After listening to Mo Qiong's explanation, Master Gou laughed.
This was a photo of Mo Qiong's early years when he had the ability to pretend to be a bird and learn how to fly.
Lan Baishe wouldn't let go of such clues. There were a lot of similar strange phenomena and abnormal sightings in the intelligence department.
The peripheral staff and members often investigated these incidents openly and secretly. The Roc incident at Mount Sanqing was investigated by Lan Baishe. No one was lying. They had indeed seen it.
After so many years of searching, they couldn't even find a strand of hair. It wasn't like other incidents where it was quickly discovered to be a prank or a natural phenomenon.
Therefore, this case was mentioned again and again. Without a reasonable explanation, the investigation wouldn't be stopped.
"Okay, so it's you. Case solved, case solved."
Master Gou asked about the whole story and found out that Mo Qiong used his ability to fly to chase after the human traffickers. He went to the Intake Department building to close the case.
As for the confidentiality level of the answer, it was directly Gamma-level because it was related to a secret weapon.
Master Gou then asked about Mo Qiong's early years. After learning that the treasure trove where the Nightmare Woodcarving was located was actually found by Mo Qiong for money, he couldn't help but sigh. "Your ability is good. Come, take a look at this information."
Mo Qiong took the document and found out about a mysterious case that happened more than half a year ago. It was also the last case that Master Gou handled before becoming his partner.
In the suburbs of San Francisco, a finger was found in a beer barrel in a small town bar. The police followed up and found body parts nearby.
In the end, it took two days and two nights to find all the flesh and bones of a person in an area with a radius of fifteen kilometers.
That person was dissected into two thousand pieces, each of which was the same weight!
The body parts were in various places within the radius of fifteen kilometers. There were on the road, in trash cans, on the grass, in potted plants, hanging on tree branches, on school curtains, on church crosses …
Hundreds of them were found in the houses of small towns. They were in the fridge, under the bed, in the drawer, in the book … and even in the pockets of people's clothes.
Mo Qiong exhaled deeply and said, "This is too strange, it should be an anomaly. If the culprit could split a person into 2000 pieces, and each piece weighed 37.5 grams, that's already extremely difficult, not to mention hiding each piece in a different place, or even in someone else's home or body, how troublesome would that be?"
Master Gou lit a cigarette and said, "I've checked the identity of the deceased. This person is a big drug lord in San Francisco. However, I've checked all the beneficiaries after his death. There's no problem. The person who killed him didn't gain anything from his death. "
"Maybe it's to help a friend?" Mo Qiong said.
"The scope is too big, involving tens of thousands of people. If we include the people who were harmed because of him selling ice, it would involve hundreds of thousands of people! It was impossible for me to bring people to hypnotize everyone. I picked a few important ones and investigated them in detail. Hundreds of people were involved, but I still found nothing. Until now, the peripheral personnel in charge of this case had not made any progress. The owner of that anomaly doesn't seem to be using it anymore, "Lord Gou said.
Mo Qiong frowned. This type of anomaly crime was the most troublesome. This was because the owner was rather wretched, or their characteristics were extremely secretive.
Without a doubt, they might not even need to show up to take someone's life from afar.
"However, there's an important clue. When I checked all the belongings of the deceased, I found that the deceased had something that disappeared after his death" Lord Gou said.
Mo Qiong hurriedly asked, "What is it? It's very likely that the murderer took it away. "
Lord Gou immediately connected with Mo Qiong's mind and shared an image. It was a person's memory. In the image, the deceased walked into a restaurant and sat down. He took out a piece of paper and a pen, as if he wanted to write something.
"This pen?" Mo Qiong asked.
"No, it's to remember this piece of paper. This is his subordinate's memory. An hour before the murderer died, he wanted to write something, but I searched everywhere and couldn't find this piece of paper. "
Mo Qiong frowned: "This is just a blank piece of paper, it's hard to pinpoint."
"Yes, at the time, he was sitting in his seat, holding the pen, but hesitating repeatedly. Pay attention, he might have been writing, but there was nothing on the paper. After that, he disappeared when he went to the toilet in that restaurant. After that, you know that his disappearance was actually because he was decomposed. "Lord Gou said.
Mo Qiong closed his eyes and tried his best to discern the details of the card.
Indeed, if he only looked at the paper, that person seemed to be thinking repeatedly and did not write anything. But if he looked carefully, the tip of the pen actually touched the white paper, and even seemed to have sketched a few letters, but they were not shown on the paper.
"This might be an invisible pen, or the white paper might be an anomaly, and only the holder of the paper can see the writing!"
As he said that, Mo Qiong suddenly had an idea: "We should jump out of the motive. Perhaps he died simply because he did not do anything! Perhaps he had to use that piece of paper to do something, but for some reason, he did not do it, or did not finish it, so he was killed by the anomaly! "
Lord Gou puffed out a smoke and said, "Perhaps. There are many possibilities, but no matter what, we have to find that piece of paper. Otherwise, it's meaningless to guess."
However, from an outsider's point of view, it was just a blank piece of paper!
Lord Gou looked at Mo Qiong expectantly: "Can you pinpoint it?"
Mo Qiong held a coin and muttered: "It seems to be … bro …"
As he said that, he suddenly flicked his finger, and the hidden coin suddenly flew up and floated more than ten meters away. It was not exhausted and kept flying in one direction.
Lord Gou said excitedly: "Success! Awesome! You can pinpoint a blank piece of paper! "
Mo Qiong said: "It's not a blank piece of paper! I'm just guessing. There are actually words written on that piece of paper, but we can't see them. I imagined the letters' bro 'at the position of the pen tip of the deceased's pen. That was simulated according to the trajectory of the deceased's pen tip. It worked! "
In the eyes of different creatures, there were different worlds. If Mo Qiong's eyes were not human eyes and saw a different world, wouldn't he be able to pinpoint the corresponding matter? He could still do it. It was just like when he had a thermal imaging device and saw the red glowing person behind the wall, he could still pinpoint that person.
However, from human eyes, that person was not a red glowing person, but an ordinary person.
By the same logic, a piece of white paper might be pure white in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of the deceased, he might be able to see his own words. As long as Mo Qiong imagined the words written on that piece of paper, he could still pinpoint the target even if it was blank in his eyes.
In short, Mo Qiong's target was what the deceased saw, and not what Mo Qiong saw himself. However, what the two of them saw was actually the same thing.
"Very good! Let's set off immediately and track down that piece of paper! "Master Gou threw the cigarette butt away.
The two of them boarded the ship. Mo Qiong reset the coin and changed it to a GPS. They just had to follow the signal on the ship.
A few days later, they arrived in San Francisco.
The signal showed that the target was in an apartment, Room 1001.
"The glass is broken. We've alerted the enemy. Let's move now!" Mo Qiong said.
"Be careful!" Master Gou said hurriedly when he saw that he was already rushing upstairs.
"I'm going to die. Restore my body as soon as possible." Mo Qiong had already reached the tenth floor.
They could not wait to slowly investigate the identity of this household and come up with a plan. They attacked the apartment directly.
"Bang!" Mo Qiong jumped out of the window in the corridor. He stepped on air and barged in through the window.
A black man who was lying on the bed was shocked. He was already woken up by the broken glass.
Just as he was sleepy, he saw someone barge in through the window.
"F * ck! This is the tenth floor! "
This black man was obviously not a kind person. He took out a gun from under his pillow and pointed it at Mo Qiong.
"Kneel down!"
Hearing the black man's roar, Mo Qiong was not in a hurry to attack. He scanned the room quickly and soon found a square piece of white paper under the bed. It seemed to have been thrown there casually.
Just as Mo Qiong was about to walk over, the shirtless black man jumped out of the bed and roared, "Don't move! If you move again, I'll shoot you! "
As he spoke, he pointed the gun at Mo Qiong and walked to the window in confusion. He was dumbfounded when he saw the aluminum window frame that was broken and the ten-story drop outside.
"How did you get in?" The black man was confused. He saw that Mo Qiong did not have any climbing equipment.
"Damn yellow monkey, I'm asking you a question!"
"Clang clang clang …" Mo Qiong's hands shot out like lightning. There was a loud crash and the gun parts scattered all over the floor.
The black man was dumbfounded when he saw the gun in his hand being dismantled in front of him. He stuttered, "F * ck … f * ck!"
Without the gun, he lost his confidence. He felt that Mo Qiong was not to be trifled with, so he turned and ran.
However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Lord Gou standing there with a thick rifle in his hand.
"Hey! There must be some misunderstanding! I've never caused any trouble in Chinatown! "The black man was dumbfounded. He smiled awkwardly and stepped back.
Master Gou walked in with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Lie down. Answer whatever I ask you."
The black man lay down on the floor without saying anything. His movements were very skillful.
"Do you know Brown?" Mo Qiong asked. The last word that the deceased wrote on the paper was bro. If he did not finish it, he might have wanted to write bron.
"Huh? I know a dozen Browns. Who are you talking about? "The black man was confused.
Mo Qiong frowned and pointed at the paper under the bed. "Where did this come from?"
The black man shook his head. "I don't remember. Maybe it's a piece of paper that fell from the pizza? Speaking of which, who are you guys? "
Mo Qiong ignored him and gestured for him to pick up the paper.
The black man did as he was told and then looked at the paper in shock. "Eh? There was no writing just now! "
Mo Qiong's eyes lit up. Indeed, the holder could see the words. He hurriedly asked, "What was written?"
The black man said, "Many people's names. The last one, Matthew Franklin … is my name. Burned heart? What does that mean? "
After saying that, the black man's eyes widened again. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something but closed it again. He touched his chest and his face was full of fear.
"Is there bro?" Mo Qiong asked.
"Yes, it's here …" The black man, Matthew, pointed at a certain spot on the paper with a trembling hand.
Mo Qiong understood. That was where he imagined the deceased's writing. In other words, he imagined a part of the paper and successfully locked onto this paper.
It was like he could lock onto a person just by confirming the characteristics of the person's nose.
"How many names are there in total?" Mo Qiong asked.
"So many!" The black man said absent-mindedly.
"What did you want to say just now?" Mo Qiong asked.
The black man, Matthew, shook his head and did not say anything.
He grabbed his hair with a crazy face. Then, he calmed down and pointed at the place where the name Brown was on the paper. He said, "The name you mentioned, there's another line behind it. The new name starts from here."
As he said that, he pointed at the beginning of the blank space below Brown. There seemed to be a brand new name there.
"Did something happen to your heart?" Mo Qiong asked in a serious tone.
The black man did not say anything. Mo Qiong directly touched his chest and was shocked to find that there was no heartbeat …
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