
Another police agent is amazed by Detective Carl's performance which is completely different from the others. While the others could not open Louis' mouth, he could easily get the man to talk and confess to his actions.
“You come in and take care of him,” Sheriff Tasman said, turning around and staring at the screen in front of him.
Within seconds, two police agents entered the investigation room.
“Move him to a special holding cell,” Sheriff Tasman's orders turn around, staring at the two members who just entered.
“Ready, Sheriff!”
Two police agents approached Louis. They dragged Louis away from there.
“Wait!” Detective Carl stopped the two police agents.
“What's up, Detective Carl?” One of the police agents chimed in and stopped.
“There is something left behind.”
His black hat was still on Louis's head. And he immediately took it back. Surprisingly, the hat was easy to pull when Detective Carl took it. Not like when Louis pulled him.
Why was I so hard to pull it? Don't let me see him again or I'll be blown to pieces in his hand, Louis Sanderman's inner seeing that black hat has now moved into Detective Carl's head.
“Already, that he's back,” Detective Carl said.
Two police agents then dragged Louis Sanderman back. They put the man into a special holding cell, a holding cell reserved exclusively for prisoners with layered cases of lawlessness.
“Here is your place!” Police agents pushed Louis Sanderman into a cell violently, until the man fell to his knees.
“No! my place is not here! Get me out of here!” Louis Sanderman immediately stood up and headed to the edge of the cell.
Unfortunately, the prison cell has been locked tightly by police agents, and there are only wardens guarding it there.
Inside the cell, Louis did not descend the place alone, there were several other inhabitants in the cell.
“Hey, you new residents, come here!” A man wearing prisoner's clothing number 2504 called out.
Whoareyou? Don't expect to be close to me. I'm not the same as you, I'm an artist.
Louis turned around and threw another glance, which made the body wrath.
In that cell there are rules that they make for themselves. An unwritten rule that all the inhabitants of the cell must abide by. For new cell dwellers, they must type themselves and serve those who are already seniors.
“It's so boasting you're a smooth-skinned man like an artist. I'll explain the rules here.” Prisoner number 2504 was approaching Louis.
Without being able to dodge, also dodge, Louis Sanderman also get a blow from the man.
Akhs! Not only did prisoner number 2504 teach Louis a lesson, but the other prisoners who were there, came forward and beat Louis Sanderman.
Five others beat Louis.
***
Brak! Several police agents were in front of an old building. They broke the building by force.
The building is like a former hotel that has been unused for a long time. There are a lot of unused empty rooms.
The hotel was suspected as the place where Louis took his victims, the little girls.
“Here looks quiet,” said a police agent has swept a view around the room.
“We check every room first. There might be something we find here.”
Ten police agents who were there then immediately moved to check every room that was there.
“Please! Please!” There was the sound of a child screaming from the top floor.”
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