In the office of the Special Investigation Bureau and Special Investigation Team, Wan Qi looked at Ma Xiaoling and pieced together the 9 human skin patterns.
"This picture is getting weirder and weirder. It seems that there are still two more to go, and they are still the two most critical ones!"
While smoking a cigarette, Wan Qi's fingers gently drew on the table, and this time his drawings were not any meaningless circles.
You can see a little bit of spiritual light falling from his fingertips, converging on the table to form a pattern similar to those coming out of the left side of the human skin.
But every time he wanted to fill those two vacancies, his hands stopped.
The two core pictures were so crucial. Wan Qi knew very well that if he drew the wrong picture, it would very likely lead to the entire case being thrown astray.
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However, every piece of human skin represents dozens or hundreds of human lives.
Although those who died were all from the Oriental Kingdom, Wan Qi did not have any good feelings towards the people there.
However, after serving as the team leader of the Special Investigation Bureau for so many years, Wan Qi also understands that human life is at stake.
Any life that survives in this world has its own meaning in coming to this world.
Just to get a piece of skin and use it as a small vehicle, he was killed so cruelly.
Wan Qi couldn't tolerate this kind of thing continuing to happen in Japan.
After all, the supernatural incidents in the Oriental Kingdom are all handled by the branch that is nominally stimulated and under the jurisdiction of the Special Investigation Bureau.
If even a case like this cannot be handled well, the reputation of the Special Investigation Bureau will definitely be ruined and it will become the laughing stock of the supernatural circles in Western countries.
"Ma Xiaoling, do you have any ideas?"
After looking at the pictures, Ma Xiaoling stood aside and drank quietly with a glass of water.
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Wan Qi stopped what he was doing, looked at her and asked for her opinion.
"Like you, the team leader, I really don't see what these human skin puzzles represent.
But should we contact you about this weird phenomenon where the souls of the deceased have all disappeared in all the places where those cases occurred?"
After wiping the water stains on the corners of her lips, Ma Xiaoling picked up a pack of melon seeds from her workstation and sipped them as she spoke.
Watching Ma Xiaoling's movements, Wan Qi frowned slightly, but his attention was still attracted by Ma Xiaoling's words.
This girl is right. After taking away the human skin, why would she also take away the soul?
Could it be said that those souls have no effect on the other party? But with so many souls, what use does that guy have in taking them?
A name flashed through Wan Qi's mind, making him frown.
"Zhang Yuanming? Could it be him? Could it be that this guy went to Dongyang?"
The reason why Wan Qi did not participate in the case of Toyo Kingdom, but asked Yuanji and Tanako to go, was to prevent Zhang Yuanming's departure from being a smoke bomb.
I'm afraid that if I go to Japan, once Zhang Yuanming's guy comes, there won't be anyone in the Special Investigation Bureau who can resist him.
After all, the mole in the Special Investigation Bureau has not been found yet, although the Special Investigation Bureau has always been caught in the gap between space.
However, for Zhang Yuanming, it is not difficult to find the specific location with the help of the insider.
Late at night, Danako suddenly opened her eyes. The room she was in at this time was arranged by Tamamo Mae and used by the Onmyoji Association to entertain guests.
Opening up the quilt, a white cherry blossom kimono had been put on Danako at some point.
The seven cherry blossoms glowed with a strange luster on the kimono, and soon Dananzi's whole body was enveloped in a layer of strange fluctuations.
Gently opening her door, Danako walked out of the house cautiously.
After noticing that no one was around, he trotted towards the outside of the Onmyoji Association like a thief.
"I knew there was a problem a long time ago! He also said that he didn't recognize the pictures and texts, if I hadn't asked Tamamo Mae in private.
Those pictures and texts are the secret words of the Huaiao clan, and you really fooled them!"
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Not long after Danako left, the door of another room was gently pushed open.
Motoji, wearing a cassock, held a compass in his hand, facing the direction where Tanako disappeared, and gently shook his head.
Enveloped by the light of the seven cherry blossoms, Danako was now invisible in the eyes of ordinary people.
He saw that she had not taken a few steps, and with a burst of cherry blossoms falling from her kimono, Danako's figure disappeared in an instant.
"This piece of tattered clothes actually has this ability! I should have studied it carefully if I had known at that time!
Former deputy team leader Tamamo, do you know where Hua Laiao’s old house is?”
Yuan Si, who had been hiding in the corner, gritted his teeth in hatred after seeing this scene.
He turned to look at Tamamo Mae next to him and asked.
"Hmm? Team Leader Motoji, how did you know that Tanako was going to the old house?
I don’t even understand the secret language of the Huaiao clan!”
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After hearing Motoji's inquiry, Tamamozen looked at Motoji with a puzzled expression. He still couldn't figure out how the monk knew Tanako's destination.
"Hmph! It's very simple. Danaiko herself said that in the previous picture, it was the other party who provoked!
And now that she is so confident and leaving without saying goodbye, it is obvious that she is going to a place she is very familiar with!
There are probably not many places in Japan that Tanako is very familiar with now!
If nothing else, it’s only their old house, and it’s obvious that the other party will leave such a note, so it’s certain that Danai will go to the appointment alone!”
Motoji fiddled with the compass in his hand and spoke to Tamamo Mae in an understatement, giving his own guess.