The two quickly entered Qian Er's house.
Perhaps it was because of Chang Xiao's death, the debt collectors hadn't appeared in the past two days. Qian Er was a bit arrogant. His house was in a mess. When Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao arrived, this guy was still sleeping on the sofa.
But this also made it easier for the two.
Wei Zidao first took a metal bar and poked it all over Qian Er's body, "Brother Hao, there's no abnormal energy reaction."
"It seems that he's not a metahuman … You can do it." Liu Minghao said casually, then moved a chair, covered his nose with a tissue, and sat down.
Wei Zidao nodded and came to the front of Qian Er. He stretched out his hand to pinch a strange seal, muttered some words, and then touched Qian Er's forehead — this was some kind of small Taoist technique, the effect was similar to hypnosis.
Of course, the effect of hypnosis varied from person to person, and also from caster to caster — In school, Wei Zidao's grades in this field were very outstanding, so he graduated early and was officially promoted to an agent who could go out on duty.
Under the effect of practical Taoist magic, Qian Er slowly opened his eyes, but his expression was dull and his consciousness was unclear.
Liu Minghao began to ask some questions about what happened that night … What Qian Er said was basically the same as what several of Chang Xiao's companions gave to the police.
Just when Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao thought that they wouldn't have any good luck this time, Qian Er's words showed some things that weren't recorded in the case.
"Gun?" Liu Minghao frowned at this time, "What gun, who gave you the gun?"
Qian Er's eyes were empty, but his words were clear, "A silver gun. I couldn't see his face. He said he could help me kill Chang Xiao, so I shot. "
"What about the gun?" Wei Zidao quickly asked.
Qian Er slowly shook his head, "I don't know."
Liu Minghao stared at Qian Er for a long time, then waved his hand. Wei Zidao cast another spell at this time, and Qian Er fell on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.
"Brother Hao, now there's a clue." Wei Zidao pondered and said, "The victims in the detention center, including Chang Xiao, were all shot in the forehead, and no bullets could be found … But Qian Er said that someone gave him a silver gun."
Liu Minghao nodded, "This gun is very likely to be a specially refined artifact … Perhaps this is the only way to explain its strange method of killing. But why didn't the mastermind do it himself? Why did he choose to give the gun to Qian Er? Then, was it a similar operation that time in the detention center? "
Wei Zidao walked back and forth. He thought of something, "If the murderer did it himself, he wouldn't have left Qian Er, a flaw that ordinary people can't find. And I'm afraid we still have no clue … But the murderer did this. Is it because the murderer can't use this gun directly?"
"Or rather, using this gun requires certain conditions." Liu Minghao's mind raced madly. "In fact, it's very likely that he's doing something … like an experiment?"
"If this is an experiment, then it is very likely that there will be another victim." Wei Zidao suddenly reacted, "Brother Hao, if this is the case, then it's too dangerous!"
"Don't panic. This is just our guess." Liu Minghao shook his head, "If it's really a gun that shoots a bullet to kill people, and the bullet disappears automatically after killing people, then this gun is not an ordinary artifact. Think about it, not to mention the cell in the detention center, just Chang Xiao. The car is sealed. It can only be said that the bullet suddenly appeared in front of him and killed him head-on … Think about it, this kind of method that ignores space, among the many Taoist methods that we have learned, is there anything similar? "
Wei Zidao thought and said, "I heard that some powerful cultivators can use a kind of Taoist method that can teleport people thousands of miles in an instant. And many Taoist sects also have the escape method that can pass through walls. "
"Passing through walls is only suitable for energy bodies like ghosts. Normal people, even Taoists or demons, can't do it. In this regard, the development department has done countless tests. It can only be said that this artifact can generate energy similar to bullets within a specified range. After killing people, the energy will disappear, and so will the bullets. " Liu Minghao shook his head, "It's not impossible to tear through space, but the energy required is too strong. Even the center of a nuclear bomb explosion doesn't have this ability."
"It's not that the energy is not enough, but that our method of using energy is still very low-level." Wei Zidao said, "I've heard Dr. Zhao's lecture. He mentioned that with the current methods of human beings, they are still lacking in the method of using energy. As for Taoist demons, they are more advanced than us, but it may not be the end. "
Liu Minghao waved his hand, "Let's not talk about this. We only need to know that someone gave the gun to Qian Er, and this person appeared in the alley — In this way, we are not completely clueless … Let's go to that alley."
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…
Luoqiu was quite satisfied with the optimized world in the game.
But he didn't stay for too long. It was just an excursion — he didn't even look for the 'Main God' who was having fun in the castle.
Luoya was still the same. When she went in, she was unfamiliar with everything, and when she came out, she was still unfamiliar with everything. Only when she was by Luoqiu's side did she reveal a secretly relieved expression.
Luoqiu didn't leave Luoya's room until she slowly fell asleep.
"Master, are you going home?" Miss Maid appeared beside Luoqiu and asked softly.
This didn't seem to be different from the past. At that time, Luoqiu would come up early and go home to rest after dinner. It was the same regardless of rain or shine.
"Okay, see you tomorrow." Luoqiu nodded with a smile.
You Ye liked this answer because tomorrow was very fast for her. In the long years, such a short wait was nothing more than a small hibernation.
She was born in the club. Now, 300 years had passed, and she had experienced two bosses.
The new boss made her gradually recover from some kind of coldness. Naturally, she wanted to cherish her current master more from the bottom of her heart. She was even more unwilling to have a new master to replace him in the future.
She only needed to close her eyes gently and wait for one night to see him again. What else was there to hope for?
She didn't even feel strange. She didn't have such a strong idea in the past, but now she had such an idea. She just felt good, as if she had broken through some shackles in the dark and obtained some kind of permission.
Luoqiu was also curious. He felt that his Miss Maid seemed to have a touch of smoke and fire. In Luoqiu's eyes, at this time, Miss Maid, without the body of an alchemy puppet, became more and more resplendent in his black and white vision.
He could freely embrace and possess the resplendence of her.
He didn't choose to leave as usual. Instead, he took You Ye's hand and came to her usual seat. He quietly watched her hibernation — until she was immersed in the puppet's body and her soul was hazy, he was willing to leave.
Luoqiu didn't extinguish the candles in the hall. Letting the candles accompany her, he gradually disappeared from here.
It temporarily meant that his day as a boss was almost over.
Vaguely, Luoqiu felt that he seemed to have some kind of connection with the altar that he couldn't understand. It seemed that the relationship between him and the altar was closer than before.
He still couldn't figure out the thoughts of the altar, but it seemed that the altar began to actively respond to some of his thoughts — perhaps it became more dull … such as closing the door.
The real closing, the real closing … as long as he appeared, the passive situation that was bound to be a transaction was a little different.
Luoqiu intuitively felt that he seemed to be able to freely turn on and off this' passive 'ability … This situation, which was not suitable for him, would not happen again.
Luoqiu couldn't tell whether this was good or bad … It seemed that the altar gave him a higher degree of freedom. But if it was a higher degree of freedom, it seemed that he was more suitable for the altar's needs.
Had his emotions been unknowingly worn out to the extent that he himself felt that they were dispensable?
But his heart was still filled with all the people in these years, and there was no difference.
He vaguely felt that there seemed to be some kind of opportunity, but it was gone in a flash. He didn't even realize it, or it was because of something more irresistible that he forgot about it.
The moment he stepped out of the club, Luoqiu even had a strange feeling … The altar seemed to want him to continue like this.
She felt as if a pair of hands were gently hugging her.
…
In fact, the white Alpha had been parked outside the police station for the past two days.
In fact, there were two other similar Alfa in different places — one was in the University of Political Science and Law, and the other was in the traffic police brigade.
There was no doubt that this was the arm of Miss Song.
After collecting a large amount of information through the Zhang family, they finally narrowed down the suspects to three people back then. Miss Song Ying, who was sent over, was quite persistent and even went into action personally.
However, this kind of monitoring work was actually boring — at least these days, she just stayed in the car without doing anything. The food she ate and drank was bought from the street, which was not exquisite — she didn't even exercise. Song Ying felt that a layer of oil seemed to be squeezed out of her stomach.
Miss Song suddenly felt a little wronged … Why did she have to be so careful?
So angry!
She moved the seat, almost half lying down … Song Ying, who felt moldy, yawned and asked casually, "Did Zhou Yusheng really not come out again?"
"No, miss." The person beside her answered quickly. At the same time, he saw that this seemed to be the limit of Miss Song's mental strength, so he said, "Miss, how about I send someone to send you back to the Zhang family to rest? Leave this kind of work to us. "
"Then wouldn't I have wasted my hard work these days?" Song Ying suddenly snorted, "Damn it, damn it … Don't let me find out the truth … So fierce, so fierce!!"
In fact, Miss Song Ying also had her own little drama in her mind.
— The noble and cold Miss Song Ying threw a pile of information on the table, arrogantly, "See! I've found out the truth about you! It's effortless! "
— So Luoqiu looked at her with admiration, "Song Ying, you're so amazing. I didn't know that you cared so much about me … I'm sorry, I didn't treat you well in the past. Can you give me a chance? "
— Miss Song Ying, "You know you're wrong? Unfortunately, it's too late, unless, you … "
"Miss, Miss?" At this moment, the bodyguard felt that something was wrong with his Miss. After an inexplicable strange smile appeared on his face, he couldn't help but call out carefully.
"Huh? Oh … nothing, I suddenly thought of something. " Song Ying's expression didn't change … She lifted the curtain and glanced out. "Oh right, withdraw the people from the traffic police and focus on investigating Gaowen and Zhou Yusheng."
The bodyguard nodded, agreeing with what Song Ying said — today, they had found Gaowen and Zhou Yusheng in the cemetery one after another.
"Okay, I'll go and give the order now."
Song Ying continued, "Later, run further away and don't buy me any rice or soy milk … It makes me want to vomit!"
The evening lights had already been lit, and the streets had turned from bustling to sparse. It was almost the end of the evening meal.
"Understood." The bodyguard nodded and said casually, "There's a place selling steamed chicken at the end of the street. Miss, do you want to try it?"
Song Ying waved her hand indifferently. "It's up to you, as long as it's not soy milk or rice."
"I'll go right away." The bodyguard immediately moved.
There were two bodyguards in the driver's seat in front. They were both experienced people, so it shouldn't be too big of a problem for her to leave for a short time … Thinking about this, the bodyguard went to open the door of the car.
But at this moment, the door was knocked a few times … The knocking sound made the bodyguard frown, and at the same time, Song Ying's expression turned serious.
The bodyguard blocked Song Ying with one hand and pressed the other hand behind his waist. Then, he abruptly pulled open the door of the Alpha and shouted sternly, "Who is it!"
A smiling young man in plain clothes stood outside the car door with two bags in his hands — Luoqiu.
"Master Qiu?" The bodyguard naturally recognized the new young master of the Song family at first glance and couldn't help but be caught off guard.
Of course, Song Ying was also caught off guard. She widened her eyes and opened her mouth. After a long time, she squeezed out some words that weren't very polite. "You, this guy, where did you come from?"
"I was passing by and saw you here, so I came to see you." Luoqiu smiled slightly, "I guessed you didn't eat anything, so I bought some."
"Master Qiu, you're so considerate." The bodyguard's attitude naturally changed. They were trained and instilled with the idea of serving the Song family … It was quite the style of a servant in ancient times.
"Are you so kind?" Song Ying snorted in a low voice, "You're not here to laugh at me, right?"
"Thank you for doing so much for me." Luoqiu said softly.
Song Ying's imposing manner was instantly defeated. "What … what did you buy? Let me tell you, I'm not the kind of person who will stuff rubbish into the king's stomach! "
"Soy milk and rice. Do you want to eat?" Luoqiu lifted the bag in his hand. "It's an old shop, I used to eat it often. It's not bad, and it's still warm."
Oh no … The bodyguard sighed. This was what the young miss specifically said she didn't want.
Sure enough, Song Ying's lips trembled … "Okay, then I won't make it difficult."
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