life copy game

Chapter 501 Is this reasonable? (Super large chapter asks for a monthly ticket)

it came?
Who is 'it', some kind of monster?Or some kind of mysterious phenomenon?
This sentence gives people the feeling that something is chasing the dead man.

Combined with the dissipated soul of the deceased who did not conform to common sense, He Ao had reason to believe that the deceased was killed by some kind of 'extraordinary power'.

This was the first supernatural case He Ao encountered in Ellen City.

He didn't know if it was because of his good luck, or because this extraordinary phenomenon was already very common in Ellen City.

If it is the latter, then this is not good news. There must be a lot of extraordinary energy behind the extraordinary phenomenon, and such a powerful extraordinary energy is likely to attract some indescribable things.

After all, not long ago, an 'angel' tried to descend on the main world through the Viola.

As the ruins approached, those indescribable things in the ruins that had never been touched by people also noticed the world outside the ruins.

Thinking of this, He Ao shrugged, he could only hope that he thought too much.

He took a few steps forward, and when he estimated that he had almost disappeared from the sight of the gendarmerie captain, he followed the flow of people and turned into an alley.

This alley is very remote, not many people.

He Ao took out his mobile phone and turned on the map, roughly estimated his location, then walked to the depths of the alley, made a slight turn along the alley, and walked to the side of an old building.

These buildings in the south city of Ellen City are generally not high, and most of them are six or seven stories high.

The old building in front of him only had six or seven floors.

He Ao walked a few steps and found the drainpipe of the building, then grabbed the drainpipe and lifted himself up with light force.

Then he quickly climbed up the drainpipe, and when he was about to reach the roof, he stepped on the rusty security net of the windows of the residents on the seventh floor, jumped, and landed on the roof with a flip.

He took a few steps forward and reached the other side of the old building.

Looking down from here, it happened to be the alley where the 'case' happened.

Although the gendarmerie captain didn't say anything, he was actually wary of him. After all, he just 'killed' Aleiro.

Although it was an obvious counterattack in self-defense, and it had passed under Hong Long's 'private chat'.

But this did not prevent the captain of the gendarmerie from classifying Howard as a dangerous element.

In this state, if He Ao wanted to go directly to see the scene of the crime, he would be blocked by the gendarmerie captain, so he had to make a detour.

Now that he was standing on the seventh floor, he was actually farther away from the scene of the crime than when he was chatting with the gendarmerie captain just now.

But the field of vision here is obviously better than just now. Looking from top to bottom, you can see the whole alley scene at a glance.

He Ao briefly turned on the super memory, and took all the traces of this alley into his eyes.

The deceased fell down three or four meters away from the exit, his flesh and blood were blurred, as if he had been smashed to pieces by some kind of terrifying force.

The surrounding ground and walls were splattered with blood, and a forensic doctor was squatting on the ground to conduct an autopsy.

He Ao looked along the alley behind the dead man.

The light in the deep alley is very dim, with the help of super memory, He Ao can barely see the situation behind.

Behind the deceased, there were some obvious footprints, but they all belonged to the same person, which seemed to be left by the deceased.

Apart from the footprints of the deceased, there were no traces of other life activities in this alley.

Was the dead being chased by something invisible?
Or did the murderer cleverly cover up his traces?

He Ao withdrew his gaze and straightened his body. His movements were very light and there was almost no sound.

If you make a noise and attract the attention of the military police below, you will be in trouble.

But at this moment, his gaze paused.

This rooftop has a relatively short parapet. You have to stand in front of the parapet and cross the parapet with your upper body to see the scene below.

And He Ao is on the side of the parapet at this moment, and his eyes stay one or two meters away from him.

There, there is a footprint that is so shallow that it is almost invisible to the naked eye.

The footprints are very new, it seems that a few minutes before He Ao's arrival, the owner of this footprint was still standing here, watching the busy gendarmes below.

He Ao walked over, stared at the footprints, and then glanced at the entire rooftop.

On this rooftop, there are only a pair of shallow footprints here, and there are no traces of anyone else's actions in other places.

The person who used to stand here seemed to have disappeared 'suddenly' without leaving any traces.

He Ao raised his head and looked up at the sky, thoughtfully.

He turned over and went downstairs from the other side, and disappeared into the dark alleyway,

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It was sunset, and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

He Ao's footsteps were fast, and before he knew it, he had already walked more than half of the south city of Ellen City.

Along the way, he saw several places surrounded by cordons, and each place had a bloody dead man.

This extraordinary force attacking human beings is not an accidental phenomenon, but a regional phenomenon that is very likely to spread throughout Nancheng.

Near the scene of these crimes, He Ao saw that extremely shallow footprint several times.

From the perspective of criminal psychology, murderers often return to the crime scene after the incident and appreciate their criminal achievements, which will bring them a unique sense of accomplishment.

He Ao guessed that the owner of that footprint was most likely related to this series of 'murder cases'.

Unrelated bystanders will not stand very close to the crime scene many times, observe the crime scene without leaving a trace, and observe the military police who arrive at the crime scene.

Even if this person is not a murderer, he should know something.

Finding this person should clear up some doubts.

It's a pity that that person didn't leave any traces of his actions except his footprints.

Leaving from a crime scene again, He Ao's figure landed in a dilapidated ramp alley.

He went down the ramp and continued towards the unexplored place.

This time, after only a few steps, his footsteps stopped.

He looked to the right, where there was an abandoned courtyard with a half-open door.

Through the half-open door, He Ao could see the fresh blood that seemed to have just splashed out.

He frowned, walked over carefully, and then turned directly into the courtyard from the wall next to it.

There were some dilapidated tents in the yard, and it seemed that homeless people had lived here. Blood splashed from the back room and fell on the door and the yard.

He Ao jumped over the tents and walked quickly to the back room.

In the back room there were two dirty mattresses on planks and straw, and an old oven with the flames out beside it.

Apparently, two wanderers had once lived here.

Judging from the unburned wood in the oven, the two wanderers seemed to have left not long ago.

At this moment, the two sets of mattresses were splashed with blood, and at the corner not far from the mattresses, there was a corpse that had been blurred.

Blood splattered all over the ground.

The corpse does not look like a human being, it is more like a thin stray dog, but this stray dog ​​is different from a normal dog, with a fifth paw protruding from its belly.

If it wasn't for the fact that this dog was born strange, then it could only prove that this dog was polluted by extraordinary power.

He Ao is more inclined to the latter.

It is difficult for stray dogs with natural problems to live to such a large size.

In other words, this dog is already a kind of extraordinary life in a sense.

human beings, paranormal animals...

Is there a certain standard for the selection of victims?

He Ao looked down at the ground, the blood on the ground was still fresh, which proved that the dog had just been killed not long ago.

However, this scene seems to be different from the scene of human death that He Ao saw before. The dog didn't seem to be killed instantly, but seemed to resist.

He Ao glanced around with Super Memory.

This time, he found some messy footprints at the door, which stretched all the way outside the door, and then disappeared suddenly.

Obviously, these footprints belonged to the same person as the ones He Ao had seen before.

Moreover, the footprints were very new, as if they had just left, He Ao quickly exited the back room, walked to the edge of the wall, stepped on the edge of the wall and climbed directly to the roof.

The surrounding area was empty, and there was no one there.

He Ao glanced at a ten-story building next to him, jumped over quickly, and then quickly climbed up by grabbing the anti-theft railing.

In just tens of seconds, he climbed to the top, turned over and jumped onto the roof.

Standing at this highest point, he raised his head, activated his super memory, and looked at the surrounding buildings.

dumb--

A few pitch-black crows flew across the sky and fell into the afterglow of the setting sun.

But He Ao's gaze stayed on a seven-story building not far from the courtyard where he just landed.

On the roof of that small building, there is also a shallow footprint. Looking down from the place where the footprint stood, one could just see the yard where He Ao was standing.

Just when He Ao entered the courtyard, that person had been standing there, watching him.

The other party seemed to have some kind of hidden power, otherwise He Ao would not have been able to detect this kind of spying.

The opponent is a transcendent, and not weak at all.

He Ao looked back along the roof, the power of super memory spread, and countless chaotic shallow thoughts flooded into his mind.

It's the thoughts of those around you.

At the same time, he mobilized his consciousness in his eyes.

This guy is very confident. Judging from the traces of his footprints, he probably left the rooftop when He Ao left the back room.

It was only a few tens of seconds before and after.

In this case, he can't run very far.

Under normal circumstances, in these winding alleys, as long as the opponent jumps into an alleyway and blends into the crowd, it will be difficult to be found.

Moreover, none of his actions left traces, which made it extremely difficult to track him down. Coupled with his ability to hide himself, almost no one could track him down.

This may also be the source of the other party's self-confidence.

Indeed, under normal circumstances, ordinary transcendents would have no way of finding him even if they knew he was standing there just now.

It's a pity that He Ao has super memory and divine consciousness.

Chao Yi can conduct a large-scale search through instant memory and comparison, and Shen Sense can find people with extraordinary energy.

It's equivalent to He Ao's own ultra-accurate and large-range transcendental search radar. To a certain extent, he can even find flaws in Yexing's dual psychological and physical 'invisibility' abilities.

As He Ao's eyes spread, more and more information gathered in his mind.

Finally, his eyes stopped on a busy street in the distance.

In the bustling crowd, a man dressed in black who was mixed in the crowd felt something, turned his head and looked in He Ao's direction.

He had some doubts and some disbelief, as if he was thinking about whether he felt wrong, and even had some self-doubt.

It stands to reason that it is absolutely impossible for him to be discovered.

But He Ao didn't hesitate, he jumped directly to a building that was slightly lower next to him, and quickly chased after him.

Only then did the man react and rushed into the crowd.

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The rising flames blazed in the twilight, and the rich fragrance spread down the street.

The girl with a high ponytail and an apron skillfully lifted the iron pot, causing the side dishes and snow-white vermicelli in the pot to fly into the sky and roll back into the pot.

Attracted by the strong fragrance, one after another passers-by gathered around.

"Little girl, how do you sell this? Is it for food?"

A silver-haired grandmother with a satchel came over and asked casually.

"Fried noodles," the girl with long brown hair smiled, and the flames made her cheeks red. She said in fluent Ruodan's local language, "a kind of Middle-earth snack, do you want to try it?"

As she spoke, she poured the fried powder in the pot into a disposable plastic bowl, then inserted a plastic fork into the bowl, and handed it to a middle-aged uncle who had been waiting for a long time.

"How much is a bowl?"

the old man asked in a low voice.

"Twenty miles for a big bowl, fifteen miles for a small bowl."

The girl smiled while frying a bowl.

Ruoli is the currency unit of the Republic of Jordan, and the exchange rate with the Chinese currency is about 1.5 Ruoli for 1 Chinese currency.

"It's so expensive."

The old man hesitated.

The consumption level in the Republic of Jordan is not high.

"These ingredients and spices are all brought from the Middle Earth, so they are not cheap," the girl smiled, "the taste is absolutely delicious."

Hearing this, the old man still hesitated.

"Little girl, is my fan ready?"

A hand with intricate tattoos came out of the crowd, and it slammed on the panel of the booth, followed by a young man with earrings and a crew-shaven squeezed through the crowd to appear in front of the booth.

With his presence, those around him dispersed an area, leaving a vacuum around him.

"just."

The girl poured the fried powder from the pot into a bowl and handed it over, "Hi, there are twenty in total."

"twenty?"

The young man sneered, "You don't know who I am, do you? I'm covering everything around here. Do you want me to ask for money?"

He stretched out his hand and was about to grab the girl by the collar, "Little girl, did you get my permission to set up a stall here? Did you pay the protection fee?"

"Twenty a piece, sir."

As soon as the girl closed her hand, she took back the fried noodles handed over, and took advantage of the opportunity to avoid the young man's grasping hand.

"You don't get your fists for good words, bitch."

With his hands on the booth, the young man was about to turn over the booth and hit the girl.

The girl glanced at him, put the fried powder in her hand aside, turned around, held his right hand with her right hand, turned her back to the young man, and hit the young man's lower abdomen with a sudden elbow with her left hand.

The young man who was still yelling suddenly lost his voice, his expression distorted due to the severe pain.

Then the girl directly pulled forward with her right hand, squatted halfway, and threw the young man out with an over-the-shoulder fall, and rolled into the stinky ditch beside him.

Then she raised her hand and put the bowl of fried noodles into the cabinet of the booth trolley.

The whole movement is smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.

The young man who was thrown into the stinking ditch got up tremblingly, wanted to say something, but lost his voice because of the pain, he could only say ah ah ah, and then ran away angrily.

"it is good!"

There was a sudden applause from the crowd.

The girl who was collecting the fried noodles looked at the customers gathered around the booth in a daze.

"Well done girl, I've wanted to beat this bastard for a long time."

An uncle took out a [-] bill and slapped it on the table, "Give me a portion of your fried noodles, I want a large portion."

"okay."

The girl quickly heats up the oil in the pan.

"Bring me a big bowl too, and I'll take it home."

The old man who asked first took out a stack of money from his pocket, counted out 20 yuan and put it on the girl's booth.

"Okay," the girl kept moving her hands, "I'll fry this for you after I finish frying this."

The flames rose, with a little smoke.

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The girl kept busy until night fell, then she put away the booth trolley and pushed it to her temporary homestay.

There are very few people on the street. Turning the alleyway in front, you will find the courtyard of the hotel.

At this moment, several black figures walked out of the alleyway.

"Boss, it's that girl."

One of them covered his stomach, pointed at the girl, and said loudly.

"What the hell, girl, you're amazing."

The leader was a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the girl.
"You're good at shooting, right? It depends on whether your hand is fast or my gun is fast. You're a foreigner, and you die every day in this kind of alley."

The girl stared at the pistol, and slightly clenched the hand pushing the booth.

She has never dodged a bullet, and she is very clear that the ancient martial arts are somewhat behind the times under the modern weapons.

The man with the scar pulled the trigger, "Go to heaven and pay attention."

At this moment, a black figure half-floating in the air rushed out from the alley.

The black figure glanced at the few people blocking the way in front of him, stretched out his hand like a phantom, and grabbed their necks.

click -

Accompanied by bursts of crisp sounds, the heads of these people were turned aside and fell to the ground.

Scarface, who was standing at the front, heard the voice behind him, and turned around suspiciously.

But before he finished his movements, the black shadow behind him grabbed his neck directly and threw him aside.

And just as he was thrown out, Sombra saw the pistol in his hand.

Hei Ying directly reached out and grabbed a pistol, turned around and aimed it behind him.

At this time, the girl realized that behind this black figure, there was another young man with the appearance of Middle Earth chasing him.

How?

The girl recognized this young man who had met once in the morning.

He Ao's speed is extremely fast, so fast that she can hardly catch it.

At this time, Sombra had already pointed the gun at He Ao behind him, and he pulled the trigger while stepping back.

boom--

The gunshot and the sound of Scarface hitting the wall sounded almost simultaneously.

The sharp bullets sliced ​​through the air and rushed towards He Ao's face.

The girl opened her mouth to remind He Ao, but it was already too late.

He Ao glanced at the flying bullet, and stretched out his hand.

boom--

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the bullet accurately landed on his fingertips and was caught between his index and middle fingers. Then he flicked his fingers and threw the flying bullet back to the shadow.

The speed felt even faster than the speed of the bullets.

Alifia:?
Is this reasonable?

　Too much to write, a little later.

　
(End of this chapter)