[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

An idea hits Will's mind like a ray of light from outside the sky, and he tries to catch the sudden flash of inspiration.

"The poisoner and the copycat are the same person. If I hadn't just been hallucinating, I would have done more than just find you and shoot Abel Gideon. I also appeared in Dr. Sudcliffe's The scene of the victim...Georgia Macy was found covered in blood, and her body was covered with DNA residues of Dr. Sutcliffe. She appeared at the scene of the victimization, but she was not the one who killed Sucliffe.

The copycat killed him, Georgia Macy's appearance was just an accident, he couldn't have foreseen it, and his solution was to kill Georgia.It wasn't his intention to blame this case on Georgia Macy, what he wanted to do was... frame me. "

"for what?"

"I'm thinking. If he's just trying to get away with it, he doesn't necessarily have to blame me for all these cases."

To blame a federal agent requires breaking through the barrier of internal trust.In terms of security, this is not the best choice.But from other perspectives, such as excitement, this is indeed an interesting and bold approach.

"An intelligent psychopath, sadistic, with no traceable motive, no pattern to follow, hard to catch. That's how I profile a copycat when I see Cathy Boyle's dead body. But Now I think I've found a pattern. Even if he doesn't frame him, he can get away with it.

But he did, and like you said, he was very close to me.It doesn't serve any practical purpose, he chooses to do it just for fun.He knew my empathy, he knew my way of solving crimes, he knew my terrible mental state. "Will looked out the window at the fields shrouded in mist and sighed, "But in this way, the delineated area is still very wide.I didn't know if he was a detective, an intern, a cadet or just the Baltimore police. "

"You'll find him. But since he'll be curious about your behavior, he might just come to you. Take this."

Will picked up this sudden object from Muke's hand. After a few experiences, he has gotten used to Muke's behavior of fetching things from the air, but this time what he took out made Will stunned, " A ring?"

A shining ruby ​​is set on the golden ring.Rubies are not cut into sharp-edged shapes, but rounded like a puddle of water.

"The formations carved inside and the spiritual power contained in it can guarantee your safety in most cases. This imitator can harm the ghost of Georgia Macy. He may know the existence of the world of supernatural forces, or even be a member of it."

"Thank you." Will realized that he had misunderstood Muke's meaning before.But Mu Ke didn't notice any disappointment in Will's thank you.Even though thoughts turn pages quickly, emotions cannot change quickly.

"He may have special abilities, but he has not shown this tendency in several of his crimes."

"He took Cathy Boyle's lungs. Many monsters in the United States have the habit of cannibalism."

"You know," Will sighed with his head up, "not only monsters can eat people, but also humans, such as Abigail's father. We can't let go of this possibility."

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Crowley looked at Muke, who had his back turned to him, standing at the intersection of the abandoned factory area. A small pit was dug out in the middle of the road, and there was a box inside, the standard method of summoning demons at intersections.

When Crowley received the call, he thought he was on business again, but when he arrived, he found that this careless man was calling him.This was probably the second summoner who made the devil feel desperate after the two Winchester brothers who summoned him to the devil formation.

"Are you serious? Call me with human summoning."

"Just to test whether this summoning technique is effective," Mu Ke turned around, "I think you should appear in front of me."

"This summoning technique is for trading souls. We need a bit of a scary and spiritual atmosphere." As a marketing tool, Crowley looked at Mu Ke's blank face, knowing that he didn't need to add the explanation behind, and the other party didn't care at all. Marketing method or trading soul, "What can I do?"

"Look at this." Muke threw the jade bottle to Crowley, "This should belong to the devil, do you know it?"

Crowley took the bottle. The extremely yang aura contained in the bottle was like boiling water. He shook his burned hand and uncorked the bottle. The black-red devil power overflowed like quicksand. Crowley Take a deep breath. "Yes, this power belongs to Kadelia. Did he offend you?"

Crowley looked at Muke's frowning and thoughtful expression, "Oh, I didn't provoke you, but your little lover. Unfortunately, he has been dead for many years, and I was also a small employee under him back then."

"Who will hold his remaining magic power?"

"Well, it's either the person who killed him, or someone he left the magic power as a legacy on his own initiative. Like his daughter."

"A daughter of the devil?"

"It's a bit like a family business," Crowley rolled his eyes. "Both father and daughter were not good people in life, and they fell into hell together after death, and both became demons. You should know her, Kimberly, who was killed by you, and by the way The demon that dragged you into the FBI interrogation room. But she's dead, where did you get the magic?"

Mu Ke didn't speak, and after glancing at Crowley, he disappeared at the crossroads.

Crowley looked at the deserted street, the wind blew the waste plastic paper on the side of the road, it was cold and lonely, he couldn't help cursing in his heart, he shouldn't expect Muke to pay for the service of Crossroad Demon .

Muke didn't go too far, but just teleported to another block, walked back slowly, thinking about the news provided by Crowley.

He followed Kimberly because the demon had attacked him in the dark, but she couldn't succeed, and Mu Ke immediately followed after he found Kimberly.

Demons are never fools. Even though Mu Ke's face is not well-known among demons, he doesn't think there is anything in him that is worth Kimberly's desperate risk.

There are others in this circle of contacts...

Night shrouds the quiet street, and the honking of cars is a few blocks away.

The sound of running footsteps quietly broke Mu Ke's thinking.The owner of the footsteps was trying to suppress the sound as much as possible, but the sound of friction and collision with the ground was captured by Mu Ke's ears.

There is also the crisp sound of metal collisions and the fluctuation of spiritual power.

"Jie Taiming Soul Locking Formation!" A young voice sounded from the second alley ahead.

The formation of white light flew out, and the complex runes fluttered in the air like white feathers, and the aura surged for a while, and the night wind gushed violently.Mu Ke stopped in his tracks.

The Soul Locking Formation and another formation that had already been set up formed a net, blocking a figure rushing out of the alley.

He is a blond American, slightly fat, and on the surface, there is nothing that can touch the soul-locking array.

But he suddenly soared into the sky and flew up into the sky like stepping on a cloud.The bright net was torn out into a bulge facing the sky, and the flowing runes were stretched into a long and narrow shape, almost unrecognizable.

A jet of black air flew out of the blond man's hand, tearing apart the thinly stretched formation like a flint knife.

Another snatcher.Mu Ke's eyes followed the light and dust spilled from the rupture of the formation, and the three young monks chasing behind were still trying to repair the loopholes and stop the fleeing people.

Mu Ke walked quickly towards the magic circle, and a few wisps of black spiritual power hooked out of his fingertips galloped and locked the blond man who was almost struggling out of the net.

He let out a scream accompanied by whimpering in pain, and struggled frantically, but the prison rope formed by spiritual power would only tighten more and more tightly.

However, the two-layer magic circle formed by the monks also shattered and collapsed the moment Mu Ke walked into the touch, and exploded along the sink-like cracks.

One of the leaders among the young monks subconsciously hit Mu Ke with a fierce sword energy, but Mu Ke slightly raised his hand and dispelled it in the night.

"Brother, don't worry, he doesn't have demon energy or resentment, so he might not be an enemy."

"...Oh, Xuan Nu, Xuan Nu..." The man bound in mid-air suddenly spoke hoarsely, his vocal cords had been damaged by the tighter and tighter rope, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a ghost.

Mu Ke looked up at this familiar soul, Gu Anlin, one of the ghosts on the [-]th floor who was quiet enough to leave an impression on others. This was the first time Mu Ke heard him speak.

"I don't deserve this life?...I should listen to them." Gu Anlin spoke in English, with a northern American accent, "Look at your beautiful soul, how is this skin worthy? How powerful. "

Mu Ke didn't feel much about the illogical words in his dying struggle. When he finished speaking, he lightly swiped his palm and used his spiritual power to force out the ugly and dark soul of Gu Anlin, strangled him with golden light, and the soul instantly turned into white dust and floated into the sky.

The corpse of the original human fell to the ground without a sound. A monk stepped forward to check.

"He is dead, Gu Anlin has swallowed his soul." Mu Ke stood not far away, tall and straight, reminded.

"This..." The two young monks looked at each other in blank dismay, "We originally wanted to save lives."

It was only then that Mu Ke noticed that two of the three were sword cultivators holding long swords, and the other was a Buddha cultivator holding a Zen staff.It's just that the two sword cultivators were wearing narrow-sleeved cross-neck gowns, while Foxiu was wearing only a blue T-shirt with a cropped head. All three of them looked like college students.

"The ghosts on the eighteenth floor can't be saved."

"Amitabha Buddha." Hearing the words, Buddha Xiu clasped his hands together and recited a sentence.

The two sword cultivators looked at each other, and a so-called senior brother came forward and asked each other with clasped fists, "The Kunlun sect Zhou Shu, this is my junior brother Xia Yanti, and the accompanying mage Yihuai, how dare you ask who is senior? "

Zhou Shu only knew from Mu Ke's smooth casting of spells that his age must not be what his appearance showed, and he probably was a certain powerful senior.

But now the world of cultivation is becoming more and more fragmented, and most sects, masters and disciples know each other well, but Zhou Shu has never met this one.

Mu Ke thought for a while, "Mu Ke, I'm worshiping under the student of Zhuo Pingsheng. Aren't the three dispatched by the Xiu'an Department?"

"I'm ashamed to say it," Zhou Shu smiled slightly. The name of Zhuo Pingsheng was mentioned by his masters, and the internal almanac compiled by the Ministry of Xiu'an often used the name of Yan Qing to refer to him. In college, the Ministry of Xiu An has not yet approved our application."

Yan Qing is the elder of Zhao Hanzang, the current head of the North American Branch of the Xiu'an Ministry. Most of the monks remember this name, and they also know that besides Zhao Hanzang, he has another disciple (Yan Qing himself doesn't call it that, but the monks I think this title is appropriate.), Few people have seen it before, and they were not well-known before they forcibly teleported and broke through the forbidden formation of the Xiu'an Department-but after breaking the forbidden formation, rumors and speculations abounded.

The three of them didn't expect to see him today, nor did they expect Mu Ke's behavior style to be so different from Yan Qing and Zhao Hanzang's.Those two would probably keep Gu Anlin's soul and send it back to the underworld.

Zhou Shu looked at Mu Ke's thoughtful expression, and replied respectfully, "The three of us met this house snatcher by chance, and wanted to stop the monster, but we were young and ignorant, and acted rashly, which almost caused a catastrophe. Thank you very much. Seniors help."

Mu Ke looked at Zhou Shu and was speechless for a while, then Zhou Shu also lowered his head and cupped his fists to wait for him, "The monsters and ghosts who have fled recently are not ordinary things, if you are not sure, don't act rashly."

Mu Ke himself rarely has the habit of exchanging instructions with juniors, not because he ignores them, but most of the time he has no motivation and doesn't know what to do.But Yan Qing never forgets to have a few words with his fellows, to appreciate, to call, to talk, or just to exchange names.

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance." Zhou Shu thanked, watching Mu Ke disappear before his eyes.

Xia Yanti came up and patted Zhou Shu on the back, "Does your back hurt?"

Zhou Shu shook his arm, sweeping away his innocence, "It's okay, it's better than the teacher apprenticeship ceremony. Talking to these old seniors is really tiring."

"Oh, I thought you were frightened," Xia Yanti laughed, "His ease of breaking the barrier, tsk tsk, even if the master came, he might not be able to stop it."

"He can rush into the barrier of the Xiu'an Department, what are we? When I heard about him before, I thought this was a villain who was the opposite of Senior Yan, but now I see that he is actually a good person. Yihuai, you say... .one pregnant?"

Holding a Zen stick in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, he is slowly lifting his face from the screen at this moment, his eyes are confused, "Huh?"

"Can you play with your phone less?" Zhou Shu had already forgotten what he wanted to say before.

"I was looking at the news of EU import and export regulations and changes in trade value in the past few years, and completed the materials for the thesis. The deadline given by my tutor is coming."

"Okay," Zhou Shu said helplessly, "how to deal with this corpse?"

Xia Yanti looked around, "There are no surveillance cameras."