[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Mu Ke saw Will standing quietly beside the police car, and the flashing red and blue lights of the police car hit Will on the cheek, "I will."

Zhao Hanzang cast some memory-confusing spells to avoid troublesome things like transcripts, and left Mu Ke with a series of phone numbers and the contact information of the Overseas Headquarters and the North American Branch of the Ministry of Xiu An.

Mu Ke watched Zhao Hanzang walk up to the black Ford parked by the roadside.

"Let's drive." Zhao Hanzang said to the person in the driver's seat playing with his mobile phone.

The latter put away his phone, "Why do I feel like I'm your exclusive driver now?"

"Because I don't know how to drive." Zhao Hanzang laughed.

"Okay, okay." Li Gui put away his phone and started the engine, "So Mu Ke and Moyuan have something to do with the crack between the eighteenth floor of the underworld?"

"No, he didn't know about it?"

"Can we trust him?"

"Even if you don't believe me, you should believe Yan Qing." Zhao Hanzang paused, then suddenly asked, "Do you believe me?"

"I don't know." Li Gui turned the steering wheel, and the vehicle drove away from the light of the street lights in front of Mu Ke's house, "I was assigned to this Laoshizi Chinese monk and superpower holder security management security deployment department just by accident A human civil servant, and you?"

He suddenly smiled inexplicably, "Master Shenlong, this kind of word sounds scary enough."

"I treat him too..." Uncle Shenlong in Li Gui's mouth restrained his smile and looked at the rows of street lights receding outside the car window, "I believe in the people Yan Qing taught, but I still want to say that he has the The power itself makes me feel threatened. And with the threat comes doubt.”

"Hmm..." Li Gui suddenly wanted to refute Master Shenlong, "Although I just watched him from a distance, I think his personality is not bad, very calm, unlike you."

"What's wrong with me?"

Li Gui shrugged, "Like a fucking monarch."

"Heh! That's right, isn't my father a diabolical monarch?"

Li Gui rubbed the goosebumps accumulated on his arms, he felt that Zhao Hanzang must have been infected by the Northeast roe deer monster in the ministry, so he spoke like a scumbag.

After Zhao Hanzang left, the little cat demon that Mu Ke picked up jumped out from a corner of the garden again, with the tips of its claws hooking on Mu Ke's trouser legs and climbing up.

Mu Ke held the demon cat by the back of its neck and raised it to the level of his eyes. The demon cat screamed and stretched out his tongue to lick the blood on Mu Ke's fingers.

Mu Ke sighed, cast a dedusting technique on it, healed its wound with spiritual power, and put it back on the grass, "Let's go, do you still want me to raise you?"

The little cat demon squatted in front of him and let out a cry.

"Let's go." Mu Ke pinched its little head, but the little cat demon was unmoved.

Will stood in the distance looking at Muke, who was playing with the cat under the laurel tree. Hannibal came out to check after hearing the siren. The police officers all knew this FBI special adviser, so they didn't stop him when he walked towards Will. he.

Will glanced sideways at Hannibal, "That's rare, you're not wearing a three-piece suit."

Hannibal had just come out of the house, wearing only a black crew-neck sweater and a cashmere coat.

"Have you caught the murderer?"

"Yeah." Will replied.

"Do you see what black goat hair means?"

Will frowned, "No."

"You said that the murderer sees himself as a judge, and the victims he chooses are all criminals. Then why did he find Mu Ke?"

"There were some things I was wrong about," Will said, "like I didn't think about what that lock of black goat hair meant to the murderer."

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Mu Ke has no idea where Xie Zhi will go, he is very smart, and he does not leave the slightest trace for Mu Ke to follow.

Mu Ke himself has some impressions of the remnant soul of Xiezhi. Xiezhi was originally a sheep body. After being killed by a treacherous minister, his spirit and soul were all wiped out, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul with some mana and his talent—— Those who break the turbidity and swallow evil.

But the remaining remnant soul is not enough to support the entity, and there is no full consciousness, only an obsession drive left in life.

The judge of the underworld sealed the remaining wisp of remnant soul in the plaque in the nave of the underworld to judge the past events of the dead souls who entered through the middle gate.

But he has escaped now.According to Zhao Hanzang, the victims chosen by this serial killer are all chosen by Xiezhi, but killing?It cannot be denied that Xiezhi's remnant soul will have a spiritual impact, but it is more of the desire of the killer himself.

Xie Zhi is not biased, but the world cannot allow him to drive a mortal to kill.

Mu Ke weighed over and over again between calculating a hexagram and searching with his consciousness, and finally chose the latter.

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He felt very uncomfortable, so he stopped the car and found a random motel to stay in, and registered under the name John Smith, which he knew was a pseudonym.

The registration at the front desk glanced at him casually, and wrote the name on it. By the way, he said, "You are the third John Smith this month. Can you change your name next time? It will be very troublesome when the tax bureau comes to check the accounts. "

The distasteful tone annoyed him, and he raised his head and stared straight at the front desk.The front desk clerk felt hairy when he saw it, and said in a bad tone, "What? Do I have Franklin on my face?"

Without Franklin, he doesn't care, but there's no flame either.The voice had promised him that it would enlighten him when it needed to, and he felt it was necessary now, but there was nothing.

"Pay cash." He finally left this sentence and took the room key.

He hadn't slept very well all night, threw up twice, fished out the little medicine bottle left, and swallowed a couple of dexamethasone and capram.

The voice hadn't reappeared, and he almost thought it was a hallucination, the possibility of having brain cancer was more convincing to him than the possibility of God's revelation to him.

But soon he found that he was wrong again.Early the next morning, he saw a couple walking down the corridor hugging each other. He could only tell their relationship and gender from the woman's high-heeled shoes and the car keys held in the man's hand.

Because the heads of the two were surrounded by raging flames, the sound of the flames plundering oxygen rushed into his ears.

He almost fell into an uncontrollable ecstasy, like a devout but suffering believer who sees the bushes struck by lightning ignite a blazing fire in a trance.

The couple's face had been charred without realizing it, changing the shape of the charred skin where the masseter muscles and lips had been with conversations he couldn't hear and didn't want to hear.

He swallowed, and turned his gaze to the ice cube in his hand. The transparent ice cube sealed the air bubbles in the ice cube, and was imprinted with flowing bright red by the fire not far away.

It was true, he said to himself, that he would have a pair of guardian angels.

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Trenton, New Jersey

"He registered under the name John Smith," Crawford said to Will.

"No imagination." Will shook his head.

Crawford glanced at him and continued: "The victims are the Andersons. The corpses were badly damaged and they were arranged in front of the bed. I thought it would be the Chesapeake Ripper, but the murderer didn't take any souvenir."

"This time you have to be prepared," Crawford added.

"I'm ready." Will replied as usual.

Crawford repeated, "Be prepared, it's pretty ugly inside. Listen, there's no jurisdictional dispute this time, and the local police are begging us to take this case. What were you thinking?"

Will took off his glasses and pressed the bridge of his nose, "Confused, I suffered from insomnia again last night."

Crawford thought of something and said, "That's just a good way to wake you up."

Will glanced at Crawford strangely. He was not a rookie intern who just came out of the academy. Watching all kinds of "characteristic" crime scenes was just his daily job.

Will took his glasses back, walked to the front, and brushed aside the police officers surrounding the door of the guest room. They leaned on the door frame and looked inside, but no one went in.

When Will walked in the door and saw the scene in the room clearly, his nasal cavity pushed out a puff, "Okay, now I'm awake."

The first thing that hit Will's head was a scream that filled the air with blood, and it shook him back a few steps.

Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet.Will kept telling himself.

Then, he turned his attention to the current crime scene again.

A man and a woman leaned forward, kneeling on both sides of the foot of the bed, clasped their hands together, and lowered their heads, in a prayer position.Both of them had wings on their backs, and the wings were spread out, with the tips of the wings pointing upwards.

Will took a deep breath and continued walking, the smell of blood and a sour taste drying his throat.

The killer sliced ​​open the skin on the backs of both victims and tore the lung flaps out of their chests.Under the exposed bright red muscle and the package of yellow and white fat, one can see the protruding spine section by section.

The lung flaps and the skin on the back are suspended by fishing lines and hooks that pierce the skin, and the other end of the fishing lines is suspended from the roof.The praying hands are held in place in the same way.

Beverly Katz, Jimmy Price, and Brian Zeller, three forensic doctors who have worked for Crawford many times, have arrived at the crime scene ahead of schedule and are working with the detectives of the Criminal Investigation Section to gather evidence.

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