Half an hour later, Michael's wife was sent to the hospital, and the police left after investigating the scene.
They thought this was a very common and obvious case of burglary and assault. To be honest, such cases were not new in the Bailey Federation. There were always some lazy poor people who were unwilling to work and took the risk to earn some money through illegal acts.
However, the police did not come up empty-handed. At the very least, they thought that the escaped criminal was very familiar with Michael's home and knew that Michael was on a business trip, his children were still in school, and only Michael's wife was at home.
In the eyes of the police, the burglary became evidence that the criminal might know the family — hatred.
The empty house was pitch-black and empty. Wearing gloves, Lin Qi pushed open the door and entered the courtyard. He then closed the door behind him.
He took out his self-made lock picking tools from his pocket — a twisting blade modified from a wine opener and a crochet needle modified from a pick. Both of these things could be bought in hardware stores and tool shops.
The principle of an old-fashioned door lock was very simple. In layman's terms, after the cartridge core was inserted into the bullet hole, the lock core would be twisted and the door would be opened.
It was easy to do with a key, but without a key, a certain amount of torque had to be added to the lock core.
The torque would cause a slight misalignment between the lock core and the bullet hole, and it was this insignificant misalignment that prevented the cartridge core from falling out. When all the cartridges were inserted into the correct position through the pick, the door would be opened.
After two rounds of twisting and turning, the door lock clicked. Lynch looked around, twisted the doorknob, and entered the room through the gap.
The room was a little messy. The police had stopped here for a while when they came to collect evidence. He took out the flashlight he carried with him and went up to the second floor.
A few minutes later, he found the study room of the house.
To his surprise, Michael, the hot-tempered investigator, liked to read. Looking at the rows of books on display, Lynch felt that Michael's books had all gone down the drain.
He rummaged around and found a safe, but he did not touch it.
He had learned how to open this old-fashioned safe. In fact, it was not difficult to open the lock as long as one understood the principle. This old-fashioned rotary combination lock was essentially a rotary combination.
By rotating left and right intervals to change the scale of the different wheels, when the scales were aligned, a small reed attached to the wheel or a slot would be on the same line. At this time, when the switch was turned, the lock tongue could be smoothly retracted into the cabinet door without any obstruction.
Some movies used a stethoscope to distinguish the sound of the rotary inside the lock. It was useful at first, but the manufacturers soon fixed this obvious flaw, and it was difficult to hear anything.
However, it was easier for skilled craftsmen to feel it. Of course, this was a digression.
In the safe was nothing more than some money, evidence, notebooks, or other things that were useful to Michael but not to him. This was not consistent with his purpose of sneaking in.
He walked around the room and pulled open a few drawers under the desk. In the right drawer, he found some change. He had a plan in mind. He put the gold ring he carried with him into the second last drawer, and restored everything to its original state. He checked it again before leaving.
This was one of his main purposes today. Put the gold ring in Michael's house, and then he needed to solve some other problems. The masthead had escaped.
The masthead had successfully escaped. The police in this era had a shockingly low rate of solving cases. In order to protect personal and public privacy, as well as other reasons, the Bailey Federation did not have any surveillance system.
This also meant that all the physical features related to the criminal suspect were indirectly provided by some clues, as well as the oral accounts of some witnesses.
If there were no witnesses, for example, Lynch's burglary case, it would be difficult to solve. Unless the suspect was caught in the process of the next crime, and the interrogator was skilled enough to get the suspect to confess everything he had done in the past.
Otherwise, the police would not be able to do anything.
The nature of this case was slightly more serious, and it also involved the head of the tax bureau investigation team. The Saibin Police Department sent more people. They were still waiting for Michael's wife to recover from her shock and provide a more accurate picture of the suspect's appearance.
The security guard provided a sketch of the suspect's appearance, but at the time, they were confronting each other on the first floor without any light. All the light was based on the brightness of the street lamps. The security guard used too many ambiguous words to describe the person he saw, so the sketch obtained from his description was not very meaningful.
At this time, the masthead they were looking for had returned to his small territory. His heart had just recovered from 180 miles per hour. Only the pistol in his hand provided him some stability.
He felt a little stupid. He just wanted to make the woman suffer a little and threaten her to see if he could get the evidence that was in Michael's hands.
But he didn't know why, but suddenly, a terrible desire took over his heart, so much so that he wanted to do such a thing.
Now that he had calmed down, he realized that he had made a big mistake. The woman had seen his face, and he was sure that she would not forget it even if she died.
Tomorrow, or the day after, in less than a week, wanted posters with his picture would be all over Saibin. There were too many people who knew him, and he would be dead by then.
He could already imagine Michael's anger. Even now, the masthead was still afraid of Michael, and he could not change this fact.
Thinking of this, although he was a little reluctant, he still made the decision to leave Saibin and hide outside.
After a while, when the situation was over, he would just stay outside and not come back.
He had money in his hands. He had saved tens of thousands of dollars over the years, and the money was not in the bank. It was in a shoe box in his room.
He also had a gun. With the money and the gun, he could go to another place and hide his identity. He could start a small business or go back to his old job.
Thinking of this, he did not hesitate anymore. He ignored the other kids in the dormitory and went straight to his room. He dug out the shoe box from a pile of worthless trash, packed up some things that he could not bear to throw away, and went out in the dark.
He thought that no one would notice his actions, but a few of the oldest kids in the dormitory did.
Since he had shot one of the kids in the thigh yesterday, the seemingly docile kids had actually developed an emotion that even the masthead himself did not realize.
Less than a minute after he left, a few of the oldest kids chased after him with the knives they usually used to cut vegetables and some sharpened steel bars that were about a foot long that they had "picked up" from the construction site.
At the same time, Lynch had also caught up. Just as he was thinking of how to get rid of the masthead quietly, he saw the masthead rushing out with a bag on his back, followed by a few short kids who were in a hurry.