[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

"At least I know he might be a fisherman," Beverly said.

"It could have been Vikings, too," Price said.

"Did the Vikings do this?" Zeller frowned, holding a camera in his hands, in disbelief.

"The way the Vikings used to execute Christians was to break their ribs, bend their bodies backwards, and pull out their lungs and hang them as wings. They used to call them 'blood eagles,'" Price continued.

Will stood still and observed, "Do pagans mock pious believers?"

"Who is mocking whom?" Crawford paced behind Will.

"No, he's not mocking them." Will quickly overturned his thoughts, "He's transforming them."

Beverly walked to the bed, "I don't know if he slept soundly, but he spent the night here, there is hair on the pillow, the sheets are still wet, and he sweats a lot."

"The madman slept here last night," Will said to himself faintly.

"He also vomited on the bedside table." Beverly pointed to a puddle of solidified vomit on the bedside table.

"Can't stand what I'm doing," Crawford analysed. "Anxiety and nervous dyspepsia."

Will squinted his eyes, and shook his head again with a slight arc that only he knew. Crawford's deduction was different from the crime scene he felt, "He didn't feel nervous."

Will took two steps forward, his left fingertips trembled nervously, which forced him to make a fist with his right hand. Crawford didn't notice this abnormality, "It's a sense of justice."

"Another trial type?"

"No, it's not the same. He feels that he has sublimated them." Will said that in the last case, there were still some problems that bothered him, but not this one. He could see the murderer's psychological purpose.

The twitching of his fingertips intensified, his empathy had already begun to function after walking into this crime scene and seeing it all.

Will is feeling bad now, with some drowsy dizziness and a bad headache, he doesn't know if it's himself, or if the killer was feeling the same way while committing the crime or lying asleep in front of the two victims, and through The empathy came back to Will.

He closed his eyes, "I need to put a plastic sheet on the bed."

Crawford understood, asked someone to bring a plastic sheet, and cleared the entire room, leaving the rest of the time to Will.

Once again, Will closed his eyes, and the golden pendulum swiped across the darkness. On the image in Will's mind, the hook and line from the victim disappeared, the pendulum swiped again, and the wound disappeared.The victim's body returned to its uncut state by the killer.

He opened his eyes and looked at the two bodies.

"That's not the real you."

"This is my gift to you." Fishing lines and hooks appeared, and the skin and lung flaps on the victim's back were torn, blood stains slowly left along the shoulders, and then turned black and dry.

They came to the final appearance again, the golden light poured down from above, making the fishing line transparent.

Will rolled his eyes, looked at the picture in his imagination, and breathed heavily, "I allow you to become angels. And now, I lie down and fall asleep."

Will opened his eyes, and he hadn't escaped from his imagination, "But I got up after a nap, didn't go through the main door, but turned out the window, leaving my guardian angel by the bed."

Will pulled open the curtains, and the pale winter sun came in. He jumped out. In the early morning, there was no one in the corridor, "I walked on the snow and made some noises, but I didn't care, I had other things. Purpose."

"What's my purpose?" a sane part of Will asked him now.

He tried to turn around, looking at the footprints he had left in the snow as he walked all the way.But at this moment, a cloud of black mist rushed out from the corner of the wall and rushed towards Will.

For the mist, waving his arms was useless, but he subconsciously turned his head and waved his arms in an attempt to disperse the cloud of black smoke like this.The black smoke was scattered, and it tried to gather together as if it was alive.

"Will?"

Will heard a familiar voice, but the owner of that voice should not be here.Not in New Jersey, much less in his fantasy.

He turned his head and looked at the voice from above.This action definitely does not belong to the murderer.Will has never had his own emotions in the fantasy of empathy, but he is sure that the doubt and confusion now belong to him.

where is the murderer

The cloud of black mist regrouped into a ball, and now it looked more like a floating colloidal liquid.Will saw Muke through the blurred edge of the black mist, he was standing on the roof and was about to jump down.

This motel has only been repaired on one floor. It is indeed not high, but the distance from the roof to the ground is also not low for a human jumping down.

Will thought of the time he'd fallen off the roof with him.This time the roof was several feet higher than Will's own roof.But Muke jumped down, fell to the ground effortlessly, stood firm, with only a slight bend in his knees, and then ran towards Will.

Is this an illusion? Will murmured to himself in his heart, but...thanks to Will for his empathy, it doesn't come from any spell or spell, it's just a rare but scientific phenomenon in the brain that is different from ordinary people Variety.This makes everything Will sees in empathy fit reality.

But Mu Ke and the black mist in front of him interfered with Will's current judgment.Is he in an empathy, or a hallucination, or another sleepwalking

He saw the golden light overflowing from Mu Ke's palm, condensed into five golden threads in mid-air, and suddenly came and entwined with the black mist, and the place where the black mist was touched by the golden threads produced bursts of white smoke.The black mist was wrapped into a ball by the entangled golden thread, and it still kept agitating and struggling. Suddenly, it exploded like a punctured balloon, and the jelly black was like tiny drops of water in the air. Squeeze through the gaps in the woven net.

Black particles gathered in the sky again, followed by the golden thread, but this time, the black mist did not try to avoid the golden thread, but turned into a cone and pierced Will.

Will took a few steps back in panic, and saw that the golden thread that was originally chasing the black mist circled in front of Will from below, spread out, and woven into a golden transparent barrier to block the attack of the black mist.

At this moment, the black mist did not continue to attack Will stubbornly, but quickly dissipated the power-consuming cone, fled into the air, and disappeared from the sight of the two.

Xiezhi's goal has been achieved, and the purpose of making a fuss is to escape Mu Ke's pursuit.Although it is just a piece of remnant soul, it is not stupid at all.

Mu Ke looked at the empty leaden gray sky, pursed his lips, and Will's voice brought him back to his thoughts.

"Muko?" Will approached slowly, he thought Muke was a hallucination, but the hallucination didn't disappear, nor did it become blurred and transparent, "Why are you here..."

"I..." Mu Ke looked at Will, and then at the hotel room surrounded by the cordon, but now the whole hotel was empty.

The remnant soul of Xiezhi has found a new host, and Mukeyi's hexagram has tracked it here.It can be seen that Will is here to handle the case, but Mu Ke couldn't figure out why he would go out of his body and enter the world of the soul while handling the case, and he didn't know it.Mu Ke looked at the golden color in Will's soul, thinking that maybe it had something to do with it.

"It's nothing." Muke approached Will, who was not used to the close distance, and wanted to back away, but Muke had raised his right hand before that, covering his gray-green eyes with his palm, "Forget everything just now."

Clang——Will felt the metal humming sound explode in his head, he felt that he closed his eyes, his brain went black and almost passed out, but there was another force pulling his consciousness to wake him up come over.

Will opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.The scene in front of him was still a hotel room, and the two corpses maintained their original terrifying postures.The palms were still holding down the plastic sheet that was spread on the bed to avoid damaging the scene, and the local police officers were talking outside the motel's poorly soundproofed door.

Subconsciously, he jumped up from the bed, rushed to the window, pulled open the curtains, put his hands on the window frame and jumped out.

Crawford heard the noise, turned his head and saw Will flipping out of the window and running down the corridor into the snow again, "Will!" Crawford tried to stop him, Will A separate space is required for empathic profiling, but apparently turning out of a window does not fall into this category.

Will didn't respond to Crawford, and he didn't actually run any further onto the road, but he kept turning and staring blankly.Crawford immediately walked over and put Will on the shoulder, forcing him to stop.

Before Crawford could ask, Will began to say to himself, "I saw something."

"what"

"The problem is that I don't remember!" Will rubbed his wind-cooled face, which made his cheeks flush.

Crawford, his hands in his coat pockets, stared at Will.

"I'm sure I saw it, but I can't find a specific memory. I also did something, like jumping out of a window, or running around like that."

"You just did that."

"No, Jack," Will said, taking a deep breath, the cold air making his throat quiver, "I mean, when I empathize."

He looked around, the white snow was swept to both sides of the road, a car passed by on the right side of the road, the wheels pressed against the melted snow on the road, leaving a trail of water, and the icy breath traveled along the road with a gust of wind .

A thought flashed into Will's mind.