[Comprehensive] The sea of stars
Chapter 019
After Morgan and the others broke open the door, they raised their guns vigilantly and rushed in.
On the long table covered with delicate checkered tablecloths, several plates of steaming dishes were arranged in a patchwork pattern, and the roasted golden pieces of meat exuded a strong aroma.The precipitated wine, through the elegant goblet, cast a dark red halo on the table.Soothing jazz, brewing just the right atmosphere.
The chairs were neatly pulled out, as if inviting the agents to sit down and enjoy.
Morgan's expression was serious. If the murderer had guessed this action in advance, it would be very difficult for Rhett Anya and the others to save their lives, especially Anya!
The detective who was investigating the situation inside suddenly backed out with a pale face, as if he had seen some terrible picture, and even his pupils were dizzy for a moment.
Morgan immediately raised his gun and ran in. After seeing the picture in front of Hodge, he finally understood why the detectives who had gone through the bloody storm showed such expressions.
The bones belonging to humans were neatly placed on the ground, and the meat on the bones was cut very cleanly.Discarded limbs were also piled up next to it, and the head on it was facing the screen all over the wall. With its eyes open, it looked fascinated by the picture of itself being cut up and made into dishes on the screen.
Thinking of the dishes on the table outside, the ingredients turned out to be... Morgan clenched his fists to his mouth somewhat unacceptably.
bloody!cruel!indifferent!
"The dead man is the murderer of the bombing—Malthus."
"How ridiculous, one moment he thought he was the most powerful person in the world, and the next moment he died in such embarrassment at the hands of others."
After Hodge and Avery spoke a few words, they fell silent. The two team leaders walked out at a steady pace until the agents searched the entire room and found nothing suspected of controlling the bomb. .
"To be able to control so many bombs separately, that thing must have been modified. Maybe it's a remote control with a lot of buttons, or a circuit with many small control panels."
"Yes, but we didn't find any eligible items."
Hodge frowned tightly. He quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed Gordon's number.After waiting for a few seconds, the detectives present seemed to be suffering for centuries.
"Hodge, have you caught anyone?"
When the voice of Gordon's safety came, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Avery's gaze drifted out of the window.Who actually killed Malthus and took the controller?Can find out the identity of Malthus and do so many things before them, is it a gang or an individual?What is the purpose?
Hannibal stopped the car smoothly, remembering the low-quality "sheep" just now, and knocked on the steering wheel a little unhappy.With only a little trick, he was completely confused, and even death was so crazy that he couldn't realize it.Tsk, boring.
He thought for a while, then took out the unattractive controller from his pocket, and slowly slid over the buttons with his bony hands.
As long as one is pressed lightly, a cloud of color will explode, mixed with bright blood.
He smiled casually and tossed the controller aside.The ingredients need to be kept fresh. If the tissue is destroyed in advance, the taste will be less after burning.Moreover, what he enjoys is the process of waiting for the ingredients to ferment to produce the most delicious taste and then cooking them into delicate and delicious dishes.
There is no rush, anyway, he and the "sheep" he likes will meet in a few days.
The black car drove steadily again, and there was soothing jazz music inside, which he liked to use to adjust the atmosphere.
------------------
Scarlet flames sprang up suddenly, and scorching pain swept across his body.
The flames of the explosion exploded, and Anya's consciousness was blurred and precipitated, and finally fell limply on the ground, breathless.
Suddenly, the violent airflow of the explosion suddenly settled in the air, like a flame that had lost oxygen, gradually weakened until it was completely extinguished.
"Ding—the system starts. Confirm that the host is dead, and start activating the true life consciousness—after the activation is complete, the host's true life consciousness will recover by one-third, and the system destruction will be 20.00% five."
Warm white light streamed down from the air and wrapped around Anya's body, and her body that had been blasted to a pulp recovered instantly.
The faint breath echoed softly in the small space.The broken mobile phone cases were scattered all over the place, and there was no smell of Mars from the explosion.
The stone above was moved, the sun poured down, and the figure swayed. The girl who fell to the ground covered in blood was lovingly hugged in her arms and placed on a pure white soft stretcher.
Anya opened her eyes uncomfortably, staring at the pure white ceiling and the drops of medicine dripping down next to her, feeling a little melancholy.In less than three months after entering the game, she has already been admitted to the hospital three times, and the time spent in the hospital almost exceeded the time spent in that home.
Made, counterattack, must counterattack!
The door of the ward was pushed open with a bang.The nurse, who lowered her head and recorded the data, walked to the side of the bed, adjusted the position of the hanger, turned her head, and met a pair of black eyes with infinite gentle and warm light.
"Miss Alex, great, you're awake!"
The nurse didn't realize that her voice softened a few degrees, and she was heartbroken by that gaze unconsciously.But she still called the doctor very professionally, then glanced at the pretty girl on the hospital bed, and withdrew.
"Both the right hand and the right foot were broken due to the severe impact, especially after the right hand barely made some movements, which aggravated the injury. Although the patient did simple emergency treatment himself, the wound was still infected. There was too much blood loss, and Some hypoxia, leaving the patient's body in a very weak state."
As a result, Reid and Xiao Mimei guarded Anya for three days full of guilt (pity).
As soon as Anya woke up, the little fan girl immediately rushed in with tears in her eyes, holding a note with a sentence written in blood.After she crawled out and was carried on a stretcher by the medical staff, she realized that what was written on the small ball of paper was not the weakness of the murderer, but "You are now a hero worthy of praise."
Rhett also followed closely. Seeing that Anya was a little depressed, he still tried to smile at him. He was nervous at first, then encouraged himself to sit on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and gently held those slender cool hands. hands.
Anya, who never expected that the shy little doctor would take the initiative to make such a caring gesture, glanced at him in a daze, seeing his nervous eyes and red ears, she couldn't help laughing.
Rhett also laughed, remembering what Morgan told him, the innocence represented by kissing fingertips, and unconsciously rubbed Anya's soft fingertips.Then the whole person froze nervously.
He was still in a dazed state until the little fan girl who had a mouthful of dog food pushed him aside, and until all of Bau's colleagues rushed to the hospital.
This kind of sweet thought that saving the world is worse than falling in love was finally shattered after Hodge taught him and Anya to shoot.
"Oh, don't be nervous. Hands at eye level, calm down, aim for the bull's-eye, and shoot!"
After Hodge's words fell, two gunshots were fired, and one of the targets erected inside left a solid hole in the outermost ring, while the other... still had no trace.
The next time, Hodge embraced Anya from behind, squeezed Anya's hand tightly, leaned his head together, helped her align her sight, and then shot firmly.
Another failure!
Hodge, don't want to say anything.
He used to think that Rhett was incomprehensible for shooting, but now he realized that Rhett had done a very good job.
How can someone practice for three days without even hitting the target, and the best result is to hit the target that is two positions away from the next door.What does this have to be like!He went into battle in person just now, and he was actually led over!Or did the bullet bend in the air? !
Reid also pulled down his earmuffs in disbelief. He thought that he was already at the bottom of the five war scum, but he didn't expect Anya to create a record that the five war scum and physical waste combined could not achieve.
Anya put down the pistol in embarrassment.She remembers the setting of her useless guns deeply, but how can she explain this to Hodge, who is known as the sharpshooter? It can't be said that her pituitary gland and hands are difficult to coordinate because of gun allergies!
"Uh, it's okay, Anya, I couldn't hit the target before."
Rhett tried his best not to let himself look at the intact target, and he stumbled to finish this sentence of comfort.
Anya: Little doctor, forget it, I understand, there is a big difference between not hitting the target and not hitting the bull's eye qaq
"Anya, I think you should learn fighting skills." This might be safer than a gun, you can't punch and kick, it will all fail!
“good qaq”
Anya, who had endured unbelievable and contemptuous gazes for three days, hugged Rhett, and then left the training room where she had drained the water from the West Lake with tears in her eyes.
When going out, I happened to run into the profilers who were looking for Hochred to be on duty together.
"Anya."
Anya returned a dry smile.Even if she didn't say anything, these people with strong writing skills must know that she was deported. After all, they all watched her training process on the first day.
"Hey, Anya, cheer up. I know a guy who is good at fighting. He has a good relationship with the FBI. He can teach you."
Morgan smiled and put his arm on Anya's shoulder.
Anya looked at this handsome chocolate guy's strong body and agile movements, and couldn't help but picture in his mind an American hunk who trembled as he walked.
"His name is Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter. It's best to move recently. The address of his new home is next to yours, Anya. He's a neighbor."
oh hoo
On the long table covered with delicate checkered tablecloths, several plates of steaming dishes were arranged in a patchwork pattern, and the roasted golden pieces of meat exuded a strong aroma.The precipitated wine, through the elegant goblet, cast a dark red halo on the table.Soothing jazz, brewing just the right atmosphere.
The chairs were neatly pulled out, as if inviting the agents to sit down and enjoy.
Morgan's expression was serious. If the murderer had guessed this action in advance, it would be very difficult for Rhett Anya and the others to save their lives, especially Anya!
The detective who was investigating the situation inside suddenly backed out with a pale face, as if he had seen some terrible picture, and even his pupils were dizzy for a moment.
Morgan immediately raised his gun and ran in. After seeing the picture in front of Hodge, he finally understood why the detectives who had gone through the bloody storm showed such expressions.
The bones belonging to humans were neatly placed on the ground, and the meat on the bones was cut very cleanly.Discarded limbs were also piled up next to it, and the head on it was facing the screen all over the wall. With its eyes open, it looked fascinated by the picture of itself being cut up and made into dishes on the screen.
Thinking of the dishes on the table outside, the ingredients turned out to be... Morgan clenched his fists to his mouth somewhat unacceptably.
bloody!cruel!indifferent!
"The dead man is the murderer of the bombing—Malthus."
"How ridiculous, one moment he thought he was the most powerful person in the world, and the next moment he died in such embarrassment at the hands of others."
After Hodge and Avery spoke a few words, they fell silent. The two team leaders walked out at a steady pace until the agents searched the entire room and found nothing suspected of controlling the bomb. .
"To be able to control so many bombs separately, that thing must have been modified. Maybe it's a remote control with a lot of buttons, or a circuit with many small control panels."
"Yes, but we didn't find any eligible items."
Hodge frowned tightly. He quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed Gordon's number.After waiting for a few seconds, the detectives present seemed to be suffering for centuries.
"Hodge, have you caught anyone?"
When the voice of Gordon's safety came, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Avery's gaze drifted out of the window.Who actually killed Malthus and took the controller?Can find out the identity of Malthus and do so many things before them, is it a gang or an individual?What is the purpose?
Hannibal stopped the car smoothly, remembering the low-quality "sheep" just now, and knocked on the steering wheel a little unhappy.With only a little trick, he was completely confused, and even death was so crazy that he couldn't realize it.Tsk, boring.
He thought for a while, then took out the unattractive controller from his pocket, and slowly slid over the buttons with his bony hands.
As long as one is pressed lightly, a cloud of color will explode, mixed with bright blood.
He smiled casually and tossed the controller aside.The ingredients need to be kept fresh. If the tissue is destroyed in advance, the taste will be less after burning.Moreover, what he enjoys is the process of waiting for the ingredients to ferment to produce the most delicious taste and then cooking them into delicate and delicious dishes.
There is no rush, anyway, he and the "sheep" he likes will meet in a few days.
The black car drove steadily again, and there was soothing jazz music inside, which he liked to use to adjust the atmosphere.
------------------
Scarlet flames sprang up suddenly, and scorching pain swept across his body.
The flames of the explosion exploded, and Anya's consciousness was blurred and precipitated, and finally fell limply on the ground, breathless.
Suddenly, the violent airflow of the explosion suddenly settled in the air, like a flame that had lost oxygen, gradually weakened until it was completely extinguished.
"Ding—the system starts. Confirm that the host is dead, and start activating the true life consciousness—after the activation is complete, the host's true life consciousness will recover by one-third, and the system destruction will be 20.00% five."
Warm white light streamed down from the air and wrapped around Anya's body, and her body that had been blasted to a pulp recovered instantly.
The faint breath echoed softly in the small space.The broken mobile phone cases were scattered all over the place, and there was no smell of Mars from the explosion.
The stone above was moved, the sun poured down, and the figure swayed. The girl who fell to the ground covered in blood was lovingly hugged in her arms and placed on a pure white soft stretcher.
Anya opened her eyes uncomfortably, staring at the pure white ceiling and the drops of medicine dripping down next to her, feeling a little melancholy.In less than three months after entering the game, she has already been admitted to the hospital three times, and the time spent in the hospital almost exceeded the time spent in that home.
Made, counterattack, must counterattack!
The door of the ward was pushed open with a bang.The nurse, who lowered her head and recorded the data, walked to the side of the bed, adjusted the position of the hanger, turned her head, and met a pair of black eyes with infinite gentle and warm light.
"Miss Alex, great, you're awake!"
The nurse didn't realize that her voice softened a few degrees, and she was heartbroken by that gaze unconsciously.But she still called the doctor very professionally, then glanced at the pretty girl on the hospital bed, and withdrew.
"Both the right hand and the right foot were broken due to the severe impact, especially after the right hand barely made some movements, which aggravated the injury. Although the patient did simple emergency treatment himself, the wound was still infected. There was too much blood loss, and Some hypoxia, leaving the patient's body in a very weak state."
As a result, Reid and Xiao Mimei guarded Anya for three days full of guilt (pity).
As soon as Anya woke up, the little fan girl immediately rushed in with tears in her eyes, holding a note with a sentence written in blood.After she crawled out and was carried on a stretcher by the medical staff, she realized that what was written on the small ball of paper was not the weakness of the murderer, but "You are now a hero worthy of praise."
Rhett also followed closely. Seeing that Anya was a little depressed, he still tried to smile at him. He was nervous at first, then encouraged himself to sit on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and gently held those slender cool hands. hands.
Anya, who never expected that the shy little doctor would take the initiative to make such a caring gesture, glanced at him in a daze, seeing his nervous eyes and red ears, she couldn't help laughing.
Rhett also laughed, remembering what Morgan told him, the innocence represented by kissing fingertips, and unconsciously rubbed Anya's soft fingertips.Then the whole person froze nervously.
He was still in a dazed state until the little fan girl who had a mouthful of dog food pushed him aside, and until all of Bau's colleagues rushed to the hospital.
This kind of sweet thought that saving the world is worse than falling in love was finally shattered after Hodge taught him and Anya to shoot.
"Oh, don't be nervous. Hands at eye level, calm down, aim for the bull's-eye, and shoot!"
After Hodge's words fell, two gunshots were fired, and one of the targets erected inside left a solid hole in the outermost ring, while the other... still had no trace.
The next time, Hodge embraced Anya from behind, squeezed Anya's hand tightly, leaned his head together, helped her align her sight, and then shot firmly.
Another failure!
Hodge, don't want to say anything.
He used to think that Rhett was incomprehensible for shooting, but now he realized that Rhett had done a very good job.
How can someone practice for three days without even hitting the target, and the best result is to hit the target that is two positions away from the next door.What does this have to be like!He went into battle in person just now, and he was actually led over!Or did the bullet bend in the air? !
Reid also pulled down his earmuffs in disbelief. He thought that he was already at the bottom of the five war scum, but he didn't expect Anya to create a record that the five war scum and physical waste combined could not achieve.
Anya put down the pistol in embarrassment.She remembers the setting of her useless guns deeply, but how can she explain this to Hodge, who is known as the sharpshooter? It can't be said that her pituitary gland and hands are difficult to coordinate because of gun allergies!
"Uh, it's okay, Anya, I couldn't hit the target before."
Rhett tried his best not to let himself look at the intact target, and he stumbled to finish this sentence of comfort.
Anya: Little doctor, forget it, I understand, there is a big difference between not hitting the target and not hitting the bull's eye qaq
"Anya, I think you should learn fighting skills." This might be safer than a gun, you can't punch and kick, it will all fail!
“good qaq”
Anya, who had endured unbelievable and contemptuous gazes for three days, hugged Rhett, and then left the training room where she had drained the water from the West Lake with tears in her eyes.
When going out, I happened to run into the profilers who were looking for Hochred to be on duty together.
"Anya."
Anya returned a dry smile.Even if she didn't say anything, these people with strong writing skills must know that she was deported. After all, they all watched her training process on the first day.
"Hey, Anya, cheer up. I know a guy who is good at fighting. He has a good relationship with the FBI. He can teach you."
Morgan smiled and put his arm on Anya's shoulder.
Anya looked at this handsome chocolate guy's strong body and agile movements, and couldn't help but picture in his mind an American hunk who trembled as he walked.
"His name is Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter. It's best to move recently. The address of his new home is next to yours, Anya. He's a neighbor."
oh hoo
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