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The Sikong people were extremely clear, and even the micro-expressions on their faces could be seen clearly.

The plainclothes police are suddenly grasping the overall situation, and the joy of winning thousands of miles away.

"It turns out that this is what power tastes like."

Plainclothes police teeth stretched out their hands, as if holding the whole world.

"Numbered Wind-2308, what's the situation, we can't get too close to the bait."

Suddenly, a voice came from the liaison in my ears.

The plainclothes police looked at the pattern fed back by the tracker, and was full of confidence: "Everything is in control, all I need is an order-"

'Poof! ’

The words came to an abrupt halt.

I saw that the virtual screen on the wrist of the plainclothes police officer suddenly went black, flashing a green signal, and finally, a blood-red exclamation mark appeared.

'The tracking device is damaged and the object cannot be identified'

"Impossible!"

The screaming of plainclothes police teeth, the raising of voices, and even the borrowing of a contact device, punctured the eardrums of other police teeth.

"Oh no, something happened!"

"Hurry up, hurry to the bait!"

The faces of the other police teeth changed drastically, and they didn't know that something was wrong, so they didn't care about camouflage, so they rushed to the bait.

When the plainclothes police arrived, looking at the scene in front of him, he almost went dark and fainted.

On the side of an old asphalt road, Scar's chest collapsed into it, hanging from a tree branch, looking like it was getting more air in than out.

Talking, lying alone on the road, his eyes glaring at the sky, a pair of hands, straight forward, as if to choke the throat of fate.

And the shuttle head grabbed the ground with his head, stuck upside down in the field on the side of the road, and struggled with a pair of legs, growing wantonly.

As for Dusk Xin and Yin San, they looked like they were more sad than dead, and they were weak and slumped on the ground.

What a miserable defeat scene!

The tragic atmosphere is coming.

The police teeth who rushed to the scene were shocked and subconsciously slowed down.

"It's over, it's all over......"

The plainclothes police tooth walked to the 'corpse' of the chatterboxer in despair, but unexpectedly, a fierce man sat up, and the plainclothes policeman was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and the grass and trees grabbed the weapon desperately.

"Lure, what about the bait?"

The plainclothes policeman asked unwillingly.

"Captured by the murderer, my bitter brother! At a young age, he is about to be dismembered! Holy! ”

The chatter was very sad and cried loudly: "If you want to kill, kill ...... Brother Dao is good! Why embarrass my confidant! ”

Sikong, who was getting more air in than out, coughed violently, fell from the branch, and snapped on the side of the road.

Plainclothes police officers lost their eyes and sat on the ground, looking at the tragic battle scene in confusion, muttering: "How is it possible, how is it possible, how can the tracker be damaged." ”

…………

"This tracker made of human skin is really good."

Galloping like electricity, the wind in his ears swept by, blowing the chaotic hair.

The surrounding scenery moves back at a rapid pace.

Sikong has mastered its own strength perfectly, with a speed of up to Mach 1, reaching the limit speed of the mid-level of the one-dimensional microstring level.

Soon they were swept onto a national highway.

Sikong held the tracker in his hand, and the tracker, which should have uploaded information all the time, fell into a strange dead silence at this moment.

Even the kinetic energy device at its core was solidified and inoperable.

"It's a pity that the use of biological communication technology is my weak point, and I can't learn from it."

Under the strong wind, Sikong Xuemei's eyes slowly rotated, adding a strange aura to him.

'Huh......'

A traffic hovering train drove across the national highway, and Sikong suddenly accelerated and stuck to the train.

Sikong turned around, but saw a figure chasing after him from a distance.

"It's worthy of the emperor's teeth, you have discovered this. However, I didn't expect it to be you. ”

Wang Yongquan looked at the hovering train that disappeared in the distance and smiled coldly.

"You really have a problem."

Holding on to his earlobe, Superintendent Wang was about to contact others, when suddenly, his movements froze.

In his eyes, a trace of scarlet flashed, recalling that day in the interrogation room, because of Sikong's unruliness, he was actually punished by You Pingwei.

Even, subject to seclusion.

"An ordinary person dares to contradict me? One-dimensional ants, I don't know how many I killed! ”

Wang Yongquan smiled hideously, directly turned off the ear bone contact instrument, and disappeared in place in an instant.

With his departure, the green vegetation around him seemed to have been taken away from life, and suddenly withered and decayed.

Even the beast hundreds of meters away was only a white skeleton, and there was not a trace of flesh and blood in sight.

This is the real place where we pass, where not a single inch of grass grows, and life is extinguished.

With the bustling crowd, Sikong stepped off the train.

Shaking off his clothes, Sikong seemed to be a different person.

Wearing a black top hat, carrying a suitcase, and a tall embossed sweater, he has a little more approachable temperament.

As for the original owner of this outfit, he was still asleep in a bush on the road when the train came.

Lifting his top hat, Sikong walked out of the station.

Passing by the noisy streets, Sikong looked at the somewhat dilapidated iron gate in front of him.

Behind the iron gate, there is a residential area with yellowish buildings and yellow leaves.

"Hello, is it Ms. Liu Fang's home?"

Sikong had a warm smile on his lips and looked politely at the person who opened the door.

The man who opened the door looked at Sikong suspiciously: "Who are you?" ”

Sikong nodded, and took out a paper document from the suitcase without hurrying: "I am from the Fourth Gathering Star Emperor Tooth Bureau." ”

The man didn't have time to look at the paper documents, but he saw that he entered the house in one step.

At the same time, the Chinese part of the hand was quickly withdrawn.

The room was small, and the ceiling had fallen off, revealing an anthill-like roof.

At the dinner table, wisps of sour sour air wafted from leftovers, and there was little oil and water, most of which were some stumps and leaves that no one wanted in the market.

The grade of household appliances is still stuck in a hundred years ago, and there are even rats chirping from time to time in the house.

However, in the middle of the room, there is a mourning hall.

The incense candle is the size of a baby's arm, offering fresh melons and fruits, and the photos on the mourning hall are wiped without falling dust.

It doesn't fit in with the rest of the house.

Sikong glanced at the kneeling futon under the mourning hall, and turned to the man and said, "The deceased, Ms. Liu Fang, must be your mother." ”

The man impatiently pushed Sikong over, protected the mourning hall, looked at Sikong's expensive clothes, and the corners of his eyes twitched: "What are you going to do?" Emperor Tooth? ”

"It's been five years, five years! You emperors haven't found the murderer yet, and you've been telling me to keep quiet, don't be quiet! ”

"Yes."

Sikong nodded and took out a stack of purple micro coins from his suitcase: "Don't make a noise." It's hush money, forget about your mother's death, and forget about the case. ”

"You want me to forget!"

The man's eyes cracked, and he grabbed Sikong's clothes, his eyes were red, and the saliva on his teeth was elongated: "You emperor's teeth are not patient, you can't catch the murderer, you have to erase the traces of the case, do you want me to forget?!" ”

"No way!"

Sikong smiled coldly and casually threw down the purple micro coins in his hand.

A dull sound came out, and the purple micro coin fell on the floor, as if it fell on the man's heart.

"We Emperor Ya do things, what are you? If I hear any wind, heh......"

Sikong broke free of the man's hand, patted the wrinkled clothes, walked to the door, turned his head sideways and said coldly: "Get out, this residential area is about to be demolished." ”

'Bump through! ’

The door slammed shut.

The man bowed his head and stood silently.

Suddenly, he slowly squatted down and picked up a few photos that had accidentally fallen.

In the photo, there are broken corpses in woven bags.

There are also many police teeth dispatched, and their faces are solemn to surround a courtyard scene.

Also, a compass-shaped mechanism.

Seeing this, the man's furious heart was quiet.

"Who the hell are you......"