The copy NPCs are all my homie [Original God + Unlimited]

Two days later.

Standing on the beach, Ying watched a thin layer of waves recede from under the chubby male corpse in front of her, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Why, can't you watch it anymore?"

Familiar cynicism came from around her, and Ying knew it was a straggler without looking back.

The stragglers in this world were even more annoying than she remembered, as if they had a natural enmity with her, and they would make trouble for her whenever they had the opportunity.

But from this point of view, skirmishers in any world are the same.Always makes her unhappy.

Ying took a deep breath and forced herself not to think about the stragglers before, so as not to be dazzled by anger.

"Do you want to make a bet." She looked at the skirmisher provocatively.

"What bet?" He looked back at her with his arms folded.

"Just bet on whoever finds the murderer first."

The straggler looked at her fixedly, with a dangerous light in his deep eyes: "I won't bet with you."

"Are you afraid?"

"No", he shook his head, "because you will definitely lose."

The corner of Ying's mouth twitched.This kid is really arrogant.

Detective Inspector Norton came over, holding the card and mobile phone taken out of the deceased's pocket.

Ying looked at the letter soaked in water, the words on it were still very clear.

Is it interesting?Be careful after two days.

"It's pretty obvious," Inspector Norton said sullenly, "that the murderer seems to be killing people according to the color of their hair."

Skirmisher: "Any fool can see that."

Inspector: ...

Ying pursed her lips, and looked up at the body. Although her half-length orange hair had been wet by the sea and covered with sand, she could still vaguely see that it was a very dazzling orange.

"This hair...should be dyed?" Ying squinted her eyes to identify it.

Some of the people she knew had orange hair, so when she saw this orange hair, she felt a little unnatural, and it didn't look like she was born with it.

The detective picked up the phone and shared the information he had just found with the two.

"Reggie Carter, 24, freelance illustrator. Last seen yesterday at a comic-con."

"Manga Exhibition?" This term seems a little strange and a little familiar.

Ying thought for a long time before she managed to recall the meaning of this word from her memory.

"Yes," the inspector nodded and stretched out his hand, "This is his mobile phone. Although it was soaked in water, it's fortunate that it's not broken. I'll send it back to the bureau for analysis."

Although she didn't understand his intention of handing over the phone, Ying took it cooperatively.She turned on the screen and found that the phone screen saver was an anime character with orange half-long hair.

"Ah..." She opened her mouth and understood.

"This character seems to be very popular," the inspector took back his phone, "Although I don't know much about this matter, I have seen this cartoon character before."

Comic exhibition... hot cartoon characters... Ying touched her chin.

She walked over again, looking down at the body.

The body was lying face down on the beach, having been struck to death with a heavy object in the back of the head.The beach does not appear to have been the first incident, as the body had clearly been in the sea.

"Check the surveillance on his way home from the comic exhibition." Ying straightened up, "the back of the head was hit, indicating that he was attacked in a defenseless state. His clothes and shoes are more comfortable, and There are obvious wear marks on the soles, indicating that he may walk a lot. And he is fat, with loose hips, and it can be seen that he does not move very much. He often walks and does not move often...plus his preference for comic exhibitions, I guess His home should not be far from the comic exhibition, so he often walks to the comic exhibition. Based on this, the crime may have occurred when he was attacked from behind by unknown persons while returning home from the comic exhibition."

And he doesn't necessarily know the murderer.

Ying said silently in her heart.

**

What she didn't expect was that the murderer actually appeared in the surveillance.

Although Reggie's way home was not fully covered by surveillance, he didn't capture anything useful.But Ying changed her mind, if the murderer wanted to throw the body to the seaside, the target must be very big, why not check the seaside surveillance on the way Reggie came home.

In the case of high-intensity circular monitoring, they saw a heavily armed man in black throwing Reggie from the guardrail into the sea, and then the man in black also jumped down.

The whole picture process took less than five seconds, but it was also the only clue.

Hiss... Ying frowned, and the thrower also jumped into the sea. What was the motive behind this action?

"smart people."

The straggler said unexpectedly.

Ying looked at him suspiciously, it was rare to hear stragglers praise someone for being smart.

"Didn't you see it? He is demonstrating to you." The straggler shrugged, and then ordered the police to play back the video.

"That's right here," he paused at a certain frame where the man in black climbed up the guardrail, "he looked up at the monitor."

Ying hadn't noticed this before.But the movement of this person looking up at the monitor was really fast, and he jumped down in the next second.This shows that he knew the existence of the surveillance before he looked up at the surveillance.

"He just wants you to see him," the skirmisher concluded. "What a wise man does, but a fool can't understand."

She gave him a white look: "So you know who he is?"

"Me?" The straggler smiled, "Of course I don't know."

She carefully observed his expression, he looked relaxed, but it seemed a little...too relaxed.

Why should he get involved in this case?

Ying's intuition told her that something was wrong.

**

The deceased Reggie's interpersonal relationship was pitifully blank. His father had been lost since he was a child, and his mother passed away last year. He lived alone, had no romantic relationships, and no close friends.

Only Mr. Moore, the editor in charge of the comics he draws, can be regarded as having a relationship with him.

"Poor Reggie," he sighed, a look of regret that didn't reach his eyes. "It's a disaster that he hasn't finished his caricature yet."

"Has he any enemies?" Inspector Norton asked.

"No, no," Moore waved his hands again and again, "He stays at home all day and doesn't go out very much. Where can he make enemies with people? His only hobby is going to comic exhibitions. He said that place can give him A lot of inspiration. He is also an old acquaintance at that comic exhibition, and he has lived here for several years, and he has not missed a game."

"Never missed a single game," Ying repeated, and then asked, "Then if he goes to every game, does he also go every day?"

"Yes." Moore nodded.

"How long has he kept this hair color?"

"It's been a year or two." Moore thought for a while, "He dyed his hair for the cosplay of the god character the year before last, and then thought it suited him very well, so he never changed it."

"cos?" Ying sensitively captured the word.

"Yes, he was in good shape at the time. The previous cosplay photos became popular on the Internet for a while, but now he is fat. Some time ago, he was reported by the media as 'God Fallen', which is quite interesting." Moore said this When speaking, the expression on his face was obviously smiling, and then he rolled his eyes, as if he was planning something.

"I know what you're thinking." The straggler said suddenly.

Moore's face froze: "What?"

"You're thinking 'sell news of his death to the media, add a [Death of God] gimmick, maybe you can make a small profit'."

The stragglers imitated Moore's tone, and there was joyful calculation in the tone.

Moore's eyes fluttered.

"I knew...these humans..." The straggler licked his lips, showing a satisfied expression, "Human nature is so boring."

Touching Ying's eyes, he shrugged: "Don't look at me, you are no different."

Mediocre and boring human beings.

Ying could almost hear his voice.

Like back then, he said Zheping was incompetent.

Ying slowly clenched her teeth and pressed her own hand.

The skirmisher, however, sensed the change in her state, and smiled: "So easy to be irritated?"

"It's you." Ying said solemnly.

"How is it possible? As you have seen, I have an alibi. What's more, they are just boring humans, how can I target them?"

The straggler stepped forward and whispered in Ying's ear almost intimately: "Aren't you very capable? Find it yourself."

Ying's pupils shrank suddenly.

He patted her on the shoulder, walked out of the interrogation room, and said a word.

"It's better to worry about yourself first, maybe you haven't realized what color your hair is."

Ying stroked her hair, hurriedly chased after him, and stopped in front of him.

"Are you threatening me?" she said seriously.

"Of course not, I'm just giving you a good advice."

The skirmisher stopped in his tracks and looked at her intently.

"I've accepted the advice," Ying calmed down her inner emotions, and instead smiled at the stragglers, "Then I'll give you a piece of advice too. Before judging others, it's better to judge yourself first."

"Me?" He frowned, "What's wrong with me?"

"I will prove to you that you are the incompetent person."

Ying's eyes were like sharp knives tempered with poison, looking straight at the skirmishers.

The skirmisher watched her for a moment.

"Interesting," he said, "I might take back a little of your judgment."

The two stared at each other for a while, neither admitting defeat.In the end, it was Inspector Norton who came over and interrupted the turmoil in the air.

"There are no clues at all." He rubbed his temples. "We checked all the surveillance cameras on the coast, and found no trace of the murderer coming ashore."

"This shows that he is very familiar with monitoring and can accurately find the dead spots of monitoring." Ying took the conversation.

"We have also checked between the two deceased, and there is no connection." The inspector added.

"Media!" A chaotic voice came, and a police officer ran over in a panic, "Inspector, there are so many media!"

The inspector cursed in a low voice and walked out quickly.

Ying looked at the stragglers.

"I called it." The straggler readily admitted, "This kind of thing has to be a little bigger to have fun."

Ying seemed to think of something: "What if this case is reported and everyone knows that the person with yellow hair will be killed next?"

The skirmisher didn't answer, and seemed to be thinking too.

"Will everyone dye their hair in other colors out of fear? If I'm the only one with yellow hair in the whole city...does the murderer have no choice?"

Ying said briskly.

The straggler was a little uncertain about her intentions, and remained silent.

"Do you know what kind of fun it is?" Ying approached the stragglers.

The skirmisher subconsciously leaned back, trying to avoid her sudden approach: "What?"

Ying pointed to his hair: "You, go and dye your hair yellow."

"Huh???" The skirmisher's expression could be called confused.

"That's right," Ying said with a smile, "Wouldn't it be more fun to see if the murderer came looking for you or me?"

The straggler gave her a blank look, unwilling to talk to her, and left the police station.

Ying stood where she was, but slowly withdrew her smile.

Human beings have a curiosity-seeking psychology. Even if the news spreads, it is impossible to guarantee that everyone will change the color of their hair.

It would be fine if the murderer really wanted to attack her.

Unfortunately, she was really clueless about the killer's next target.

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