Chapter 3: Aliens
The two stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the corpses below. J felt a little frustrated, and at the same time, he couldn't understand why the other party wanted to kill himself.
Fan Mang wanted to see if there would be any changes in this corpse, even if the appearance was the same, there would always be a difference in the internal organs, right? Fan Mang also saw a shining box next to the alien corpse, but J's eyes didn't seem to see it?
"Fan, don't worry, he committed suicide and has nothing to do with us." J turned around and put away the pistol, comforting Fan Mang.
"J, don't you think there's something strange about what he said? Maybe he killed himself out of fear. ”
J looked puzzled: "Because you are afraid of being killed by others, you commit suicide?" Fan, this is not a good time to tell jokes. Let's go, it looks like tonight's bar hunt is over, you have to go back to the police station with me to make a record, there's a police car going here. ”
Downstairs, the two came to the corpse.
[Discover the Bronze Treasure Chest and open it to get a reward.] 】
Of course, Fan Mang immediately chose to open it, and saw that the box disappeared instantly, and at the same time, the system showed that he had obtained two free attribute points.
Access to system personal information.
FAN Mang,
Gender: Male,
Level: 2,
Health: 66,
Spiritual: 1.1,
Strength: 1.1,
Speed: 1.1,
Special Abilities: None,
Weapons: None,
Free attribute point 6
Added a little bit of upgrade attribute points to spirit, strength and speed, turning it into 2.1, Fan Mang instantly collapsed comfortably on the ground, which is much more exciting than using experience cards.
"Hey, Fan, I'll just say you can't see dead people, don't worry, there's me." J hugged Fan Mang, this roommate's guts are not good.
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"What are you making, are you making for people to eat? The only thing of value in my family is my pickup truck. "Edgar, the little farmer, was cursing his wife when he heard something exploding outside.
He picked up the shotgun he had in hand, pushed open the door, and saw that his pickup truck was gone, with a large pit in the ground and flames burning in the trees next to it.
"What's going on?" The wife came out and felt that her hands and feet were weak, did this mean that there was a missile hitting here?
"Get back inside!" After Edgar drove his wife back, he took his shotgun and walked slowly. There is a good chance that there will be danger here, and he can't put his wife in danger as well.
Standing on the edge of the pit, Edgar looked down, and it was pitch black below, as if something was there.
"Please put the transmitter on the ground." A stiff voice came from the pit.
"You want me to put down my gun? Unless you can eat me raw! "Edgar clicked, loaded the gun, ruined his pickup truck, made such a big hole in front of his house, and dared to threaten him?
"Good idea, I take your suggestion."
Before Edgar could understand what the other party meant, he saw a tentacle-like thing pop out of the pit, and before he could even shoot, he was grabbed by the head by the thing and dragged in, only to let out a scream.
There was a sound of chewing something from the pit, and Edgar's screams slowly died down.
Half a minute later, a corpse that seemed to be missing flesh and bones was thrown up and dragged down again, and then Edgar jumped up again, moved his neck as if nothing had happened, and returned to the house with a shotgun.
"Edgar, what the hell is that?" The wife was relieved to see her husband return.
"Sugar."
"Sugar? Sugar will blow a big hole in front of our house? The wife was obviously not convinced, and she had faintly heard the screams just now.
"Give me sugar."
The wife is a little puzzled, the husband doesn't seem to like sweet food before, what's wrong today? However, she saw her husband's serious expression and hurriedly handed the sugar jar to her husband, probably because her husband was also a little nervous and needed sugar to relieve pressure.
"Poured into the water. More. ”
A jar of granulated sugar mixed with a glass of water did not even dissolve completely, and was drunk by Edgar. But when Edgar looked up, the wife noticed that her husband's skin had become extremely loose.
"Your skin looks like it's going to fall." The wife hesitated and said, how could she never find out before? Could it be that the husband has some strange disease?
Edgar looked in the mirror and saw that the skin on his neck was indeed loose, and he reached out and grabbed his hair, lifting it up, and his entire facial features were distorted, as if the whole skin had been pulled up.
"Are you better?"
His wife rolled her eyes and fell directly to the ground, and Edgar walked out of the room with a shotgun and pushed his flying machine out of the pit.
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"I swear I'm telling the truth, that guy really has two pairs of eyelids when he blinks." J looked at the two colleagues, why don't you believe me?
"Two pairs of eyelids?" The fat cop glanced at the sheriff in the white shirt, "You mean his eyes are like car lights, and there are high and low beams?" ”
The sheriff stifled a smile, "Well, Edwards, did he blink before or after you said he pulled out that evaporating gun?" ”
"After that, sir."
"Then why hasn't anyone else seen this strange phenomenon?" The sheriff asked rhetorically.
"Fan saw it, and he also came back with me to make a record, didn't you ask him?" J knew he was hard to believe, but he was telling the truth.
"As for why the person who was supposed to patrol today didn't see it, it was because his belly was too big to catch up with the robbers." J glanced at the fat policeman.
"Edwards, what's wrong with your brain? Could it be that you threw that person from the roof? "The fat policeman is not happy, why are you involved with me when something happens?
"Shut up, you go next door and see how the interrogation goes." The sheriff stopped the two colleagues from pointing fingers at each other and looked at J again: "You have to think it through here." ”
In the next room, Fan Mang was also sitting on a chair, with a very bright lamp above his head, shining directly above his head.
"Are you sure you didn't suck? Haven't been before? Lilith, the over-breasted policewoman, stared into Fan Mang's eyes.
"Nope. And you can look into my resume and tax records, I don't have the money to touch that kind of thing. ”
"You mean, if you have money, you'll suck it?" Lilith approached Fan Mang and stared at Fan Mang condescendingly, but Fan Mang's perspective was just right to see her human breasts.
"Officer, I was invited back as a witness to make a record, but I am not a prisoner, I am responsible for everything I say, and you must also be responsible for your words, otherwise I will ask a lawyer to sue you."
Fan Mang's heart crossed Erlang's legs, and aliens appeared, so MIB would definitely come forward, and then the policewoman's memory would be cleared, and the relevant video materials would also be cleared, so it didn't matter if he said something radical now.
With a click, a fat policeman opened the door and came in: "Lilith, what did this kid confess, did Edwards push that person off the roof?" ”
"Hey, I'm interrogating here, who let you in?" Lilith was a little dissatisfied.
"The sheriff asked me to come over and help. Boy, hurry up and explain, don't delay me from work! "I still have to interrogate him at night, I don't know if I delay him to sleep?
"I repeat, the suicide was an alien, the evidence is that he has two pairs of eyelids, and you can send a medical examiner to dissect his body."
"Aliens? You two are going to use this kind of lie to cover up the fact that you killed someone? "The fat cop has a look on his face that has seen through your tricks.
"Lilith, let's go out for a while, have a cup of coffee, let him sober up here, and come back later, I'm sure he'll know how to tell the truth." The fat officer dragged Lilith out.
Fan Mang was not in a hurry, and there was a faint smile on his face. After a while, a woman knocked on the door and entered, still with a document around her neck.
"I believe what you say, hello, I'm Assistant Coroner Laura Vivier. You can come to the morgue with J in a moment, I have proof. ”