Looking at Teresa who was driving from the rearview mirror, Qin Ran didn't have any surprises. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Theresa wasn't the young Boskine around her.

After the previous scene, if Teresa still allowed Boskine to watch him, then Qin Ran would really have to wonder how Teresa became this sheriff.

"It seems to be angry, but in fact it is extremely calm, knowing that tough persecution will only backfire, but instead let us act and then follow ...... I'm afraid that the anger just now is also mostly acting, right? ”

Qin Ran couldn't help laughing.

I don't care about the female sheriff's tracking.

Even, in some ways, Qin Ran really wanted the other party to follow.

After all, compared to Boskine next to him, the other party has more information about the 'Winchester House' bombing.

This is very important to Qin Ran, who needs to find the main quest.

Because, Qin Ran has reason to believe that the main quest should be related to the bombing of 'Winchester House', at least a clue.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have the room key in his pocket.

As for the possibility of being completely unrelated?

Not for nothing.

But it's very little!

Each dungeon world is a real world, and trying to find a main quest in it is really difficult to find a needle in a haystack for a real world where various events happen every day, and this level of difficulty is even desperate.

But what if something like this really happens?

Qin Ran, who has a suspicious personality, couldn't help but face up to this possibility.

"If such a possibility really happens, then I need to think in a different direction - although each dungeon world is as huge as the real world, it has some traces of 'themes', and the main quest is closely related to these 'themes', the survival of the novice dungeon, the search for the first dungeon world, the alien spirits in Alcatraz Island, and the mysterious psychic dungeon derived from it, and even the subsequent foreign objects, demons, and wars!"

"So ......"

"What is the theme of the dungeon world in front of you?"

"Or what does the system want me to do?"

Qin Ran narrowed his eyes and remembered carefully.

It's a pity that nothing was found.

It had been less than a day since he entered this dungeon world, and Qin Ran, who didn't have any associated memories, had too much difficulty in confirming things like the theme.

Call!

In the end, Qin Ran took a deep breath and temporarily gave up such useless thinking.

He began to pay attention to the useful information in front of him.

"Do you know the specifics of the guy we're looking for?"

Qin Ran asked.

"That guy was called Pani, nicknamed 'Jackal', and he was the gang boss in charge of my neighborhood at the time, a drug-addicted bastard who was suspected of a murder case involving him when he was a teenager, but was eventually pardoned by a judge for lack of evidence, and this experience made this guy take it as a reputation, and pulled up a gang to start selling illegal drugs, and then, two years ago, completely controlled the underground business in that neighborhood - there. Prostitute. Female, gangsters, all nightclubs and venues are in his charge! It can be said that nine out of ten of the illegal incidents that occurred in that neighborhood were related to him! ”

Boskine said this with hatred on his face.

For young policemen, their own righteous hearts simply do not allow such scumbags to appear.

Qin Ran is another aspect of concern.

"Even if you rely on the reputation of 'murderer' and bluff many subordinates, if you don't have some ability, you can't really control a neighborhood, and not everyone can call out the name 'jackal', at least it's very cunning and ferocious."

A person's name may be wrong because of their parents, etc.

But the name given by others is not.

"Such a guy would never pay attention to an explosion for no reason!"

Qin Ran became more and more affirmative.

Half an hour later, Qin Ran and Boskine stood at the door of a night club.

'Dance. Mother'!

The extinguished neon signs cobbled together such names, the doors were locked, and uncleaned garbage was piled up in front of them.

For any night club, the time from sunrise to setting is night.

Of course, that's just for most people who don't know the inside story.

"Go this way!"

Boskine glanced at the garbage on the ground and walked to the side alley.

At the end of the alley there is a small low door.

"That garbage is actually a code to knock on the door."

Boskine said as he raised his hand to the door.

Squeak!

The moment Boskine's finger tapped on the door, the low door opened.

A pitch-black doorway emerges.

The smell of blood on his face made Boskin's face change.

"Be careful!"

The young policeman took out his gun and pointed it at the darkness in front of him, reminding Qin Ran.

Then, it's time to go down.

Behind the low door is not a smooth path, but a downward staircase, and one has to bend down through the low door and step on the stairs to enter.

And those who are inside can go straight and get into it smoothly.

To put it simply, it's easy to defend and hard to attack.

Qin Ran raised his hand and grabbed Boskine's shoulders and pulled the other party back.

"Don't move if you don't want to be blown to pieces!"

Facing the puzzled Boskine, Qin Ran bent down and took out the lighter in his pocket.

Syllable!

After the crunch of the electric fire, a cluster of flames lit up the staircase in front of him.

At a glance, Boskine saw a thin line running across the staircase.

Cold sweat immediately covered the young policeman's forehead.

Boskine wasn't an idiot, he knew very well why this thin line existed, and what would have been the result if he had stepped on it just now.

Qin Ran held the lighter, crawled into the low door, glanced inward and retreated.

"Find a bomb disposal expert!"

"What's inside is not something we can solve!"

Qin Ran said so.

It's not a simple 'trick mine' made with a grenade, but a bomb with an electronic device connected to it in the real sense.

Qin Ran couldn't guarantee what would happen after he cut the thin thread in front of him.

"Okay, okay!"

Boskin, who had passed by death, looked at Qin Ran and nodded with gratitude on his face, and then took out his mobile phone and began to dial.

The ringtone of the mobile phone rang at the mouth of the alley.

Boskine looked at Teresa as he walked in from the mouth of the alley in surprise.

"Sheriff, you?"

"As a police officer, I didn't even notice that I was being followed, and I now wonder how you got into the Serious Crime Unit!"

The female sheriff took the lead.

Shame immediately appeared on Boskine's face.

The female sheriff ignored her young subordinates, and looked at Qin Ran, who had a calm face and was not the least surprised.

She could see that Qin Ran had already discovered her.

This made the sheriff frown.

However, the female sheriff did not want to dwell on this issue.

"What did you find?"

She asked.

"Sheriff, it's a bomb!"

Boskine quickly reported, and Qin Ran used a lighter to illuminate again.

After seeing the thin line, the female sheriff learned the appearance of Qin Ran, and after taking a look inside, she immediately took out her mobile phone and reported.

Then, his gaze looked at Qin Ran again.

"I think we need to talk."

The sheriff said.

"That's what I thought too."

Qin Ran responded with a smile. (To be continued.) )