Chapter Eighty-Five: The Scene of Death

The taxi stopped in front of an apartment building, and Xing Batian and Su Jing stepped out of the car one after the other.

This seems to be a very normal apartment building, Su Jing and Xing Batian glanced around and didn't see anything wrong. Su Jing thought for a moment, then tore an advertising flyer from the wall, then folded it in half and folded it into a neat rectangle.

"What is this doing?" Xing Batian looked a little strange.

"Make props." Su Jing gestured the piece of paper twice, looking a little satisfied, then he put the piece of paper into the breast pocket of his shirt, and then stepped forward to stop a young woman who came out of the apartment with a suitcase.

"Sorry, miss, this is the NYPD (New York City Police Department), we suspect that there is a terrorist gathering in this building, could you please help us with our investigation?" Su Jing quickly took out the folding paper, lit it up in front of her, and quickly withdrew the pocket.

"Uh...... Well...... I was like, uh, well, what do you want me to do? The young woman's eyes were confused, and after a moment's hesitation, she replied slowly.

Su Jing changed to a more calm posture, he showed a gentle smile, and said with relief: "It's okay, miss, just ask you a few questions, don't be nervous." The situation here is under our control, and you are safe. ”

After he said these words, the woman's demeanor was obviously relaxed, she looked at Su Jing a few times, and said with a smile: "Okay, handsome guy, although you don't look like a policeman...... But it doesn't matter, just ask. ”

Xing Batian glared at Su Jing, when did this kid's charm become so strong? The upper body is white with a tie and the lower body is a suit pants...... Where is this like the police?!

"What a delight, beautiful young lady. This brings me to the first question: Who do you think is suspicious in this building? Su Jing smiled.

"Hmm...... I live on the fifth floor and then ...... The people next door to that floor were always rocking in the middle of the night, and I protested to them many times, and then ...... Well, I guess I always see some people wearing T-shirts with uniform text, like a bunch of hippies. It said something like protecting human sovereignty......" the brunette struggled to recall.

Xing Batian and Su Jing glanced at each other.

"Second question, have you ever seen one with obvious features, long Mohican-style hair, looks like a half-breed, and has a black tattoo on his left arm......"

This time, halfway through the question, the black-haired woman clapped her palms and shouted, "Yes, I remember him!" A man who looks wild and very handsome!! ”

"Uh...... Do you know where he lives? Su Jing scratched his hair with his fingers and asked.

"Sixth floor. I followed him up once, and on the sixth floor of this building, I turned left and the third room, room 608! ”

You're kind of a tail line, right...... Su Jing pursed the corners of her mouth, and then asked the last question:

"Can I be lucky enough to know your mobile phone number?"

Twenty seconds later, Su Jing held a note in his hand, which not only had a phone number written on it, but also a faint lip print.

"You're not kidding?" Xing Batian glared at him.

Su Jing calmly put the note in his pocket and said lightly: "You don't understand, this is part of acting." And I like the smell of her perfume, maybe I'll be able to ask which brand it is. ”

"Why do you have a habit of liking perfume as a man, no, what I want to ask is, why do you hold a piece of paper and she can believe that this is a police ID?"

"It's simple." Su Jing tapped his head with his fingers, "Psychic hints." It's similar to a hypnosis trick, and this is the first time I've used it, so I'm not too sure...... Luckily, it worked. However, I think the main reason for my success is due to my calm acting skills, confident aura, and handsome face. ”

"I'd rather believe it's because of your mental strength than because it has something to do with your face."

"Lao Xing, you have to admit it, stand firm after being beaten, I'm about three or four thousand percent more handsome than you, isn't it obvious? As a martial artist, facing reality is a very important psychological quality. ”

While they were arguing, the two had already climbed up to the sixth floor of the apartment and came to the door of the third room on the left. As soon as they stood at the door, the faces of the two changed slightly, and Xing Batian broke the door lock with a punch and rushed into the room.

"Watch your step! Don't spoil the scene!! Su Jing frowned and slowly walked in.

The scene inside is full of blood, and in the modest affordable apartment, five or six corpses are scattered all over the place, lying on their stomachs or lying on their stomachs, exuding a strong smell of blood. Stacks of leaflets were scattered on the ground, and Su Jing picked up one with a bold slogan in large font such as "Defend human sovereignty and drive freaks out of our homeland."

"Are they all members of anti-mutant extremist groups?" Xing Batian opened the door of the bathroom, the bathtub was full of blood, there was a corpse lying on the water, a big hole in the back of his head, and the washstand was full of various syringes and unlabeled medicines, "They are all addicts." ”

Su Jing walked in, picked up a syringe, sniffed it with a frown, pushed out another part of the injection, tasted it with his tongue, and said slowly: "This is not ...... A drug in the standard sense, which is some kind of hallucinogens that act on the central nervous system, and...... Effect...... Presumably drugs used to aid and strengthen mind control. ”

"All the corpses have a big hole in their heads, and their brains have been completely destroyed, are you afraid that someone will be able to read their memories after death?" Xing Batian examined each corpse, "At least it's certain that they weren't killing each other, but were killed by a very powerful martial artist." Look at the traces of this claw...... It's Deken. ”

"But with Deken's controlled mental state, I believe in killing these people, but these techniques of destroying the scene ...... Did he do it too? Su Jing rummaged around the room and found that all the recording equipment had been destroyed by human tools, and he tried to turn on a computer, but the hard disk was damaged and the blue screen was not working.

"Tsk...... It's a neat and clean approach. That is, someone took advantage of these people and gave these activists some technical support, or so to speak, equipment support, to catch Deken...... No...... Deken is also supposed to be one of the giveaways to support them...... Let them catch a few other mutants, give them psychic cues, and then use Deken to kill people, and finally use the hypnotic program to make these guys attack Columbia...... It's a delicate technique. From beginning to end, the mastermind behind the scenes only provided these estimated sets of hypnotic equipment, but everything was carried out in his plan......"

Su Jing picked up a few pieces of broken metal on the ground, pieced them together, and then put together something that was almost helmet-shaped. He speculated that this might be a tool used for brainwashing.

In the bedroom, the duo found several shoddy electric shockers, presumably used to subdue mutants. There was a charred mark on the floor, as if something had been burned here, and Su Jing found a leather cover in the ash heap, which seemed to be part of some kind of notepad.

"Damn, all the materials have been destroyed."

After some searching, the two still found nothing, and it was already getting close to evening. Su Jing and Xing Batian had no choice but to go out and go downstairs to find something to fill their stomachs first.

When he walked to the fifth floor, Su Jing saw an apartment door open, and an old woman came out tremblingly from inside, still carrying a garbage bag in her hand. He paused suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"What's wrong?" Xing Batian saw that his expression was different, and turned around and asked. Su Jing raised his palms and motioned for him not to speak, he closed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

There was a long silence.

“……………………………… Holy, we've been fooled!! Su Jing suddenly erupted and slapped his palm on the staircase railing, "The black-haired woman at the door is here to destroy the evidence!" I saw an old lady here, and subconsciously felt that something was not right, because she said that there were a bunch of rock and roll people on the fifth floor...... But that didn't seem to be anything wrong, but I checked around with the Demon Hunter and found that most of the rooms on this floor were not rented out...... Then I began to think about it, and when I was in the room, I seemed to smell a perfume, which I thought was a remnant of her scent in my nostrils, so I didn't think much of it...... Then I realized that it was the smell of blood that she had deliberately sprayed on her body to cover her body......"

Xing Batian remembered the scene at the door of the apartment building just now, and wanted to laugh a little.

"So...... She didn't actually fall for your hypnosis? ”

"It's the first time I've played this trick! I'm not sure if she missed! ”

"I think it must have been a hard time for her to hold back her laughter......"

"Damn......" Su Jing took out the note, and then stretched out his hand to Xing Batiandao, "Give me a mobile phone!" ”

After a few minutes, Su Jing put the phone down.

"What's wrong? Is this phone number empty? Xing Batian took back his mobile phone.

"It's an empty number, and then ...... I called and checked, and this number was the contact number of the former Creedmore Psychiatric Hospital. ”

Xing Batian couldn't hold back any longer, and Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed.

Su Jing furrowed his eyebrows and began to circle around the staircase, he suddenly raised his head and asked:

"Who would go out of their way to remember the phone number of a psychiatric hospital that has been closed and abandoned? Is it just to play us up? ”

"What do you mean......" Xing Batian stopped laughing.

"Let's go, go to Creedmore Mental Hospital...... of the ruins. Su Jing licked the lip print on the piece of paper and tasted it, "I remember her smell......