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Sikong only felt a sinking in his hand, and subconsciously weighed the weight of the thing on his hand: "It weighs five taels or three grams, and the weight is mainly concentrated in the middle." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

You Pingwei said to Sikong very cautiously: "You have to be careful, this ......"

'Whew! ’

Sikong suddenly moved, his fingers staggered, as fast as thunder, leaving an afterimage in the space of an inch in front of his chest.

There was a burst of ping-pong, and a crisp metallic sound came out.

Then, You Pingwei just passed by, and saw countless parts floating in the air, emitting a faint cold light, and then, all the parts were put together in one place.

It's like the scene full of parts just now, it's just an illusion.

Then, Sikong stopped his movements and spread out his palm, and in his hand was a piece of a hundred beads with a purple metallic luster, engraved with strange patterns and totems.

Disassemble and assemble within 10 seconds.

Succeed!

You Pingwei staggered back and looked at the Baizhu Wheel Disc in Sikong's hand with hell.

Doesn't it take a lot of long-lost craftsmanship?

Doesn't it require a high level of vision and agility?

Not to mention some incense bathing and burning wormwood to drive away evil spirits, at least you have to calm down and be cautious!

How can you really decipher it when you get started!

I saw that at some point, there were several strings of numbers on the 100-bead reel.

18、42、68

This is the clue to the murderer's next crime.

Gongsun Fu was breathing disordered, took the Baizhu Scroll Disc in Sikong's palm, stared at the sky repeatedly, and even bent his fingers on the plate, and then put it in his ears to listen to the resonant sound inside the Hundred Beads Scroll Disk.

After a long time, Gongsun Fu finally said tremblingly: "There is no difference, perfect disassembly, perfect restoration!" ”

"This, this ......"

Gongsun Fu was a little distracted, and finally sighed: "It's really a generation of new people replacing old people, at the same age, I am ashamed of myself." ”

Qianqian also had a few ripples in her heart, and she looked at Sikong's eyes and paid a little more attention: "We really didn't see the wrong person." Quick, cipher group, hurry up and parse out the meaning of these numbers. ”

A group of people hurriedly took over the Baizhu Disc and fell into a highly tense decipherment.

Sikong's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and he sat down on the ground all of a sudden, only to feel a little dizzy in his head, and there were bursts of tingling pain in his fingers.

Sikong looked at it intently, and saw that the ten fingers were actually red and swollen at some point, as if they had been burned by the stove, and even blisters.

"Come, apply some plaster, do what we do, the hand is the guy who eats, but you have to take care of it."

Gongsun Fu handed Sikong a piece of ointment, and looked at Sikong's gaze, unconsciously a little more caring.

It's like looking at a successful junior and seeing yourself when you were young.

Not everyone is as interested as Xiong Kun, in fact, the general atmosphere of imperial civilization is very open, and there are few things that sweep away one's own self-cherishment and even stifle the nascent genius.

Every genius is the object of the empire's protection, and the empire will promote every precious craft and martial art as much as possible.

Only when the internal twist is twisted into a single force can the real power burst out, and the imperial civilization can sweep through the ten thousand worlds and suppress the cultivation of immortals.

A civilization that tends to perfection will reduce internal friction as much as possible and avoid the tilting of forces in order to achieve the most efficient progress.

For example, in Sikong's homeland, there are three kingdoms of melee, barbarians breaking through the barriers, and the division of various powers, and they are caught in fierce infighting.

This delayed the pace of civilization, and developed an unknown number of eras, and it was only a fourth-level civilization, which was suppressed and occupied by destruction under the war horn of the imperial civilization.

Sikong leaned against the plane tree, took the ointment, squeezed out a little, and applied it to his fingers.

Suddenly, a coolness came from his fingers, and there was a mint-like fragrance, Sikong only felt relieved, and his dizzy spirit relaxed.

"Thank you ......"

Sikong was a little tired, after all, he had just woken up from the murderer's dream raid last night, and he had fallen into high-intensity cultivation and decipherment.

Even with his current spiritual domain value, he is beyond the limit.

Luckily, it worked.

Sikong breathed a long sigh of relief, although he had succeeded in the holographic phantom, but after all, he didn't need to bear the consequences, and he could start over if he failed.

However, the reality can only move forward, and it is not even possible to stay where it is.

And in the holographic phantom, even if Sikong successfully deciphers it, the string of numbers will not appear, and the murderer will use a special technique, which is added afterwards.

"Team Leader You, we suspect that this string of numbers is related to the former victims, and it should be the surname corresponding to the order of the killed."

After all, after rigorous training, the people in the police department are by no means people with wine bags and rice bags, and the professional department, even if it is commonplace, is far inferior.

You Pingwei imported the files one after another, inquired about the order of the victims' deaths, and then, three Chinese characters appeared in front of everyone-

Ying, Yao, Shaanxi

Everyone fell into deep thought, not knowing what these surnames represented.

"Ying, Yao, Shaanxi?"

Sikong chewed on these words repeatedly, but he didn't understand them, and suddenly, he remembered the original number on the Baizhu Lianzhu plate - ninety-nine.

"The ninety-ninth victim, what is it called?" Sikong suddenly looked up and asked.

You Pingwei's heart moved, and he quickly understood what Sikong meant, and immediately inquired about the result-Le.

The ninety-ninth victim was surnamed Le.

Le, Ying, Yao, Shaanxi?

The line of thought seems to be at an impasse again.

Not far away, Scar and the others did not avoid suspicion, after all, in the final analysis, because of last night's incident, they were also involved, and the people from the police station also included them in the know.

Looking at everyone's thoughts, the chatter glanced at the surname on the matrix screen, and suddenly said-

"Le, Ying? Isn't it the moon cherry blossoms? ”

As soon as these words came out, many members of the cipher group suddenly woke up, after all, they were people from the Fourth Gathering Star, and they were a little unfamiliar with the Moon Cherry specialty of the Ninth Gathering Star.

But after being woken up by the chatter at this moment, the analysis immediately became clear.

"The biggest moon cherry blossom festival is the 'Sea of Cherry Leaves' ten days later, and in addition to cherry blossom viewing, there is also a grand event to make medicinal food, taste food, and sake brewing on the spot."

"So, the murderer's next crime will be ten days later, Sakurahakai. And this 'Yao, Shaanxi' naturally corresponds to medicinal food. ”

"Could it be that the murderer would be disguised as a dietitian?"

Everyone continued to analyze, but leaning on the sycamore tree, the roots of their ears moved, as if they had thought of something.

Time to commit the crime, ten days later?

But I'm the murderer's target, how does he know I'm going to Sakurahakai?

Now that the clues are clear, I can not go, or even transfer this hundred beads to the next person to transfer the killing machine!

Sikong is no merciful man, and if he could, he would have done the act of throwing the life-seeking compass to the next poor worm.

But looking at the guards who were guarding against the killer and seemed to be vigilant, Sikong smiled coldly in his heart.

He could think of it, and these police teeth must have thought of it a long time ago.

But since the bait has been baited, how can Sikong easily break free from the hook.

Sikong can only go one way to the end, otherwise, if the murderer does not kill him, these policemen will probably take the first step and force him to comply.

Wrong!

Suddenly, Sikong's pupils shrank, and he thought of his own thinking loopholes.