People are subjective.

If the world in front of us is really related to Mordin, then it is not impossible for a world dominated by women to appear.

Of course, until there is conclusive evidence, everything is speculation.

Qin Ran stood at the door of 2-1-6, watching the detectives search in and out of the room with his identity, while Graydy's eyes were looking at Qin Ran.

"You don't seem to be worried at all?"

Grady asked.

"There's nothing there except for a few books."

"And those books are not rare or unique, they can be bought on the market."

Qin Ran replied.

"Really?"

"Please come with me, I need your help me to make sure there's something missing in your room."

Grady continued to look at Qin Ran with suspicion, and then, gestured.

Qin Ran nodded and walked in with Grady.

His gaze swept over the messy first floor.

"Nope."

Although things were messy and turned over, according to Qin Ran's memories before leaving, there was not a single thing missing here, and the same was true for the second floor.

Several rooms were in shambles, and in the office, the bookcase was opened, and the contents were scattered all over the floor.

"The youngest winner of the Feron Prize in Psychology?"

Gredy picked up the photo on the ground and looked at Qin Ran in a little surprise.

Obviously, this 'Feron' has a pivotal position in the world of psychology, so much so that half of the layman knows the other side.

Then Gredy thought of something.

"No wonder you don't care about the losses you can make up for with money."

"With it, you've got the key to the vault door."

The female detective said.

"I didn't steal, I didn't rob, I just fended for myself, there's nothing shameful about that, is it?"

Qin Ran asked rhetorically and walked quickly to the third floor.

Compared with the first and second floors, the living area where Qin Ran's identity lives on the third floor is the hardest hit area in the real sense, the computer was thrown on the ground, the chassis was disassembled, none of the books on the books stayed in their original positions, and even the mattress of the bed with his identity was cut with a sharp weapon.

After Qin Ran looked around the room, he walked to the book with the photo in it.

The book fell to the ground.

And the photos inside are missing.

"Lost something?"

Gredy, who had been watching Qin Ran, immediately walked over and asked after seeing Qin Ran's movements.

There was no doubt that the intruder was looking for something.

What is it?

Grady couldn't be sure.

But one thing, Grady is certain.

The intruder in front of me has something to do with that dismemberment!

Because, this scene is too similar to the scene of the previous dismemberment case.

Except for the absence of a single incomplete corpse, it is almost identical.

It's messy to the point that it doesn't leave the mark it should have.

Fingerprints, footprints, nothing.

Even the monitoring probe seems to have become an ornament.

Greydie didn't know what the other party used, but she knew that since the other party had reappeared and broken into the home of the previous victim's ex-husband, it would ...... If you keep an eye on the victim's ex-husband, you will definitely gain something, and even an unexpected gain.

And the key point is what the other party is looking for!

"Photos."

Qin Ran answered truthfully, but concealed the specific description.

"What a photo."

Grady asked.

"My picture."

Qin Ran continued to answer.

"You mean that the intruder came into your home and rummaged through it as if it were being demolished, just to find a picture of you?"

"Do you have a stalker who is madly obsessed with you?"

Graydie was obviously not satisfied with such an answer, staring at Qin Ran with those sharp eyes.

"Who knows?"

Qin Ran said with a smile.

Whew, whew!

Graydy's breathing was heavy and rapid.

If it weren't for the fact that it was illegal to beat someone for no reason, she would definitely fall over the shoulder and throw the guy with a smile on his face on the ground and rush down his face.

"If you have my phone number, if you have a situation or if you think of something, let me know."

With that, Gredy huffed and walked downstairs.

Qin Ran didn't send it.

He watched the other party leave as he secretly arranged for someone to keep an eye on him, and then, Qin Ran began to pick up the books scattered on the ground one by one and put them back on the shelves.

The case where the computer was disassembled, Qin Ran also reassembled it and put it on the computer desk.

And after doing all this, Qin Ran seemed to be a little tired and sat on the chair to rest.

At the curtain where Qin Ran was facing back, a palm stretched out.

The black leather gloves, under the light, give people an uncomfortable feeling when they look at it, and when the palm of the hand is completely out of the curtain, the discomfort of ordinary people becomes completely terrifying.

Because......

That's the palm of a hand with an arm.

There is no torso, no feet, and no head that should be connected.

This arm went down the curtain without making a sound, like a crawling gecko, and approached Qin Ran who was resting on the chair little by little.

It climbed up the legs and backrest.

In the process, he was careful not to touch Qin Ran's body.

When he grabbed the back of the chair, the five fingers of his palm bent hard, and his entire arm flew up and grabbed towards the back of Qin Ran's neck.

And then......

Scratched the air.

Just when this palm was about to grab Qin Ran's neck, Qin Ran suddenly turned his head, and his palm and arm brushed Qin Ran's neck.

Without waiting for this palm to hit the computer screen, Qin Ran grabbed the other party with one hand.

Like a live fish that had been fished ashore, this palm struggled violently in Qin Ran's hand, and the next moment, the palm grabbed Qin Ran's eyes in a way that completely violated the definition of joints.

However, when the fire in Qin Ran's palm flashed slightly, this palm twitched rapidly, as if it had been drained of all its strength, and hung down, and it quickly decayed, like a highly decomposed corpse.

The stench was accompanied by the flow of juice, and under Qin Ran's gaze, the entire arm, including the glove, disappeared.

A touch of 'power' escapes in the air.

Similar to the insomniac's strength, but a little more.

Without a command, 'gluttony' began to devour this power.

And Qin Ran, who was standing on the side, narrowed his eyes.

Although the arm turned into a puddle of pus, the touch of the electric light just now was enough to make Qin Ran sure that it was a woman's arm.

The skin is smooth and there are no more muscles.

His ex-wife had just been dismembered, with only a head and torso in the locker, but no arms or legs, and at night, a woman's arm appeared in his room and attacked him.

Qin Ran didn't think it would be a coincidence.

In other words, Qin Ran never thought that there would be a coincidence.

After 'Gluttony' digested and distributed this power to the five major source forces, Qin Ran turned around and walked down the third floor, and then, jumping out of the semi-enclosed balcony on the second floor, blending into the night.

And the two detectives who were staring at Qin Ran's bedroom from beginning to end didn't notice that the person they were staring at had already disappeared.

……

McCloth hummed a minor key to a popular song of the moment.

The day's work is finally over.

As a partner and executor of this forensic studio, she had to devote most of her time here.

Not only because she had put all her money into this forensic studio, but also because she had borrowed a large amount of money from the bank, and the thought of the monthly loan had given McCloth a headache, and her humming voice was a little out of tune.

"It will take another ten years to pay it off."

"I hope I don't die of overwork."

Whispering to herself, McCloth began her daily tour of the studio before leaving.

While most people don't aim for a forensic studio, some people with special hobbies keep an eye on it.

As an independent forensic office working with the police department, there are neither 24-hour patrol officers nor sufficient security forces, which is really the favorite of those people.

McCloth didn't want her to come here the next day, lose a key client, have her forensic license revoked, close her studio, and find herself in the miserable situation of not being able to pay off her mortgage and having her house taken by the bank.

Therefore, McCloth's rounds were not routine, but very serious.

And with such an attitude, McCloth quickly noticed something wrong:

Someone had entered the morgue where the bodies were kept.

Moreover, not only did he come in, but he also opened the body locker where the corpses were kept.

"Damn it!"

"You'd better not touch my client!"

"Otherwise, I'll let you know what a tragic end is!"

Looking at the corpse locker that had been pulled apart, but not closed, leaving a crack, McCloth cursed under her breath, and her hand reached into her backpack and pulled out a stun gun, which she had specially applied for after she became a medical examiner in the police department.

Step by step, McCloth approached the corpse locker.

When you are about two steps away from the corpse locker, you can pull the body locker open by raising your hand

Bang!

The door behind McCloth slammed shut.

The sudden closing of the door startled McCloth.

Subconsciously, McCloth turned her head to check.

And the moment she turned her head, the incandescent light above her head flashed continuously.

Thorn, sting.

The sound of electricity reverberates incessantly.

"When I have the money, I will definitely re-modify the circuit...... Yes! ”

McCloth looked up at the flickering incandescent light and muttered, but before she could finish, she was grabbed by the collar by a palm and pulled back.

Behind McCloth, the corpse locker, which had a gap, opened silently at some point.

An arm reached out of the body bag, grabbed McCloth by the collar, and dragged her into the body locker.

Bang!

As McCloth was dragged into the body-locker, the body-keeping closet immediately shut down, and McCloth's screams came to an abrupt end.

The flickering lights returned to normal.

The door to the morgue was also opened again.

It's business as usual.

After the stun gun on the ground was swept into the corner of the morgue by an invisible force, there was no evidence that McCloth had ever been here.

Even on the surveillance, there is a snowflake, and there is no record.

Even the best detectives come here and have doubts.

But Qin Ran won't.

After entering McCloth's studio, he followed McCloth's footprints directly into the morgue in the [Tracking] field of vision.

Then, head straight to the locker where McCloth had been dragged in.

But he didn't wait for Qin Ran to get closer.

The corpse locker marked with Mary suddenly opened, blocking Qin Ran's way forward, the zipper on the body bag was opened, and the corpse that had lost its arms and legs sat up slowly, without any look, leaving only a muddy corpse Looking at Qin Ran who was close at hand, a smile appeared on his stiff face.

"2567, are you coming to see me?"

The corpse asked.

"It's not."

"Lie down."

"Go back."

Qin Ran said very simply.

"Didn't you really come to see me?"

The corpse's stiff face was full of disappointment.

Qin Ran looked at the other party silently.

The corpse immediately wanted to smile, but when it noticed Qin Ran's indifferent eyes, it inexplicably felt that there was a kind of suppression from the origin of life, and what it wanted to say just now turned into survival instinct when it came to its mouth.

"Okay."

"Right now."

"Goodbye."

The corpse lay back into the body bag, and the body locker slowly closed as the zipper on the body bag was closed.

Qin Ran walked to the corpse locker where McCloth had been dragged into.

He didn't choose to open the corpse locker, but only slightly released some chaotic and evil aura, and when a faint smell of sulfur began to appear in the air, the corpse locker opened instantly.

McCloth vomited as if she had vomited.

She's covered in slime.

Or more accurately: corpse water.

His eyes were full of horror.

"Don't, don't come here!"

McCloth shouted like this, and after shouting several times in a row, he realized that he had come out, surrounded by bright lights, and no longer the dim slaughterhouse filled with the smell of blood.

"Y-You're 2567?"

The frightened McCloth took a few breaths before seeing Qin Ran standing beside him.

Suddenly, McCloth was like a drowning man who had found a life-saving straw, and he crawled close to Qin Ran, wanting to hug Qin Ran's thigh.

However, he didn't wait for McCloth to get closer.

Qin Ran kicked the other party away as soon as he raised his foot.

Qin Ran didn't have a habit of cleanliness.

But this does not mean that Qin Ran is willing to let a person who is stained with corpse water hold him.

McCloth was stunned.

She looked at the man in front of her in confusion.

She didn't understand why the man in front of her was doing this.

Didn't they come to save her?

McCloth thought blankly.

And then

Bang!

The door to the morgue closed again, and the incandescent lights above the head flickered again.

A rich, pungent smell of blood began to appear.

"Ahhh

The familiar situation evoked the memories of McCloth's terrifying experience just now, and the female forensic doctor immediately let out a scream, and rushed towards Qin Ran again without thinking about it.

But as before, McCloth was kicked away again.

Moreover, this time, Qin Ran obviously controlled the force, and in just the right way, McCloth hit the wall on one side.

With a roll of his eyes, McCloth fainted.

An entire wall of corpse lockers began to shake.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of the metal cabinet crashing filled the room.

Of course, not all lockers are shaking.

The corpse locker containing Mary's body was very quiet, but the rest of the body locker was like a wild horse about to escape, as if it was about to fly out in the next moment.

Goo, goo.

The cry of hunger in the stomach was accompanied by the sound of swallowing saliva.

Suddenly, the entire morgue was silent.

The bodies that shook and seemed to be about to fly out shrank back one by one and closed tightly, leaving no gaps.