Do you want to eat Amway? [Comprehensive British and American]

"Ugh...!" When Carl put his hand on Vic's forehead, the young man let out a scream of discomfort, his expression twisted in pain.

"Is the reaction so violent?" Carl was startled, and cautiously withdrew his hand. He looked around guiltily, and decided to use his consciousness to quietly close the door of the custody room to prevent the cubs from peeking.

"What are you... What are you doing to me?" Even though his expression was distorted, Vic still suppressed his discomfort and asked intermittently.

"My innate ability is the power of death. It is said that this ability can control the soul, so I plan to try it now." Karl said as a bachelor, "Sorry, I am not very proficient in using it for the first time."

Uncle Abel is in charge of the case, so he will never let the murderer go, but Karl is not confident that Vic will not tell the abnormalities of the cubs, so he has to die as a living horse doctor, trying to see what he has never done before. This ability has been used.If this still doesn't work...

Carl lowered his eyes, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

He taught the cubs not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but he never said that they couldn't kill a criminal serial killer.

Karl pressed his hand on Vic's forehead again, and used his ability jerky - some faint, misty green mist that only he could see appeared from the air, surrounding Vic Garcia, circling He circles slowly.

Vic's expression immediately changed from pain to sluggish, his face was as pale as death, his breathing became inaudible, he collapsed limply on the ground, and his pupils began to dilate.At this moment, the man is like a fresh corpse. In the scene that only Karl can see, the soul of the young man begins to become less firm, but swings from side to side like a candle blown by the wind. There was a faint shaking in his body, being pulled out by the surrounding green mist.

"This is really strange." Carl couldn't help saying, when he started to use his abilities, some inexplicable perceptions appeared in his heart, those were the specific ways to use the power of death.

He can use the fog of death to tear the souls of one or more people out of the body, he can use the fire of death to burn and destroy the souls of people, and he can use the hands of death to suppress the souls of people into various forms he needs, The seal of death can be used to make the soul a subordinate driven by him... These methods of use are collectively called the power of death.

Although it is the best way for Vic to accept the mark of death and his soul become his servant, Karl does not want to waste this precious opportunity on a murderer.Maybe he can experiment with all kinds of things that "Hand of Death" can do to see if he can erase those memories?

Soul and memory have always been mysterious things. Karl felt that it was a foresight for him to choose Hela when he chose abilities.

Karl began to use his ability clumsily, and the green mist surrounding Vic Garcia gradually thickened, condensing into a vague hand, pressing down, Vic's soul body suddenly bounced, and the upper body Get out of your body.

He shook his head before waking up. Seeing his body lying on the ground and the upper half of his soul that had escaped, his expression became horrified, and he looked at Carl in fear: "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Don't mind, this is just an experiment, you don't feel any pain, right?" Carl said soothingly, but his attention was focused on the body of the young man lying in front of him.Carl stared intently, tentatively squeezing with the transformed hand.

He seems to have found a place to modify memory, but Karl is still very unfamiliar, he confuses destroying souls with memory modification, and can't tell the specifics.This made him dare not act rashly, and cautiously and patiently discerned.

Suddenly, there was a "click" turning sound from the door lock in the front hall, and the tinkling sound of key chains colliding together was the sound of the door being pushed open.

"Vic! What are you doing, why are there bloody clothes at the door!" The middle-aged man with a thick voice asked in a low voice as soon as he entered the door, very unhappy.

From the voice, one can guess that he is a grumpy person, and the coldness in the voice makes people shiver.The half of Vik's soul floating in the air trembled subconsciously, bit his lip, and the panic in his eyes flashed, and then turned into coldness and resentment.

Karl also panicked, subconsciously turned around.

Oops, it's Vic's dad, Brooke, who's back!

The bloody clothes at the door, as well as the messy weapons and things in the living room were all placed by Vic. This kid was setting up the next murder scene, but three cubs came to the door before finishing the arrangement...

What should we do now?

I can't let Brook see the current situation. A well-informed Vic is already a headache. The cubs have all returned to the care room, but Carl is still here!How to clear Vic's memory, escape and prevent Brook's next action at the same time?

"..." Carl was silent, and quickly thought of a solution that didn't work.

After half an hour.

Able and his police officers received an FBI special agent who flew over-a whole behavioral analysis team.At this time, the police station's investigation of those suspects had almost been completed. The middle-aged man named Gordon and another young man named Reid picked out the special Garcia family from the remaining information at a glance.

A group of people prepared to set off without stopping to check the situation of Garcia's house, which made Abel, who was pretending to be stupid, very anxious.He couldn't get in touch with his nephew no matter what, and he cut off the communication with him. He was anxious and had no reason to stop him, so he could only take a few police officers and a few people from the FBI team over there in anxiety.

"Something's wrong." The black guy named Morgan stared, stopped Abel and several police officers who were about to get out of the car, "The door is open, but the light is not on."

Their car seemed to be parked casually on the side of the road, but from this angle, they could clearly see the door of Garcia's house. The car Gordon was in was nowhere to be seen. Based on his own experience, Abel guessed that they should have gone around the backyard. Went to reconnaissance.

"Could they have escaped with a guilty conscience?" A police officer sitting in the back guessed aloud, the muscles on his shoulders were tense, and one hand was already on the gun at his waist. His eyes turned to Chief Abel.

Abel shook his head, smiled wryly and turned the same gaze to Mr. Morgan.

——Since the people sent by the FBI arrived, the command power is no longer in his hands, and the local police have full power to cooperate with them.

"What's the matter?" Morgan's expression didn't change, as if he was familiar with this process, he directly pressed the phone to the external mode, and asked over there.

"Fresh shoe prints. Someone turned in from here. It didn't take long. The lock on the back door was broken, and the door was open. There was a faint sound, and someone inside hadn't left yet." A male voice spoke quickly. A little anxious, he first reported what he observed, and then prepared to say something.The other end of the phone was replaced by another more calm and mature voice, "Prepare to rush in, something is not right."

"Understood." Abel thought he was giving him an order, took a deep breath, raised his eyes and was about to let several big men under him follow him, but the front door opened first.

The black boy moved more swiftly than anyone else. He approached the door, raised his gun and laughed in a low voice: "There is no door for me to kick today, and my legs are still a little unaccustomed."

After making a joke, he calmed down and became serious. He raised his gun and stood sideways by the door, letting the shadows of the bushes cover him. Then he turned around and saw that the policemen who followed were also in their positions, and then suddenly pushed away. door, rushed in first.

There were chaotic and light footsteps from the front and back doors at the same time, and the police officers and FBI who got out of the two cars raised their guns and aimed at the living room and several closed doors.

This is--!

Abel glanced around in shock.

Bloody clothes, rope, tape and bullets scattered on the floor, and a gun, this living room is like a stronghold for the murderer to hide, they have found the right place!

But what frightened him the most was that on the couch in the living room, there were two unconscious people who were tightly bound by ropes.One is a strange middle-aged man, and the other is his nephew Karl!

"Don't come here!" The third person - a young man stood in front of the couch and seemed to be about to do something to the two hostages, but was startled by the sudden situation and turned his head for a moment, only now came back to his senses.He subconsciously grabbed Carl and warned the surrounding policemen.

The brown-haired young man lowered his head, lost consciousness, and was limply held in front of him by the gangsters, not knowing his current situation at all.

No matter how good-natured Abel was, he couldn't help being angry and powerless after experiencing this series of thrilling encounters.

Why did all the dangerous things happen to Karl? !

The last time the hostage was Karl, the last time the hostage was Karl, he just wanted to let the only remaining relative live in safety and health, why so many incidents had to be against him?There are also children whose life and death are uncertain...how is it now?

"..." Karl looked over the shoulders of the police officers surrounding him, and keenly noticed the anxiety and anger on Uncle Abel's face. The old police officer seemed to blame himself very much, and his attention was all on being grabbed by Karl on his chest. The brunette youth in front of him.

Carl froze before realizing he had made a mistake.

He immediately let go of Calwood's body, motioned for himself to raise his hands harmlessly, and said in a stiff tone to the surrounding policemen with a resignation: "Wait... Now that you guys have found out, I am willing to admit my crime, but You have to put this bastard on trial."

Carl pointed to Brooke Garcia, who was unconscious on the sofa.

"What did he do?" Gordon asked impassively.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" Carl didn't know what happened to Vic, so he paraphrased what Vic had said, in the same indifferent and self-deprecating tone.

He lowered his head and glanced at his collar, showing an unnatural expression.

...In desperation, Carl did find a way to "don't let Brook get in the way, I have a suitable reason to be here, and at the same time delay the time to change Vic's memory."

That is to control Vic's soul, force him into Carl's body, and knock the brunette youth unconscious.Carl's soul naturally entered Vic's body, and he used his identity to overcome the current difficulties first, and then slowly modify Vic's memory.

Although Karl's power of death can allow him to completely control Vic's soul and not become a demon after waking up, there is nothing to worry about, but...

Carl's expression was weird and awkward, and he stood in an unnatural way.

He really doesn't want to taste the taste of this thing...

Uncle Abel, hurry up and finish investigating the case!He wants to change back immediately! !