Seven o'clock in the evening.

Kemeng stood in front of the window on the sixth floor, with no lights on in the room, and it was dark behind him.

There were no soldiers downstairs in the library, and it was empty, just as it was that night.

Kemeng's palms clenched, and some kind of distraction rose in his heart.

If you resist that distraction, you won't get any information.

As his gaze deepened, he felt his body synchronize with his environment.

The three teammates behind him stood in the room, feeling the unusually cold.

However, in the vision glasses, the shadows are brighter, allowing the investigator to see the corners.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the stains in the house became unusually clear, and there were more coherent steps.

From the doorway to the bookshelf, to the window, and back to the door.

Luo Yuan and the three of them glanced at each other, which was an extremely important clue.

"You stay here to guard Amon, and if there are any abnormal signs, interrupt his synaesthesia immediately." Captain Luo commanded in a low voice, for fear of affecting Kemeng's synaesthesia.

Cheng Le nodded, and Luo Yuan and Doctor Liang walked along the footsteps to the closed door.

Open the door and remove a crack, but there are no stained footprints outside the door.

The environment outside the house is not good enough, and it is difficult to see with glasses.

Glasses have to be matched with some specific props to show their effect, and on-site investigation or synaesthesia is the strongest.

The two turned back, and Kemeng had already entered a state of synaesthesia.

Kimon heard the muttering of the figure, muttering something.

Kemon cleared his mind further and listened to his voice, only to hear a chaotic language.

The chaotic language is very unpleasant, it seems to be incompatible with the human body, and it makes people sick to their stomachs and convulsions when they hear it.

Cheng Le saw that the situation was not good, and immediately called "Kemeng".

Kemeng heard Cheng Le's words, and immediately took out the rational transcript from his arms, opened the book and read the sentences.

In an instant, Kemon calmed down and his distracting thoughts dissipated.

Those chaotic whispers were no longer terrifying, but they still disgusted Kemon from the bottom of his heart, as if they were anti-human words, and listening carefully would cause unknown changes in the human body.

Kemon couldn't tell what kind of language it was, but his body instinctively hated it.

"Resistance +0.1"

Kemon resisted a mental disturbance and successfully increased his mental resistance.

"Amon, what happened just now?" Luo Yuan worried.

"I heard some words, but it was messy and disgusting." Kemeng shook his head, looked downstairs again, and suddenly saw a figure walking on the ground, walking towards the security post.

But in the next second, the figure disappeared.

It was an illusion, and Kermon had a hunch that as long as he continued to accept the chaotic whispers, Kermon could see more of the picture.

"It's a trap designed by the enemy, and I can't synaesthesia." Luo Yuan frowned, this task is going to be yellow, let a more advanced person investigate, or temporarily seal.

"It's a trap, but through the process of listening, I have a deeper connection with the suspect, and I can see a deeper picture."

"Are you really going to take the risk?"

"I saw a figure, and I needed more." Kemon looked at the captain with an extremely firm attitude.

Although those strange words are disgusting, the power that swells out of the body is also fighting against the inexplicable whispers.

Coupled with the help of the rational codex, Kemon was even more fearless.

If he is really defeated, his own spirituality will also send a strong warning, but Kemeng's body does not produce that kind of strong warning, he just feels very disgusted, and has not risen to the point of losing his mind.

Luo Yuan took a deep breath, "Ten seconds, then just rest for a while, and try again if the information is insufficient, don't do it all at once, it's very dangerous." ”

Kemon closed the Rational Codex, held it with his palm down, and looked downstairs.

With the strength of his resistance, Kemon began to listen to the hoarse and foul-smelling whispers.

The eardrum vibrates and the heart beats faster.

My stomach tumbled, and a feeling of nausea poured all over my body.

For exactly ten seconds, Kemon struggled with nausea.

The resistance power in the body continues to exert force, clearing the abnormal power.

"Kemon!" A voice rang out behind Kemon.

Kemon immediately opened the Rational Transcript and read the sentences inside.

The tumbling thoughts were immediately quickly suppressed, and the person became calm.

Because he calmed down, Kemon had another hallucination in front of his eyes.

Men in blue security uniforms walked downstairs and got into a van in front of the library.

Kemon's eyes froze, and he focused on the van's license plate number.

Whale X· XX698。

Whale, that is, the meaning of whale market.

Kemeng told Luo Yuan the information he saw, and after Luo Yuan heard it, he said solemnly: "It's hard work." ”

The license plate number reported by Kemeng was immediately taken seriously by the superiors, and the traffic police made efforts to quickly find the target vehicle.

Half an hour later, a message came.

"License plate Whale X· XX698's car was found and abandoned in the parking lot four kilometers away from the library. ”

"The person was not inside, he changed the car again, and he was already out of the city, and it was a gang that committed the crime." Luo Yuan sighed.

The prisoners have run out of the city, and if it is a professional anti-reconnaissance criminal, coupled with the combination of some special objects, it is difficult to catch.

Kemon and the others went to the parking lot and saw the abandoned van on the spot.

Looking at the van, that familiar feeling came up again.

Kemon sat in the driver's seat of the van and shook his head after a minute, "Not the driver's seat. ”

Then Kermon sat in the back seat, closed his eyes and felt quietly, and after a minute, some kind of image came to mind.

In the pitch-black car, the driver and he were wearing black suits, black shoes, and black hats, and they were all in black.

Get out of the car, change into another car, and drive away quickly.

Kemon opened his eyes, dictated the appearance of the criminal, and talked to the expert in criminal simulation portraits.

When the expert finished drawing the portrait, Kemon nodded, almost identical to the two people who felt it, ninety percent similar, close to ten percent.

At this point, it's a little late.

During the long wait, Kemon took a sip of water to soothe his thirsty throat.

After drinking the water, he took the water bottle and poked it gently, then took it back and was stunned for a moment.

Is this the sequelae of the stab?

I don't usually feel much of the side effects of the trident, but it seems that it has not disappeared, but the effect is too low.

However, once you use too much, the intensity of the side effects will be different.

Toot, Captain Luo's cell phone rang.

After talking on the phone for a while, Luo Yuan happily hung up the phone, turned his head and said to his teammates:

"Someone has been found!"

"Although the car they transferred to left Whale City, the two people did not run out of Whale City, and haunted the cold water street of Whale City, and then the official locked down a suspicious house, the owner has not returned for three months, and it is possible that they will occupy it."

Kemeng listened, and immediately followed Luo Yuan to set off to the target residence.

Captain Luo ran the red light all the way, and several military vehicles followed behind him, flying up quickly.

Twenty minutes later, the crowd got out of the car and stopped in front of a house.

Under the cover of night, the three-storey old-fashioned single-family building has no lights, and the main entrance is a patina copper door, and the scene is too quiet, making some people feel uneasy, and their eyes unconsciously drift to people's balconies.

Kemon glanced at the time, and at eleven fifty-nine p.m., it was about to reach midnight.

A bad premonition slowly rose in my heart.