turned into a side street. We got rid of the stalker and headed back to the hotel.

Shortly after sitting down, there is a sudden knock on the door.Fyren looks at me and asks, "Who is it!" The response is another knock: two knocks, on one knuckle, crisp.

Fyren signaled to me as he climbed out of the room window and down the eaves to the hallway for a back-and-forth attack.

I nod and yell at the door, "Incoming!" Side-stepped to the door, blocking the cat's eye with a rolled-up tube of newspaper first - to get away with it if whoever was outside had a gun or something and crashed it into the door. But there was no response, and a third knock rang out.

I saw the other face through the cat's eye and had a moment's wobble, stopping Fyren, who was ready to go out the window, "It's Haley.""Who?" Fyren didn't hear.

"The case of the double madness in Shantou." I prompted.

Fyren steps forward, I open the door, and Haley, wearing a black coat and light makeup and carrying a white paper bag in her hand, snaps before I can say anything, "Let me in before we talk."

I probed the hallway to the left and right and closed the door.Haley hung her coat on a coat rack, pulled a bottle of Budweiser out of the liquor cabinet, opened it, put the paper bag on the coffee table, and took a seat on the couch.

"What's in the bag?" Fyren was alert.

"Oh, for Donovan." Haley reaches into the paper bag, Fyren postures back. haley pulls a jar out of it and looks at me, "your neck is ok, this ointment works wonders on scars, try it."

"What's up." Fyren stood with his arms folded.

"I'm here to help you."

"Help us?" Fyren was dismissive, "Why should I trust you?"

"With this." Haley pulled out an access card and threw it on the coffee table, "This is a universal access card equipped by the hotel housekeeping staff, all rooms are accessible, I just stole it by hand, I also have a crossbow in my car, tonight when you all go to sleep, one of you will be killed on the spot with an arrow."

"We have security door stops." Fyren retorted.

"You didn't anon."

"I'm a light sleeper at night, I wake up when the wind blows." Fyren retorted again.

"Getting down to business," I stop, "what can you do to help?"

"Help ye get the Bat, FuBian," Haley said, "I'm going to get free and have to get away from him first. I'll give you guys intel, and you help me get the Bat. Can we cooperate?"

"Playing the infernal game, huh?" Fyren questioned, "You can go to the police."

"First, I don't want to go to jail. Second, even if I call the police, I won't be able to tell you where the bats are, and he might find out and bite me back."

"If we don't know the whereabouts of the bat, how are we going to help you with him?"

"Through Blaze, he's Bat's hit man, specializing in helping him with his aftermath. Definitely knows where the Bat is." Haley set the bottle on the table, "I'll tell you everything I know, cooperation or not is up to you."

FuBian, nicknamed Bat, was exposed to cults while studying in the United States, and upon his return to China, he convinced YasinChen, a classmate who admired him, to provide funds for him to start a crime syndicate.

Bat currently has six henchmen.

No. 1 member YasinChen, whose father is a real estate tycoon, has been trying to replace his own brother, NathanChen, as the corporate heir.

The second member, Gordon, nicknamed Blaze, owns a dogfighting ring and kills without a care in the world.

Daciy, member number four, worked as a nanny and took care of seven people who died in two years.

Member number five, Xi, a garage mechanic, killed a man by faking a car accident and was later bitten by a poisonous snake.

"There's another one named Shane, a member of the Sixth, psychopathic but smart, the Bat's master-at-arms, and now the man owns a snake farm in Chaozhou, where Xi was killed with a poisonous snake." Haley said, "YasinChen, the wealthy man, Blaze, the hitman, and Shane, the master-at-arms, these three have access to the bats."

"What about you, how do you harm people?"

"I'm member number three, with a body, and a bow."

Haley, whose real name is Halecy, was born in 1987 and is from Changsha. On a summer night in 2010, she was raped while returning home from work, and later learned that her rapist had AIDS, which she unfortunately contracted.

Rapist was locked up in Foshan Prison, after serving a year, 2011 on medical parole, medical treatment to participate in the bat during the release of mutual aid meetings, the residual evil inside the FuBian aroused, to tell the truth: the rape of the girl is very beautiful, but also want to re-crime. To spread his disease to more people, pulling one more person to be buried with him is earning.

Because of AIDS, Haley felt the dislike of her family, if any, so she lived alone, broken. She tried to die a few times, but it didn't work out. Because of her emptiness and despair, she developed the idea of revenge on men and started dating online.

A man arrives in response to an appointment. He was long, thin, short-haired, wore a pair of glasses, and was well-mannered. All men are beasts, until the other man tells her that his name is FuBian, and he wants Haley to join him, and he'll help her get revenge.

He led her inside a large barn in Guangzhou, a muggy summer day in 2011, and there were layers of fog in the early morning air that clung to her body and made Haley feel clammy.

FuBian turns on a spotlight on the roof of the shed and there is a man upside down in the middle of the barn, recognizing the face, Haley takes two steps back in fear, her backside is held up, and FuBian tells her, "He's the same man who raped you two years ago. He didn't get what he deserved."

The rapist was tied to a cross stake, upside down, behind a two-meter-high board.

He was naked, with an inverted pentagram drawn on his chest, filled with an inverted bat design. He shook his head vigorously, his face was bloodshot and red, and he could only whimper because his mouth was sealed.

FuBian hands Haley a crossbow, takes her hand, and tells her to stand outside a white line drawn on the ground. haley is five meters from the rapist.

The barn was empty, but sweltering, sweat dripping down her face.Haley took the crossbow as the rapist squirmed and let out a louder whimper. "Think about how he hurt you two years ago, purposely passing AIDS on to you. People like that only do more harm to the world when they're kept around." FuBian whispers in Haley's ear and Haley closes her eyes, "Buckle down, get it over with."

She shot a total of ten arrows. The first arrow shot out of the range of the wooden board and pierced into the darkness. Five of the arrows pierced the board. The remaining four hit the rapist's body: one at the base of the thigh, one in the abdomen, one through the ribs, and the fatal arrow hit the rapist's neck, where blood flowed along the shaft and pooled and dangled at the feather.

When his medical parole expired, the rapist did not report to work, and upon police examination, his whereabouts became a mystery and a wanted notice was issued. But the body was actually taken by Blaze at the time, and Haley doesn't know how the body was destroyed.

"That's how I joined the Bat's criminal organization." Haley said, "He got me a fake identity and arranged for me to commit crimes in Shantou. I became Haley, a native of Guiyang, born in 1989, Aquarius, blood type O."

In 2011, Shantou saw the rise of various nightclubs, and Haley worked as a hostess at the Yindu Nightclub, using sex as a weapon to maximize her crime by hooking up with rich young men and playboys and infecting them with AIDS.

In order to conceal his identity, FuBian spent a lot of money to set up a cooperation between "Yindu Night Club" and a PUTIEN hospital, which regularly gives free medical checkups to all the staff of the club, and the club puts the hospital's propaganda leaflets in each room. FuBian replaced Haley's blood with a tube of clean O-type blood during the checkups.

"If I can get rid of the bats, I'll find a seaside town to live in seclusion, and with this false identity, I'll have at least a few years to live."

In June 2014, Bat contacted Haley and asked her to do her a favor and lure two nightwalkers into a trap, "without killing them, and find an opportunity to infect them with AIDS."

"I tried." Haley said, "I seduced you guys in Shantou, but you didn't respond in the slightest, unlike the men I've met. Unless you guys are Gay."

"What happened to the AIDS guy who snuck up on me in the restroom?" I asked.

"Last year Bat asked me to compile a list of people infected with AIDS for him." Haley pulled a folded piece of white paper out of a paper bag and unfolded it on a few, "He recruited killers from it, promising to compensate their families with a large sum of money upon their deaths. They were all about to die and willingly sold their lives for the large sum."

"We are not cooperating, please leave." Fyren said.

"I'll pay a very sizable fee." Haley stood up, "No more thinking about it?"

"Good words don't come twice." Fyren squared his shoulders.

"Blaze has a fetish for cashing in cash for gold, gold is his life, no one knows where he hides it, you guys find the gold and you can subdue him." Haley looks at me, "He kills without a second thought, you guys be careful."

After Haley left, Fyren swept her range of motion with an anti-bugging detector, focusing on the jar of ointment, with no luck. "It doesn't feel like she's cheating." I said.

"Not in the same league as her, go your own way before you cause more trouble." Fyren gathers her things, "Change places to live." I ended up putting the ointment and list away in my bag.

"Fortune Restaurant" directly across the street there is a seven-day hotel, we booked a standard room on the top floor, and when night falls, we turn off the lights, close the curtains, and use binoculars and telephoto lenses to peep at the activities in the restaurant on the other side of the street - in addition to the restaurant deep in the dogfighting arena is blocked by the bushes, the other a glimpse of the scene.

It was normal for two days in a row. We figured out the activity pattern of the diner's personnel. The dogfight would end in the morning, and Blaze would drive off in his Mercedes.

The restaurant operated until ten o'clock at night, and the staff left by eleven o'clock. At 11:30, the tall, skinny guy who asked us for an entrance fee would push a bucket truck filled with pieces of meat to feed the dogs towards the dog fighting ring. He spent the night at the restaurant.

The diner was closed until the third night, when a white car drove into the diner at about ten o'clock, stopped in front of the hotel, and Blaze himself, dressed in a suit, went out to receive it, and out of the car stepped a woman, who was holding a little boy in her hand.

About two hours later, Blaze and the tall, skinny man came out of the restaurant, by now Blaze was wearing a gray shirt, black rubber gloves on his hands, and a yellow cloth around his waist; he whispered something in the tall, skinny man's ear, and the other man nodded his head, and got into the white car that drove up, and drove off out of the diner.

In another half hour, Blaze rolled out a bucket truck full of meat, headed for the dog park, and then back to the hotel, where he drove off at 1:13.

"That woman looks familiar." I look in the dark at the close-up of the woman's face I just took with my telephoto camera and hand it to Fyren, "Does it ring a bell?"

Fyren looked at it, shook his head, stood up, and took his jacket off the hanger, "Let's go inside before the tall skinny guy comes back."

The dogs in the restaurant barked incessantly, and we sneaked in, causing more barking, but outsiders could not notice the difference, but I was afraid that some crazy dogs would suddenly run out, and I weighed the stunner in my coat pocket.

Fyren headed toward the dog park, and I asked softly from behind, "This is a dog park, what if a dog breaks free?"

"Just run, aren't you a fast runner?" Fyren says, "Randomize."

Every bark was stimulating my nerves of fear, I didn't tell Fyren that I had been chased out of the shadows by a dog when I was a kid, and I was still afraid, so I went hard.

I followed him to the dogfighting ring - that mysterious place blocked by the trees. A single dog cage stood out in plain sight, glowing red, green and blue where the flashlight shone. Each one was a large dog, and when they saw us approaching, they were completely cranky, barking furiously, biting at the cages to break free, their breath rising in a white mist on a cold day. I backed away in fear, my legs weak.

Fyren makes a slight shushing sound with his left hand in the air in a pressing gesture, calming the situation slightly. He turns his head to see me blushing, "You're afraid of dogs." I nodded and he added, "Then you keep watch here and I'll go in and watch." I said, "Better together, quick and dirty."

Deeper still there was another source of barking, and we went further in until there was no way out, a clearing and fence in front of us, and the light of our flashlights converged on a green canvas on the ground: the harsher barking was coming from within.

Fyren lifted a corner of the canvas, "Come see." He lifted the canvas more.

A fishy stench came over me.

It was a round pit four meters in diameter and about three meters high, and the top of the pit was covered with an iron fence that was covered with a waterproof canvas.

Inside the pit, packs of dogs scurry about, the dogs here are dirtier, crazier, meaner, leaner than the fighting dogs in the kennels outside, and when they see someone at the top, they look fierce and leap upwards as if to bite us into the pit.

"Fuckin' hell! Nobody scream!" There was a sudden bellow from outside, accompanied by the sound of metal banging, the voice of the tall, thin man. The barking around us was so loud we hadn't heard the rattle of the car pulling into the diner, and now that the tall, thin man was back and coming toward the dog pit, we had no way out.

"Get in! Hurry up!" Fyren pushes the iron fence covering the dog pit half a meter, leaving a gap open, and gestures for me to duck in.

"Get in there, are you crazy?" I shivered slightly.

"Not into it, climb on the back of the fence and cover it with canvas." Fyren urges, "Come on!"

In desperation, I had no choice but to get into the dog pit, climbed inside with both hands along the bars, holding onto the bars, my legs stuck between the bars, and my whole body parallel to the top of the dog pit.

Fyren lays the canvas down and burrows in as well. The tall, thin man's footsteps approached. The mad dog at the bottom kept scurrying and jumping, trying to bite us, and I could feel the hot breath the dog was exhaling.

My whole body was shaking with inhibition, sweat all over my body, and Fyren stopped me from trying to look down with his hand, making a closed-eye expression, his face very calm.

"Don't scream!" The tall, skinny man shouted, and Fyren flicked in the opposite direction of where he stood, and the canvas was lifted halfway up, and we were still dangling inside it, but I couldn't move, and if he lifted it again, I'd be exposed.

"And bark!" From between the rails on my left, a sharpened iron rod flew in, plunging straight into the belly of a dog and pulling it out again, blood splattering my face as the dogs subsided for a moment, their attention going to their wounded companions, who surrounded the injured dog and tore into it, and beneath me, the sound of lunging resounded, the wailing of a dog and the hissing of a pack of dogs.

The canvas was covered again, and the tall thin man's footsteps went away. My whole body deflated, and I clung to the bars for fear of falling through physical exhaustion; Fyren supported me with one hand, and slowly squeezed me to the exit, where I burrowed out, and lay down on the flat ground panting profusely for a few minutes before I calmed down. "Next time I'd rather fuck with that guy than go down a dog hole."

"Come here." Fyren lifted the canvas and peered in with his flashlight; the pack of dogs had no time for us, gnawing on the bodies of their companions. On the other side of the clearing, a couple of weak dogs were gnawing on a pair of severed hands, the two remaining fingernails coated in red nail polish and a silver chain hanging from the arm.

"I remember!" I whispered, "The woman who came to the diner, it was Daphne!"

"Who?" Fyren wondered.

"Yesterday's parade, the leader was holding up a big black and white picture of Daphne," I said, "when it was said that she was illegally collecting money and absconding with it."

Daphne's husband, nicknamed Rogue, does private lending, is very friendly, and gives a much higher interest rate than the bank, and the villagers trust him, and more and more people put their spare money with him, charging interest every month.

Two months ago, he took a bath at home in the gas accidentally died, the funeral soon after the incident, one after another borrowers came to his home, and Rogue's wife, Daphne, indicated that he wanted to put the money back in his home.Daphne vowed, you put the money here will not be a penny less, and so on the husband's aftermath is completed, the full amount of the return.

Two weeks ago, some villagers went to her house again to ask for money and found it empty. They thought she had absconded with the money, rallied the borrowers, called the police and filed a case, but the person was not found and the police suggested legal proceedings. Some of them wanted to stigmatize her and printed black-and-white photos of her and paraded her in the form of a funeral to denounce her.

Daphne's house is a self-built, three-story building with a garage on the first floor and people living on the second and third floors. The garage door was covered in red paint and there was a surveillance camera on top of the door, so we looked for another way to get in - from the next building.

The building next door was a rental building, four floors, we entered the building while the delivery guy was opening the door, went to the balcony, Fyren unlocked the balcony door, we climbed down along the steel bars protruding from the side wall, ready to borrow Daphne's balcony water tank to pad our feet, we found a couple of shoe prints on the tank, they were clearly visible due to the thick dust covering them, I took out my card camera to take a picture of it, and both of us jumped and fell down to the ground.

The room wasn't cluttered, but the closet was missing most of the clothes and the jewelry box was empty, so Daphne must have been ready to abscond and was not coerced into going to the Blaze Diner.

Fyren pointed to the bedside table photo of Daphne, who wore a silver bracelet on her right arm - consistent with the severed hand that had appeared inside the dog pit that night.

The toilet in the room is two meters long, one meter and a half wide, and in such a small space there is a washing machine, a toilet, and a liquefied petroleum gas (LPG) bottle next to the toilet, with the valve at the mouth of the bottle in a closed state, and a yellow hose connecting the LPG bottle to the water heater on the top, and the toilet does not have a window.

There is an exhaust fan in the ceiling of the south side of the toilet, Fyren opened the switch inside the toilet and found that the light can be bright, but the exhaust fan did not move. Carefully look at the water heater and gas pipe interface, there are signs of loosening.Fyren cover the toilet lid, stand on, break open the exhaust fan cover, with a flashlight, found the fan blade bearings bundled up with long hair, Fyren pulled off a few of them in a Ziploc bag. "The bearings were chewed up.Daphne's husband died of poisoning from a gas leak in the shower. The exhaust fan was broken and the gas line connection wasn't tight, so it should have been a frame-up."

Contact bearing long hair, "Could Daphne have done it?"

"Not sure yet." Fyren said, "Gotta find out who the shoe prints are on the water tank?"

Since Daphne's disappearance, many borrowers have taken her to court, and since it was a public case, we attended the court.

Daphne, naturally, did not appear in court, but was replaced by her mother, who produced her cell phone in court and testified that at 00:25 a.m. on January 27, 2015, Daphne sent her mother a text message mentioning that she was taking her children out of the country to get away from the storm. When she called again, her cell phone stayed off.

We also found an anonymous thread on the Fengshun forum posting Daphne's absconding, posted on the evening of January 28, 2015, which contained a photo showing Daphne's car photographed at the Chiu Wai highway exit, with the poster speculating that she may have fled in the direction of the Pearl River Delta.

The car was hers, but Daphne was killed on January 28th, when the driver was a tall, thin man. When the restaurant was open at night, we searched for the public WiFi outside the walls of the restaurant with our computers, and the first time we went there, we saw the password for the restaurant on the wall was eight 8. When we connected to the restaurant's WiFi, we looked at the IP of the local area network, and compared with the anonymous IP on the forums, and confirmed that it was the same one.

Skinny Tall took Daphne's car on the night of the 27th, snapped photos close to the highway exit, and then returned to the diner to confuse the public by posting photos on forums that she had escaped.

"Light rain tomorrow." Fyren looks at the weather forecast, "We'll move after the rain."

Waiting for the rain to come, the rain to stop. "The Fortune Restaurant is open for business and the Fortune Restaurant is closed. We want to use this rain to confirm a suspicion, "Fortune Restaurant" at the gate is a piece of mud, every morning before the dogfighting competition, tall and thin will stand on the right side of the gate to charge, the mud after the rain wet, become soft, so you can see a clear shoe prints on it, I took a picture, back to the room and Daphne tank on the shoe prints to match, confirmed that the texture and size of the same. I took a photo of it and compared it with the one on Daphne's tank and confirmed that it was the same pattern and size.

Rogue's accidental death by gas may have been a premeditated murder by the Tall Man, whose actions were authorized by Blaze.

In addition to running a restaurant and gambling at a dogfighting ring, Blaze was also a loan shark. Summarizing the known clues, it is assumed that Rogue lent Blaze the money that the villagers kept in other places and took high interest from it.

In order to embezzle Rogue's payment, Blaze first let the tall and thin man sneak into Rogue's house and tamper with the water heater. after Rogue's accidental death, the borrowers naturally worry about the deposit and have to ask for the money from Daphne. perhaps taking advantage of her greed and encouraging her to abscond with her son, Blaze made an agreement with Daphne that she would come to his restaurant to get the money in the evening of January 27th, and then she was Blaze After that, she was killed by Blaze, dismembered and fed to the dog, and then let the tall and thin man disguise her to abscond and swallow the huge sum of money.

"The family uses this restroom," I wondered, "What if Rogue wasn't the one who was poisoned?"

"No matter who it is, if there's a death in his family, the borrower is going to want his money back." Fyren says, "Much like stocks, the slightest bit of negative news affects the entire market."

In Fengshun's forums, posting, we find the arrears of rights of the QQ group, before and after the use of a small number to add in, found that the group members have more than two hundred people, the highest amount of money deposited with five hundred thousand, low also have one or two million, the total amount of money total of ten million up and down.

I posted a photo of Daphne taking her son to Fortune Restaurant, saying that the person who drove Daphne's car away that day was not her, but that she had loaned everyone's money to Gordon, the owner of the restaurant, and that the money was now at Gordon's house.

Fyren also echoed in the group, saying that if we marched on like this, we would probably get nothing, and if it became a big deal, we would be detained for disturbing the peace, which is not worth the loss. Since Blaze's evidence of swallowing the money is overwhelming, there is strength in numbers, so let's go directly to his house and ask for an explanation.

In that situation, together with the photo corroboration, people are easily incited, we quickly reached a consensus, agreed to go to his home at nine o'clock that night downstairs civilized rights.

We checked out of the hotel and parked in the parking lot of Jinjiang Bellevue City, the neighborhood where Blaze lives.

At nine o'clock, the crowd of human rights defenders converged one after another downstairs at Blaze, pulling banners, shouting horns, attracting passers-by, and opening the windows of the upstairs tenants. We hid in the distance and watched.

Groups will make up their own stories based on factual snippets, and in the defenders' version, Gordon and Daphne fornicated, their son was their illegitimate child, and after Rogue's death, Daphne took her son and hid him at the residence of Gordon, her lover, to try to keep the huge sum of money private when the winds blew over.

About twenty minutes later, Blaze came downstairs. I pulled the camera in close.

Blaze was raging and swearing profanities until he saw someone holding up, as I had posted earlier in the group, the photo of Daphne meeting him at the diner with her son.Momentary panic spread across Blaze's brutal face, thinking his crime was exposed, and he whispered to the person who had shouted, then returned to the building.

If it's true, as Haley says, that Blaze cashed in his cash for gold, then he's going upstairs now to take the money and get ready to run. We go back to the parking lot and stare at Blaze's Mercedes from inside the car.

"He's panicking now, find the right moment to subdue him, use the money to force FuBian's whereabouts, then call the police." Fyren explains the operation and we follow Blaze's car from a distance.

The Mercedes drove south, and after a kilometer, we sensed that Blaze's destination was the diner. "What's he doing back at the diner?" I wondered.

Fyren parked the car diagonally across the street from the restaurant, the tall skinny guy was already waiting for Blaze at the door, but no one was inside before the restaurant closed.Blaze rolled down the window, talked to the tall skinny guy, and then drove into the restaurant.We got out of the car armed, "I'll take the tall skinny guy," I said to Fyren, "you follow Blaze. Blaze rolled down his window, spoke to the tall, thin man, and drove into the restaurant. We got out of the car armed, "I'll take the tall, thin man," I said to Fyren as I pulled out my taser, "and you follow Blaze."

I head for the front door and the tall, skinny guy, alert, stomps out his cigarette, "Who is it? Stop!"

"Brother, do you still recognize me?" I said in Teochew.

"Who the fuck are you!" He fumbled behind the wall with his right hand and pulled out a two-meter-long iron gun-the same one that stabbed the dog to death and splattered my face with its blood-"Try coming any closer."

I took two more steps closer and the tall, skinny guy shot across the room and I thought to myself that I'd been zapped enough. Realizing that Fyren had come nearby along the back wall. In order to succeed in getting Fyren to attack him from behind, I had to lure the tall skinny guy out again and greeted the other with both hands.

The tall, skinny guy runs at me, reaching for my gun, Fyren flies in from behind and kicks him in the back, and while the tall, skinny guy stumbles forward, I see the barrel of the gun, grip it with both hands, and snatch it in the process before tossing it into the distance.

The tall thin man stood up, "So it's you guys." Before we could reply, he rushed towards Fyren and flew up with a kick towards Fyren's solar plexus, Fyren blocked it with his left hand, he landed on one foot, and immediately pranced up and kicked out with the other, kicking Fyren in the chest and sending Fyren flying two meters away.

Originally practiced, the foot is very powerful, close combat is more advantageous, I came close behind him, he turned back a right elbow strike, I dodged, he then turned around and quickly make a left punch, I can only then back, at this time he vacated his right leg, kicked me in the chest, I was unsteady center of gravity, fell back.

It takes two people to work together, I stood up and approached with Fyren left and right, he moved back, Fyren's body probed forward, forcing him to get up on his legs, I crouched down and swept my legs, taking him down, who knew that when he fell down he did a quick backward roll and got up on his feet again, that's when I darted at him and charged him, the body was held in place by me, his back landed on the ground and he bent his right leg to the knee and slammed into my abdomen, I had to let go. The tall skinny guy ran backwards, Fyren caught up, the other guy picked up the railgun on the ground and shot back, I was shocked to see the head of the gun go through Fyren from behind.

It turned out that the Railgun went through Fyren's left armpit and was caught by Fyren, who kicked the bottom of his foot into the tall, skinny man's raised calf bone to stop the other man from raising his leg. Smoke rose. Then he gripped the pole with his right hand, raised his left elbow, turned around, and hit the tall skinny guy behind him in the head, at which point I ran forward, gripped the pole, turned on the taser against the pole, Fyren let go and jumped out of the way, and the electric current conducted to the tall skinny guy's hands, and he was electrocuted, and he bounced away from me, and next to me, Fyren punched him in the face, causing him to fall straight down to the ground.

"Good thing I wore leather gloves." I patted the dust off my body.

Fyren binds the tall, thin man with plastic ties and places the unconscious man by the front door of the diner.

The hotel was dark, the dog park barked, we sniffed and saw Blaze dragging two suitcases, puffing and puffing his way forward, when he saw us, he was startled, then he pressed the remote control in his hand, the three smart dog crate doors slowly rose and extended three dog heads. "Bite them!"

I backed up and Fyren yelled, "Run!"

Fyren was behind me, using his hand to lure the dog to chase him, there was still a black Pitbull chasing me, I was running and turning back, my breath was in turmoil, coupled with my inner fear, my legs were getting weak, and when I turned back, the black dog was only two meters away from me.

I turned around and the dog lunged at me, I fell backward onto one side of the slope. The dog bites my leather boot and swings its head in a deadly fashion, two holes are ripped out of the top of the boot and its fangs are stuck, I reach out with my left foot and kick at the dog's head, knocking the dog down, it quickly stands up, whimpers and lunges at me again.

It lunged for my neck, this is the end of the game, I thought to myself, shielding my head with both hands, feeling its weight on me, the dog's head right next to my ear, puffing and panting, but not nibbling. I opened my eyes to find the dog broken, a short arrow pierced into its underbelly.

Haley walks over to me, the crossbow in her hand glowing in the moonlight, "Is everything alright." I shake my head and point in Fyren's direction as Haley walks away.

Haley takes care of a yellow Pitbull chasing Fyren with an arrow and takes aim at the brown hound again, Fyren rushes to stop it, "Don't kill it! I can subdue it!" Afterward, he bowed and spread his hands out in front of him, and the hound let out a low growl and didn't move forward.

"Watch the front!" Haley shouted to me, I looked back to see Blaze running towards me with a machete, I braced myself as the knife had slashed, I sidestepped and dodged it as the knife cut the dog corpse in half in one fell swoop, splattering me with dog blood again.

Blaze steps in and I step back, shifting my weight down so my upper body can flex and dodge. he chops again, but the machete drops to the ground, jangling on the concrete. haley shoots an arrow through his right arm.

Blaze runs back, lifting the two suitcases on the ground, Haley raises her crossbow and takes aim, another arrow strikes Blaze in the right thigh, he has to drop one suitcase, drags it with him, and stumbles inside the diner. haley chases, I follow.

Blaze ran deeper into the dog park, there was no way out, Haley stood and took aim again, "Don't!" I shouted from behind, the arrow had been fired, this time hitting Blaze's left calf, Blaze dropped to his knees and planted himself squarely into the dog pit, moments later the pack of dogs rioted and the pit let out a howl from Blaze.

I went up to look inside the pit and found that the iron bars that had previously covered the pit were now erected inside the cave, separating the pack of dogs, and on the other side was an aisle of about one and a half meters, with a bamboo ladder lowered, and a safe deposit box door opening deep inside the aisle. It turned out that Blaze had embedded a safe in the earthen wall inside the dog pit and hid the gold nuggets in it. That's why he came over to the restaurant on the eve of his run. At this point he was hit by arrows in both legs and fell into a pack of rabid dogs, being torn apart by the pack, still struggling vigorously, I picked up rocks from the side and was about to stop the rabid dogs, when Haley pointed her crossbow at me, "Help me with my suitcase."

I was dragging the suitcase, Haley was holding me with a crossbow, and asked me to take another suitcase on the ground. The suitcase is heavy, about forty kilograms per suitcase, and it makes a crashing sound, which is worth about twenty million dollars in pure gold.Fyren has already subdued the hound, and Haley threatened him that if he comes one step closer, he will shoot me in the right shoulder with an arrow first.

We walked over to the Blaze car and Haley opened the trunk and let me put my two suitcases in, after which she had me back up with my back to her, she closed the trunk, started the car, drove out the front door of the diner, and threw two gold nuggets out of the window, "Here's a promise to pay you." And off she went.

A nugget weighs a kilogram. "What to do with it?" I asked Fyren.

"Keep it as a souvenir." The hound followed him.

"Dogs keep souvenirs too?"

"Go."

The police later searched the "Fortune Restaurant" and dug up seven heads in the garden bed in the backyard. Strangely enough, there were only heads but no skeletons, and it was assumed that the bodies might have been dismembered and fed to dogs.

The dead have been identified as including Daphne and her son, and a local couple who were once the head of a peace club and were rumored to have run off with the money two years ago. There were also three heads that were unidentified.

Someone on the Fengshun forum said they saw Blaze's car driving on the highway, and later police found the car under an overpass somewhere in Shenzhen, where the brand-new body had been dusted.Blaze was wanted.

He completely did evaporate.