In view of the peculiarities of the phenomenon of substitution......

The gravity of the situation can be imagined.

Qiduo reported the matter as quickly as possible.

She didn't sit idle, waiting for a response, and summoned her helpers to begin a thorough investigation of any recent information related to humanoid scorch.

Because this matter is related to the swamp man, she also specially called Kim.

However, before making the call, she was mentally prepared not to answer the phone.

And so it is.

Kim didn't answer the call.

In desperation, Qiduo can only send a text message to Kim, and then start collecting information related to the humanoid scorch.

In fact, after seeing Moyu's text message, she had a bad premonition......

The swamp people, who looked indistinguishable from normal humans, had probably spread quietly in the city of Schwadani.

It is still unknown how the authorities will react when they learn about this, and how they plan to respond.

But there are two things that must be done as soon as possible.

One is to locate Davidson Donald, the author of the Swamp Man, and detain him, interrogating and confirming the connection between the person and the Swamp phenomenon.

The other thing is to start with Davidson after confirming the connection, find a way to distinguish between normal humans and swamp people as soon as possible, and dig up more useful information.

"Moyu's reminder...... It really helped. ”

Qiduo sat in front of the computer, thinking with palpitations.

If it weren't for Moyu who bumped into the process of replacing the original owner of the Swamp and informed himself of this discovery as soon as possible, then ......

The worst possible development is undoubtedly the silent spread of the swamp people around the world with the ability to replace their original owners, and they are unaware of it.

Thousands of miles away in the sky.

Mo You glanced at the "Roger!" sent by Qiduo. Text, put away your phone, and continue to cultivate.

During the rest of the voyage, Mo You spent most of his time in his room cultivating, and only went to the restaurant when he had a meal.

During this period, it was inevitable to meet the family of three who had become swamp people.

Mo You turned a blind eye to this, and every time he finished eating, he went straight back to his room to continue his cultivation.

Until late at night on the third day, the spaceship landed on the airfield in the city of La Xiang.

Moyo chose to disembark here.

His original destination was a city called Saka.

Because the wanted criminal, whom he considered a hunting target, Dis had been in Saka a few days earlier.

However, considering that this route passes through the city of Laxiang, I simply disembarked at the city of Laxiang and prepared to visit Lizzie.

If it's convenient, Torich can also go to the hunter website to post a commission to track down Diess's whereabouts.

Anyway, Kari has 50 million nuns, so he shouldn't have to worry about remuneration.

"Let's spend the night at a nearby hotel."

The spaceship landed on the tarmac at half past two in the middle of the night, and when Moyo left the airport, it was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night.

It's naturally not good to bother Lizzie at this time, so Mo Yu plans to find a nearby hotel to spend the night.

It was the dead of night and there were few pedestrians on the streets.

If it's close to the city center, it should still be lively.

Mo Yu thought to himself.

Suddenly.

Mo You stared at a figure in front of the street.

"The ...... of those who have the ability to read"

The reason that prompted him to notice this figure for the first time was that he saw the flow of qi above this figure.

The figure also noticed Moyu, and looked over, and his speed as he walked was not affected in the slightest.

It doesn't seem to care about the fact that there is a telepathic on the way.

Mo You sensed this, and did not stop, moving forward as usual.

In the middle of the night, pedestrians are rare on the street.

The two telepathic beings met by chance, went their separate ways, and finally passed by at the intersection at a distance of about three or four meters.

Moyu glanced out of the corner of his eye.

Through the street lights, he saw the other party's appearance clearly.

He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a navy blue casual suit, with short black hair, fair complexion, and a pair of black eyes without too many whites.

Seeing the other party's indifferent expression, Mo You quickly withdrew his gaze after a glance.

And the black-haired young man also glanced at Mo You, and immediately walked forward without squinting.

"General."

The black-haired young man didn't care too much about Moyu, and only habitually gave an evaluation in his heart.

He is an Ilmi Beater, born into a family of killers known to the world, and has undergone all kinds of inhuman and cruel training since he was a child.

By the age of eighteen this year, he had completed countless assassination attempts.

For him, judging a person's level of reading is a basic skill.

This kind of judgment is limited to the skill of recitation and the amount of energy that is revealed.

Just treating Moyu as an inconsequential ordinary passerby who can be seen everywhere, Yir Fan didn't pay much attention to it and quickened his pace.

He still has a commission in the city that needs to be fulfilled.

Mo Yu didn't pay much attention to the black-haired young man either.

Although there are not many mind-to-mind people in the hunter world, it is not strange to encounter one by chance on the street.

After wandering the street for a while, Moyu found a hotel that looked okay and immediately walked in.

On top of a tall building in the distance.

A stout man with a night vision binoculars was looking at Moyu.

Suck –

The man sucked in the saliva that inadvertently trickled down to the corners of his mouth.

Inside the hotel.

Moyo came to the front desk.

The woman in charge of the registration will be sleeping on her stomach on the table.

Moyu tapped lightly on the table, awakening the woman.

Although she was woken up by Mo You, the woman's attitude was very good, and she quickly helped Mo You check in.

Moyu got the key, thanked him politely, ignored the woman's staring eyes, turned away, and followed the number 1116 to find his room.

Before falling asleep, he summoned "Picasso" and beat him as is customary, and then lay down on the bed contentedly.

The night is getting darker and darker.

The clock hand passes past four o'clock.

Outside the room, in the hallway.

The electric lights on the ceiling seem to be in disrepair, flickering on and off.

A stout, meaty-faced man walked slowly down the corridor past the flickering lights.

His steps were low.

This deliberate action made him barely make a sound when he walked.

The man came to room "1116" and took out a simple gas mask and put it on his face, followed by a jar that looked like an insecticide.

The thin tube from the jar is gently inserted into the crack in the door, and then slowly squeezed to release the anesthetic gas into the room.

"Little Baby ......"

The man's eyes revealed a wolf-like longing.

He is a severe pedophile.

He likes good-looking boys the most, and although Moyu is a little older, he is also the best-looking prey he has ever seen.

He couldn't suppress the desire that surged madly from his heart.

It's going to be a wonderful night.

The man thought.

After a while, the anesthetic gas in the jar was released.

The man then took out some lock-picking tools and opened the door with a skilful movement.

The room was pitch black, with only a few rays of light coming in from the outside in the window.

The man walked into the room, closed the door with his backhand, and locked it tightly.

"Ho, ho, ho, ......"

He let out a suppressed excited and lewd laugh, and immediately rushed to Moyu on the bed.

It's just that before he could pounce on the bed, Mo Yu suddenly bounced up from the bed.

"Click!"

As soon as Mo You dodged, he twisted the man's head in a circle.

The man's expression froze, and he immediately collapsed to the ground and turned into a corpse.

Syllable!

The corpse of the man who had just been lying on the ground turned into a pitch-black sticky mass scattered without warning like a balloon bursting.

Immediately after, as if pulled by a gravitational force, the pitch-black goo that should have been scattered on the ground fell on Mo You's body.

And then as if absorbed by Mo You's body, it quickly disappeared.

Meanwhile.

Outside the window, the air conditioner is on the plane.

The real Mo Yu stood on top of the outer plane, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He knew that the unidentified man was a swamp, but he didn't expect that the swamp would turn into a swamp-like black goo when he died.

and adhered to the shadow clone, and was suspected to have been absorbed on the spot......