Emerald City, the most prosperous city in the entire civilian area, is also the most mixed city, in the shadows of this city all the time breeding some strange things, there are also a variety of untold stories, but simply put, the scenery here is beautiful, warm in winter and cool in summer, ordinary people can live well if they can not break the law and not meddle in their affairs, but in this era when eating a bite of green apples may be punished by death, can you guarantee that there will not be a few rulers knocking on your door that day?

It's been a month since the attack on the nano Gu lab, but the ruling robot on the street has no intention of resting, Mo An is sitting in the office, no matter how hard he tries to investigate, it has lost any meaning, and in the end the result can only be one, the clue is gone, but the terrorist attack will still happen.

The assistant gently put the case report on Mo An's desk, and it took a long time for Mo An to open the case report, and his somewhat lazy eyes glowed with a strange brilliance, because the title of the case report this time was not a terrorist attack, but a murder case.

"The bodies of the Thomson family of five at 28 Suliland Street in the Emerald City were found yesterday morning by Flender, a neighbor who went to borrow butter, and there were multiple paw prints on their bodies, right?" Ravelle's lark-like voice sounded like a cacophony of noise to Mo'an, and it was obvious that he didn't like to hear anything other than the rotation of the watch's hands while thinking, "You don't have to repeat it, I'd appreciate it if you could stay there quietly for five minutes, OK?" Seeing that there was obvious anger in Mo An's tone, Ravel didn't want to say anything more, this was not the first time she had doubted Mo An's sexual orientation.

It was already night when Mo An walked out of the morgue for the third time, he looked at the five corpses no less than ten times, but unfortunately there was still no progress, the lonely hotel building was exposed to the cold yin air, at night it was more like a big coffin, and there were a few small couples frolicking in the morning The hall became extremely deserted at night, only the front desk lady was still dozing, Mo An opened the door in the dark, but in the darkness he vaguely saw a few black shadows sitting on the bed, Mo An subconsciously turned on the light, and what came into his eyes was actually the dead Thomson family, Their faces were still dripping blood, Thomson's son was still playing with his fallen eyes, they seemed to be talking about something, but Mo An couldn't hear their voices, Thomson's wife covered her eyes, blood and tears seeped through the cracks in her palms, but when Mo An rubbed his eyes, all the horrific scenes disappeared without a trace.

Mo An once encountered such a situation, when a normal human did not close his eyes for three days, he would inevitably have some hallucinations or auditory hallucinations, Mo An took a bath as if he ran for his life, and threw himself on the bed, he knew that if he didn't let himself sleep for a while, his fate might be to die alone in a mental hospital.

Unlike in the past, today's insomnia is not too difficult for Mo An, but when he thought that he would be comfortable who was on the last night, the dream was suddenly interrupted by a sharp pain, Mo An suddenly opened his eyes but found that he had no place on his body except for the eyeballs, his eyes unconsciously looked at the edge of the bed, and there was a thin and tall woman's voice standing next to the bed, Mo An recognized her, her name was Antina Thomson, and she was the wife of the dead Thomson.

Antina Thomson's mouth was as big as a plate, her eyes were dripping with blood and tears, and her pale left hand fingered at the wrist of her right hand, trying to tell Mo An something, Mo An is not a person who does not believe in ghosts and gods, but he is not too afraid of ghosts, because he firmly believes that most ghosts are also human in life, and they should not be as malicious as in the movie after death.

Mo An finally woke up, wiped the sweat from his head, and dialed Ravelle's communicator: "It's time to go to work, comrade." ”

"Is there a mistake, boss? It's three o'clock in the morning! ”

The old man reluctantly opened the door of the morgue, and there were only two kinds of people who could wake him up in the middle of the night, God, or the one who could make his head bloom.

The result was unexpectedly disappointing, the wrists of the five corpses were not available except for air and bacteria, and Mo An stayed on the bench with a nameless anger welling up in his heart, "Damn, why is there no hair?" ”

Mo An tugged at his hair, and he began to wonder why Mrs. Thomson was pointing at her own wrist, wrist, wrist, etc... Wrist?

Thoughts brought Mo An back to the crime scene he saw in the morning, the Thomson family is not poor, there is a small house, the bodies of Mr. Thomson and his wife are in the living room, the children's bodies are in the small yard, Thomson's parents are in the bedroom of the two, Thomson's living room is placed with a lot of porcelain dolls, porcelain dolls and Thomson's wife have a common feature, they both have wrists, of course, everyone should have them.

Mo An pushed away the ruler in charge of sealing off the mansion and entered the living room, although it was immoral, but he still wanted to greet Mr. Thomson's ancestors when facing hundreds of porcelain dolls, Ravel, as Mo An's assistant, was naturally embarrassed to stand aside and watch, and also squatted down to rummage.

When the sky turned up the white of the fish's belly, the porcelain doll also found the last one, and Mo An also got a few hairs from the porcelain doll's hands as he wished.

Wu Chengen, 21 years old, whose parents' information is unknown and whose residential address is unknown, was last seen on surveillance cameras in the super-large supermarket on Sulilan Street in Emerald City.

The wanted notice has been posted all over the streets and alleys, and Mo An has a rare chance to rest, he just wants to lie in bed all day and do nothing, but God doesn't seem to want him to be so idle, "Boss, the prisoner has been found... Well, you'd better come over here. ”

In the face of heavy encirclement, Wu Cheng seemed a little too calm, but it was obvious that the patience of the archon was not very good, "Bastard, now put your weapon on the ground and hold your head in your hands!" If you're obedient, I promise not to kick your ass! ”

"Do you know who Lao Tzu is?" Wu Cheng said the first sentence, "Lao Tzu's name is...", and suddenly a war stick pierced the head of the ruling ruler who was still shouting just now.

"Monkey King."