The blood-colored image is a mixture of people and seats, and Kemon sees a man in a peaked cap in the stadium with a sharp knife in his head down, unable to see his face clearly.

He tilted his head, muttering strange words that were inexplicable.

The whisper that Kemon heard was made by the man in the cap, but his voice was not chaotic or strong enough to have a very noticeable effect on Kemon.

I saw the man in the cap stabbing a red seat with a knife, and this time the knife went down, and blood came out.

Once, twice, three times, he stabbed faster and faster, and the red seat was like a wound that expanded, spurting out a large amount of blood, and the blood flowed more and more, until it reached the stadium floor.

Feel this, and the picture disappears.

The Confused Whisper has no effect on Kemon, which shows how strong the 256.5 resistance is.

Kemeng returned to his red seat again, looked at the gushing blood, and asked coldly, "Team Luo, have you taken this blood for quality inspection?" ”

"It's been taken for quality inspection, the blood component is human blood, with human hemoglobin and other substances, but the DNA in it is not human genes...... Luo Yuan shook his head.

"Well, then let me deal with it, can you avoid it for a while, give me half a minute." Kemon said.

Luo Yuan was stunned, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Do your research, or what else can you do." Kemon didn't say what he was going to do.

Luo Yuan said a word and waited, and asked for instructions.

After a while, the director called Kemon and asked him what he wanted to do.

"Cats." Kemon only said one word.

The director realized, I see.

Using a big-faced cat to directly check the information of the blood-colored seat is indeed better than everyone's random guessing.

Now the Bureau of Investigation has not moved that red seat because the scene still needs to be investigated, and the integrity needs to be maintained for synaesthesia.

Kemon's method is very violent, and he knows the information about the seat directly from the information level.

The more you know, the higher the probability of synaesthesia, and the people in the Investigation Bureau secretly said this, and the director agreed without much thought, but also told Kemeng that he must come up with a rational copy when synaesthesia, and if the situation is not good, look at the copy.

After a while, the people in the gymnasium were summoned outside, or they were called downstairs to wait.

Kemeng let the rice balls and white sugar star, and he took a picture of the big-faced cat, and watched directly for fifteen seconds.

Fifteen seconds later, he put the big-faced cat back in his scarf and savored the strange knowledge he had just gained.

"Flesh Seat"

"The one who sits in the seat will be eaten by the seat, and his flesh will become a part of it."

"The Flesh Seat is currently in a damaged state and has lost its function."

The above is the knowledge of the seat, and then the blood that flows out of the seat, with additional explanations.

"Blood of the Storm"

"Drink this blood, and your own behavior gradually becomes sad."

Sad Wind ...... Ke Meng's face was strange, and the words given by the big-faced cat were quite spiritual, but he didn't expect his small thesaurus to have such words.

Looking at the bleeding seat, Kemon reported the seat and the function of the blood flow to the director.

The Secretary said he understood that he would send the information to every investigator who was investigating the case as soon as possible.

A minute later, the investigators in the stadium knew about the blood in the stadium and the function of the seats.

"So, does this blood have anything to do with the incident?"

"I guess the victim was by that, huh, so find a seat to vent your anger?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, but we have to consider one thing, with the things of our investigation bureau, we can't find the source of information on the Internet, this person really has something, not an ordinary criminal." Someone said.

Having worked in the Bureau of Investigation for some time, he already knew that there was a special item on the Internet at the headquarters of the Bureau, and that the entire country was monitored by it.

"Communication networks are not the same as the Internet." Kemon said.

"But now that the network has developed, the two have been connected...... Cheng Le said.

Kemeng didn't understand this network principle, so he simply didn't want to do it, and based on the existing information, he quietly synaesthesia and deepened his feelings.

Slowly, strange images poured in.

The man in the cap stood in the middle of the stadium, blood strewn all over the floor, and he chanted something loudly, as if calling for something.

But the summoning of the cap was unsuccessful, and a lot was missing from the scene.

Without those things, there is a high probability that the summon will fail, and the other party does not seem to have the knowledge of this and does not know how difficult it is to summon without a point.

This is the end of the synaesthesia, but Kemon doesn't give up.

Synaesthesia doesn't stop there, just now Kemon saw the knife of the man in the cap, as well as the hat.

Where did you buy a knife?

Where did you buy hats?

These are the two things that impress Kemeng the most, because he is deeply impressed, and he can naturally slowly synaesthesia.

In addition, Kemon himself was at the scene of the murder, and with the environmental bonus, he quickly found his senses.

If you were an ordinary person, you would definitely not be able to use synaesthesia like eating and drinking like Kemon.

Not long after, Kemon saw a picture of two online stores, these two items for shopping.

Glancing at the time, Kemon uploaded the message he had just felt to his superiors.

There is a specific time, there is a store name, and you can just lock in the person who placed the order at that time.

The boss said that he attached great importance to it, and immediately sent the news to the headquarters, and the Internet tool investigated it deeply.

After a while, Kemon got new news.

The person has found out that it is in a certain community in Whale City, and it is an ordinary office worker who lives on the eighteenth floor.

According to the location given above, Kemon immediately led people to break through.

In order to protect Kemon's safety, members of the three investigation teams accompanied Kemeng to a certain community.

When I arrived at the community, it was seven o'clock in the evening, and the night was hazy, shrouding this quiet community.

Kemon found that the lights on the eighteenth floor were not turned on, and did not know if the owner was in the house.

In the neighborhood, the street lamps are glowing with cold lights, and some children are carefree in the garden, seemingly not feeling abnormal.

The soldiers carefully dispersed the unsuspecting populace, and Kemon had led them into the elevator.

There were a total of 12 people in the three regiments, and everyone was crowded into a freight elevator brought by a community, clicking on the eighteenth floor.

With a buzzing sound, the elevator slowly climbed from the -1st floor, beating word by word.

After some time, the elevator jumps from the 17th floor to the 18th floor.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened, revealing a dark aisle outside.

Stepping into the aisle, the cold wind quietly caressed Kemon's face.

Approach Room 1801, which is Room 1 on the 18th floor.

Everyone looked at each other, and a technician flew the drone to the window on the eighteenth floor, and first turned on the lights to shine inside.

As soon as the lights were turned on, curtains were hung in every window of the residents, and the drone couldn't take a specific picture, so I don't know what the situation was.

After thinking about it, Kemeng motioned for everyone to give way, and then patted the scarf, and the round tangyuan hairballs appeared.