honor me as god

Chapter 284 Conclusive Evidence
"Boom——" the sound of thunder swept across the city.

Bolton, who was sleeping soundly, woke up quietly, but he didn't open his eyes, didn't move, and was still pretending to sleep.

The reason is simple, there are people in the house.

He didn't wake up because of the thunder. He has long been used to being surrounded by noises when he sleeps - the sound of ballistas, explosions, horseshoes, and soldiers shouting. If it is too quiet, he will suffer from insomnia.

He was half asleep just now, when he suddenly felt a chill covering his whole body, as if there were countless ants crawling all over his body, this was the instinct honed in the flames of war warning him: the enemy is coming, very close.

While pretending to sleep, Bolton maximized his perception, trying to locate the enemy's position in the room, but he didn't hear any movement. The opponent was like a vain ghost, not even breathing.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the darkness: "I'm already awake, get up, don't pretend."

Bolton quietly opened his eyes, and slowly said: "They are right, you are a terrible person, Kino Van Helsing."

With the sound of the fire opening, the candle lamp next to the guest seat was lit, and the dim light fell on the figure in the darkness, making Kino's face appear vague and hazy. He was clearly sitting there, but he felt a strong sense of distortion. Even if you stare straight at him, it's as if he doesn't exist.

Concealment, like "seeking breath and sound" and "ghost step", is a skill that can only be mastered by top processors.

Under "Stealth", the processor can enter a state similar to the suspended animation of a cold-blooded animal, so that the consumption of body functions is at a minimum, and all metabolic activities are slowed down, thereby achieving the effect of concealing breath.

Now that it was clear, Kino also left the "hidden" state, stretched out his hand to rub the wet corner of his clothes, and said calmly: "I'm sorry to wet your floor, but I really don't have a suitable place to change clothes .”

Bolton got up, took out a clean bath towel from the closet and threw it over, his tone was very indifferent: "I'll give you 5 minutes to talk, after 5 minutes, obediently let you go."

Chino: "Why should I be caught without a fight? I'm not a criminal."

Bolton: "Not many prisoners would admit to being a prisoner."

"Want to see the evidence?" Chino pointed at Bolton, smiling meaningfully.

Bolton frowned: "What do you mean by me?"

Chino: "It means that you can still stand there and talk to me. This is the best evidence—if I want to kill you, you won't have such a chance."

Bolton: "You sneaked into my room in the middle of the night, shouldn't it be just for provocation?"

"Fingerprints." Kino stopped teasing, and got straight to the point, "The process of the real culprit blaming me for the crime was beautiful, but there was a flaw when dealing with the key point—fingerprints."

After Chino finished speaking, he naturally spread out his hands wrapped in white gloves and showed them to Bolton.

Bolton didn't quite understand at first, until he saw the wet white gloves and stared at them for a long time, he suddenly realized something: "You usually wear these gloves?"

"Of course I take it off when I wash my hands, take a shower and go to bed." Kino joked without losing the opportunity.

Bolton: "This statement is not convincing. I don't know and don't care about your personal habits. I want conclusive evidence."

Chino: "You have already obtained the decisive evidence—the sniper rifle has only my fingerprints on it."

Bolton: "Doesn't that mean that the prisoner is you?"

Chino: "Think again."

Bolton pondered for a long time, and suddenly frowned: "There is, and only your fingerprints, which means that you are the only one who has touched this gun. But it was lost from Fort Stars."

Chino: "If I'm really an assassin, and assuming that I really touched the sniper gun with my bare hands that day, the fingerprints should be like this - that gun has fingerprints of many people, including visitors from space, transporting soldiers, There are alchemists, and there are mine. These fingerprints are new and old, and my fingerprints are the latest traces."

"However, in order to blame me for the crime and make me the only suspect, he washed off all the fingerprints on it with some kind of medicine, and grafted my fingerprints on it, resulting in the shooting by me. Illusion."

This statement made Bolton's eyes elusive, and he said in a deep voice, "Even if I believe you, I don't understand how they grafted your fingerprints on it?"

Chino: "Have you never seen the technique of grafting fingerprints?"

Bolton shook his head.

Although Dogrand does not have modern technology, as mentioned before, their technical strength is not weak. Some alchemy has reached modern technical standards, and fingerprint recognition technology can also do it.

However, the method of grafting fingerprints is really unheard of before. At least according to the current alchemy, there is no potion that can do it perfectly, otherwise countless cases will have to be retried.

"It seems that the situation may be more interesting than we imagined." Kino took out a small box from his pocket, and casually pointed to a row of cups on the table, "Which cup have you used?"

Bolton: "The first one on the right, the others have never been touched."

Chino opened the small box and picked out a gelatinous crystal with tweezers. This substance is called gelatin.

Chino pasted the gelatin on the cup that Bolton had held, then carefully held it with tweezers, and glued the veneer to another cup that Bolton hadn't used.

In the end, Kino took out the potion he had stolen from the Thundercloud City Alchemy Association, and sprayed it on the cup that Bolton hadn't held. After a while, a piece of broken palm prints appeared on it.

Grafting palmprints and fingerprints was a necessary technique for Secret Service in the previous life. It was used to divert conflicts and confuse the catcher's judgment, and the processors were well versed in this.

Perfect texture grafting requires professional equipment, and it cannot be achieved by techniques alone. Like Chino now, relying on a piece of gelatin alone, the grafted texture must be full of flaws, but it is obviously enough to convince Bolton.

Bolton walked over, staring at the palm print on the cup, comparing the candlelight with his own palm print, his eyes became deeper.

Chino: "I also learned this technique when fighting against aliens. I have limited conditions now, and the palm print on the cup is very rough. And the person who framed me, I believe he has better props , that’s why we can graft such perfect fingerprints on the sniper rifle.”

After watching this demonstration, Bolton also realized in his heart that Chino might really be wronged. He asked suspiciously: "I don't quite understand why the real murderer took so much effort to involve you."

Chino shrugged: "Maybe you should ask your two legion lieutenants, Verbik and Cole."

"Verbec and Cole???" Bolton looked puzzled, as if he had heard something ridiculous, "What nonsense are you talking about? Shall I ask Death?"

Chino: "What do you mean?"

Bolton: "The two of them died in the bloody sand battle long ago. Honglian died on the 5th, falling in the darkness before dawn."

At this moment, Kino's eyes sank, as gloomy as a falcon.

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