After listening to Mo Qiao's explanation, Gou Ye laughed.

This is a photo taken by Mo Qian in his early years when he was just able to pretend to be a bird and learn to fly.

For this kind of clues, the Blue and White Society will not let go, similar strange phenomena, abnormal sights and hears, and the intelligence department has a large stack.

Peripheral personnel and members of the club also often investigate and secretly visit these incidents, the Sanqingshan Dapeng incident, at that time, the Blue and White Society carefully investigated, and everyone did not lie, they did see it.

And after looking for so many years, I haven't even found a single hair, unlike some incidents, it will soon be found that someone is playing a prank, or a natural phenomenon or something.

Therefore, this file has been mentioned again and again, and there is no reasonable explanation in the society, and this matter will not be investigated.

"Well, it turned out to be you, who solved the case. ”

Gou Ye asked what happened, and knew that it was Mo Qian who chased the traffickers and flew with his ability, so he went to the Containment Department Building to close the case.

As for the secrecy level of the answer, it is directly gamma level, because it is a secret weapon.

Gou Ye asked some about Mo Qian's early years, and learned that the treasure where the nightmare wood carving was located was actually searched by Mo Qian for money, and he couldn't help but sigh: "You have good ability, come, you look at this information." ”

Mo Qian took the information and learned about a mysterious case that happened more than half a year ago, and it was also the last incident that Gou Ye handled before he became his partner.

In the suburbs of San Francisco, fingers were found in beer kegs in a small-town bar, and the police tracked them down and found body tissue in the neighborhood.

In the end, it took two days and two nights to find all the flesh and bones of a person in an area within a radius of fifteen kilometers.

That person was broken down into two thousand parts, each of which weighed equally!

The bodies were found on the roads and in garbage cans, on the grass, in potted plants, on tree branches, on school curtains, on church crosses......

Hundreds of them were found in the homes of small-town people, in refrigerators, under beds, in drawers, and in books...... Even in the pockets of people's clothes.

Mo Qian exhaled and said: "This is too weird, it should be a containment object, if the murderer can break down a person into two thousand parts, each of which is still 37.5 grams, this is already extremely difficult, not to mention hiding each one in different places, even other people's homes or even on their bodies, how troublesome is this?"

Gou Ye lit a cigarette and said: "I checked the identity of the deceased, this person is a big drug lord in San Francisco, but I have checked all the beneficiaries after his death, there is no problem." Those who killed him did not benefit from his death at all. ”

"Maybe it's to help a friend?" said Mo Qiao.

"That's too big, involving tens of thousands of people, if you count the harm caused by selling ice, it will simply involve more than 100,000 people! I can't take people to hypnotize everyone, I picked a few important ones and investigated them carefully, and hundreds of people were involved, but I found nothing. Until now, the peripheral personnel in charge of this case have not made progress. The containment holder doesn't seem to be in use anymore. Gou Ye said.

Mo Qian frowned, this kind of containment crime is the most tricky. Because the wielder is quite obscene, or the trait is extremely secretive.

There is no doubt that people may not need to show up at all, and they will take someone's life in the air.

"But there is an important clue, when I checked all the relics of the deceased, I found that there was something in the deceased before his death, which disappeared after death. Gou Ye said.

Mo Qian hurriedly asked, "What is it?" It is very likely that it was taken by the murderer. ”

Gou Ye immediately connected with the spirit of Mo Poor, and shared an image, which was a memory picture of a certain person, in which the deceased walked into the dining room and sat down, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and seemed to want to write something.

"This pen?" Mo Qian asked.

"No, it's to remember this piece of paper. This is the memory of his younger brother, an hour before the murderer's death, he wanted to write something, but I searched everywhere and couldn't find the paper. ”

Mo Qian frowned and said, "This is a blank piece of paper, it's not easy to locate." ”

"Yes, he was sitting in his seat, holding a pen and hesitating, noticing, he may have been writing, but there was nothing on the paper. Then he disappeared when he went to the toilet in that restaurant, and then you will know that his disappearance was actually decomposed. Gou Ye said.

Mo Qian closed his eyes, trying to discern the details of the card as much as he could.

Indeed, if you just look at the paper, the person seems to be thinking there repeatedly and writing nothing. But if you look closely at the pen, in fact, the tip of the pen touches the white paper, and it even seems to have outlined a few letters, but it is not shown on the paper.

"It could be an invisible pen, or simply the white paper is a containment object, and the handwriting is only visible to the owner!"

As he spoke, Mo Qian suddenly said to his heart: "We should jump out of the motive, maybe he died simply because he didn't do anything! Maybe he had to do something with that piece of paper at that time, but for some reason, he didn't do it, or didn't finish it, so he was killed by the containment!"

Gou Ye puffed out his cigarette and said: "Maybe, there are many possibilities, but no matter what, you have to find that piece of paper, otherwise there is no point in guessing." ”

However, from an outsider's point of view, it is a blank slate!

Gou Ye looked at Mo Qian and said, "Can you lock it?"

Mo Qian held a coin and muttered, "It seems to be ...... Bro......”

As he spoke, he suddenly flicked his fingers, and the hidden one suddenly flew up, floating out more than ten meters, and it was not exhausted, and it always flew in one direction.

Gou Ye said excitedly: "It's done!

I just guessed that there were actually words written on that paper, but we couldn't see it. I made up four bro letters in my brain at the position outlined by the tip of the deceased's pen, which was simulated according to the trajectory of the deceased's pen tip, and it worked!"

Different creatures have different worlds in their eyes, and if Mo Qiao's eyes are not human eyes, and the world he sees is a different image, can't he locate the corresponding substance?

can be distinguished from the human eye, it is not a red light person, just an ordinary person.

In the same way, a blank piece of paper is pure white in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of the deceased, you may be able to see your own writing. As long as Mo Qian makes up the way the paper is written, he can lock on to the target even if it is actually blank in his eyes.

In short, the object of Mo Poor's locking is what the deceased sees, not what Mo Poor himself sees. But what the two of them saw was actually the same thing.

"Very good! Let's go at once and track down that piece of paper!" said Gou Ye as he threw the cigarette butt.

The two got on the boat, and Mo Qian reset the coin and threw the GPS instead, and they just tracked it down on the boat according to the signal.

A few days later, they arrived in San Francisco.

The signal indicated that the target was in an apartment building, room 1001.

"The glass is shattered, and it has already scared the snake, act immediately!" Mo Qian said.

"Be careful!" Seeing that he had already rushed upstairs, Gou Ye hurriedly said.

"I'm going to die, get my body back as soon as possible. With that, Mo Qian had quickly come to the tenth floor.

They can't wait to slowly check the identity of this household, and what routine to formulate, and directly attack this suite.

"Bang!" Mo Qian jumped out of the window of the corridor, stepped in the air, came to the window and broke in.

A black man was startled when he was lying on the bed, he had already woken up from shattered glass.

I was sleepy-eyed when I saw someone outside the window break open the window and jump in.

"Fake, this is the tenth floor!"

The black man was obviously not good at stubble, and he took out a pistol from under the pillow and pointed it at Mo Qiao.

"Get on your knees!"

Listening to the black man's roar, Mo Qian did not rush to make a move, his eyes quickly scanned the room, and soon found a boxy white paper under the bed, which seemed to have been thrown there casually.

As soon as Mo Qian was about to walk over, he saw the black man jump down from the bed shirtless and shouted, "Don't move!

As he spoke, he pointed his gun at Mo Qian, and at the same time walked around to the window suspiciously, looking at the aluminum alloy window frame that was directly knocked open, and the drop of ten stories outside, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"How did you get in?" the black man had a question mark on his face, looking at Mo Qian and having no climbing equipment.

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey asking you!"

"Bang long ......" Mo Qian's hands popped out like lightning, and he heard a small commotion, and the parts of the gun were scattered all over the ground.

The black man was stunned as the gun in his hand was dismantled in front of him, and he stammered: "Fa Fa Fa ...... Gram!"

Without grabbing, he also lost his confidence, and he felt that Mo was poor and not easy to mess with, so he turned around and ran.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Gou Ye with a thick pestle there, carrying a stout rifle.

"Hey, there must be some misunderstanding! I've never caused trouble in Chinatown!" the black man was stunned, and he sneered and stepped back, sweating coldly.

Gou Ye walked in with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "It's okay, I'll say whatever I ask you." ”

The black man lay on the ground without saying a word, and his movements were extremely skillful.

"Do you know Brown?" asked Murmur, because the last thing the deceased had written on paper, Bro, if he hadn't finished it, probably wanted to write Bron.

"I know a dozen browns, who are you talking about?" said the black man.

Mo Qian frowned, pointed to the piece of paper under the bed and said, "Where did this come from?"

The black man shook his head and said, "I don't remember, maybe it's the waste paper that fell from eating pizza, right?

Mo Qian ignored him and motioned for him to pick up the paper.

Then the black man did so very honestly, and then looked at the piece of paper in astonishment: "Huh?

Mo Qian's eyes lit up, and sure enough, the holder could see the words, and he hurriedly asked, "What is written?"

The black man said, "There are many names, and the last one is Matthew Franklin...... It's my name. What do you mean your heart is scorched?"

After saying that, the black man's eyes widened again, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it again, touched his heart, and his face was full of horror.

"Is there a bro?" asked Inkpoor.

"Yes, in this ......" Matthew, a black man, trembled, pointing somewhere on the white paper.

It was clear that that was where he made up the handwriting of the deceased, that is, he made up part of the paper in his brain and successfully locked the paper.

It's as if he can lock on to a person by only identifying the characteristics of a person's nose.

"How many names are there?" asked Ink Poor.

"That's a lot!" said the black man.

"What did you just want to say?" asked Mo Qian.

Matthew, the black man, shook his head and didn't say anything.

He grabbed his hair and looked frenzied, then calmed down, pointed to the place where Brown's name was on the paper, and said, "The name you said, with a new line after it, is where the new name begins." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the blank beginning below Brown, where it seemed to have a new name.

"Is something wrong with your heart?" said Mo Qian.

The black man didn't speak, and Mo Qian went directly to touch his heart, and then was shocked to find that he didn't have a heartbeat......

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