Chapter 501 Is this reasonable? (Please vote for this huge chapter)
Is it coming?
Who is ‘it’, some kind of monster? Or some mysterious phenomenon?
This sentence gives people the feeling that something is chasing the deceased.
Combined with the fact that the deceased's soul dissipated unconventionally, He Ao had reason to believe that the deceased was killed by some kind of 'supernatural power'.
This is the first supernatural-related case that Ho Ao has encountered in Ellen City.
He didn't know if it was because he was lucky, or because this kind of extraordinary phenomenon was already very common in Ellen City.
If it is the latter, then this is not good news. Behind the universality of extraordinary phenomena, there must be the support of a large amount of extraordinary energy, and such powerful extraordinary energy is likely to attract some indescribable things.
After all, not long ago, an 'angel' tried to descend to the main world through the Velora.
As the ruins continue to approach, the indescribable things in the ruins that have never been touched by humans also notice the world outside the ruins.
Thinking of this, He Ao shrugged. He could only hope that he was overthinking.
He took a few steps forward, and when he estimated that he had almost disappeared from the sight of the gendarmerie captain, he followed the flow of people and turned into an alley.
This alley is very remote and there are not many people.
He Ao took out his mobile phone and opened the map, roughly estimated his location, then walked deep into the alley, turned a little along the alley, and walked to the side of an old building.
The buildings in the southern part of Ellen City are generally not high, and most of them are six or seven stories high.
The old building in front of him only had six or seven floors.
He Ao walked a few steps and found the drainage pipe of the building. Then he grabbed the drainage pipe and gently used force to lift himself up.
Then he climbed up quickly along the drainage pipe. When he was about to reach the rooftop, he stepped on the rusty security net on the window of the seventh floor resident, jumped, and landed on the rooftop with a somersault.
He took a few steps forward and reached the other side of the old building.
Looking down from here, it happens to be the alley where the 'case' happened.
Although the gendarmerie captain didn't say it, he was actually wary of him. After all, he had just 'killed' Allero.
Although it was an obvious self-defense counterattack, and it was over after Hong Long's 'private chat'.
But this did not prevent the gendarmerie captain from classifying Ho as a dangerous element.
In this state, if He Ao wanted to go directly to see the crime scene, he would be blocked by the gendarmerie captain, so he had no choice but to take a roundabout way.
Now he was standing on the seventh floor, which was actually further away from the crime scene than when he was chatting with the gendarmerie captain just now.
But the view here is obviously better than before. Looking from top to bottom, you can have a clear view of the entire alley.
He Ao briefly activated his super memory and took in all the traces of this alley.
The deceased fell down three or four meters away from the exit. His flesh and blood were blurred, as if he had been shattered by some terrifying force.
The surrounding ground and walls were covered with splatters of blood, and a forensic doctor was squatting on the ground to conduct an autopsy.
He Ao's eyes followed the alley behind the deceased.
The light in the deep alley was very dim. With the help of super memory, He Ao could barely see clearly what was behind it.
Behind the deceased, there were some obvious footprints, but they all belonged to the same person and seemed to be left by the deceased.
Except for the footprints of the deceased, there are no other traces of life in this alley.
Was the deceased being chased by something invisible?
Or did the murderer cleverly cover up his traces?
He Ao withdrew his gaze and straightened up. His movements were very light and almost made no sound.
If you make any noise and attract the attention of the military police below, you'll be in trouble.
But at this moment, his eyes paused.
This rooftop has a relatively short parapet wall. You have to stand in front of the parapet wall and cross the parapet wall with your upper body to see the scene below.
And He Ao was on the side of the parapet at the moment, his gaze staying one or two meters away from him.
There, there was a footprint that was so shallow that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.
The footprints are very new. It seems that a few minutes before He Ao arrived, the owner of this footprint was still standing here, watching the busy military police below.
He Ao walked over, stared at the footprints, and then glanced at the entire rooftop.
On this rooftop, there is only a pair of shallow footprints here, and there are no traces of anyone's movement elsewhere.
This person who once stood here seemed to have disappeared 'suddenly' without leaving any trace.
He Ao raised his head and looked at the sky, thoughtfully.
He turned over from the other side and went downstairs, disappearing into the dark alley.
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The sun is setting in the west, and it is already five o'clock in the afternoon.
He Ao walked very fast, and before he knew it, he had already walked through more than half of the southern part of Ellen City.
Along the way, he saw several places surrounded by police cordons, and in each place there was a dead person who was already bloody.
This extraordinary power that attacks humans is not an accidental phenomenon, but a regional phenomenon that is most likely to occur throughout Nancheng.
Near the crime scenes that followed, He Ao saw the extremely shallow footprints several times.
From a criminal psychology perspective, murderers often return to the crime scene after the incident to appreciate the results of their crime, which gives them a unique sense of accomplishment.
He Ao guessed that the owner of the footprints was most likely related to this series of murders.
Irrelevant bystanders will not stand very close to the crime scene many times, observing the crime scene without leaving any trace, and observing the military police who arrived at the crime scene.
Even if this person is not the murderer, he should know something.
Finding this person should solve some doubts.
Unfortunately, apart from leaving footprints, that person left no trace of his actions.
Leaving a crime scene again, He Ao's figure fell into a dilapidated ramp alley.
He went down the slope and continued towards the places he had not yet explored.
This time, after taking only a few steps, his footsteps stopped.
He looked to the right, where there was an abandoned courtyard with a half-open door.
Through the half-open door, He Ao could see the blood that had not yet dried up and seemed to have been spattered just now.
He frowned, walked over carefully, and then jumped directly from the wall on the side into the courtyard.
There were some dilapidated tents in the yard, and it seemed that homeless people had lived here. Blood splashed from the back room and fell on the door and in the yard.
He jumped over these tents and walked quickly towards the back room.
There were two not-so-clean mattresses in the back room, spread on wooden boards and straw, and next to them was an old oven with the flame out.
Apparently, two homeless people once lived here.
Judging from the unburnt wood in the oven, it seemed that the two wanderers had left not long ago.
At this moment, both sets of mattresses were splattered with blood, and in the corner not far from the mattresses, there was a blurred corpse lying upside down.
Splashes of blood covered the ground.
This corpse does not look like a human being, it looks more like a thin stray dog, but this stray dog is different from a normal dog in that it has a fifth paw sticking out of its belly.
If this dog is not born strange, then it can only prove that this dog has been contaminated by extraordinary power.
He Ao prefers the latter.
It is generally difficult for stray dogs born with problems to live to such an old age.
In other words, this dog is already an extraordinary being in a sense.
Humans, extraordinary animals...
Are there certain criteria for victim selection?
He Ao lowered his head and looked at the ground. The blood stains on the ground were still fresh, proving that the dog had just been killed not long ago.
However, this scene seemed to be different from the scenes of human death that He Ao had seen before. The dog did not seem to be killed instantly, but seemed to resist.
He Ao glanced around with super memory.
This time, he found some messy footprints at the door, which extended all the way to the outside and then suddenly disappeared.
Obviously, these footprints belonged to the same person as the footprints that Ho had seen before.
Moreover, the footprints were very fresh, as if he had just left. He Ao quickly exited the back room, walked to the wall on one side, stepped on the edge of the wall, and climbed directly onto the roof.
The surrounding area was empty, not a single person.
He Ao glanced at a dozen-story tall building next to him, jumped over quickly, then grabbed the security fence and climbed up quickly.
In just a few dozen seconds, he climbed to the top, turned over and jumped onto the rooftop.
Standing at this highest point, he raised his head, turned on his super memory, and looked at the surrounding buildings.
dumb--
Several dark crows flew across the sky and fell into the afterglow of the setting sun.
And He Ao's eyes stayed on a seven-story building not far from the courtyard where he just landed.
There was also a shallow footprint on the rooftop of that small building. Looking down from where the footprint stood, you could just see the courtyard where He Ao was standing.
When He Ao entered the courtyard just now, the man had been standing there, watching him.
The other party seems to have some kind of hidden power, otherwise it is unlikely that He Ao would not be able to detect this spying.
The opponent is an extraordinary person, and he is not weak at all.
He Ao looked back along the rooftop, the power of super memory spread, and countless chaotic shallow thoughts poured into his mind.
These are the thoughts of the people around you.
At the same time, he mobilized his spiritual consciousness in his eyes.
This guy was very confident. Judging from the footprints, he probably left the rooftop when He Ao left the back room.
It only took a few tens of seconds before and after.
In this case, he can't run far.
Under normal circumstances, in these winding alleyways, it would be difficult for the opponent to be discovered as long as he jumps into an alleyway and blends into the crowd.
Moreover, his actions leave no traces, which makes tracking extremely difficult. Coupled with his ability to hide himself, almost no one can track him.
This may also be the source of the other party's confidence.
Indeed, under normal circumstances, ordinary extraordinary beings would not be able to find him even if they knew he was standing there just now.
It's a pity that He Ao has super memory and spiritual consciousness.
Super memory can conduct a large-scale search through instant memory and comparison, and spiritual consciousness can find people with extraordinary energy.
It is equivalent to He Ao's own ultra-accurate large-scale extraordinary search radar. To a certain extent, he can find flaws in even Ye Xing's dual psychological and physical 'invisibility' ability.
As He Ao's gaze spread, more and more information gathered in his mind.
Finally, his eyes stopped on a busy street in the distance.
In the bustling crowd, a man in black clothes mixed in the crowd turned his head and looked in the direction of He Ao if he felt something.
He had some doubts and disbelief. He seemed to be thinking whether he felt wrong, and even had some self-doubt.
Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible for him to be discovered.
But He Ao didn't hesitate. He jumped directly to a shorter building next to him and quickly chased away.
Only then did the man react and rush into the crowd.
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The rising flames burned blazingly in the twilight, and the rich fragrance spread along the streets.
The girl with a high ponytail and an apron skillfully tipped the iron pot, causing the side dishes and snow-white vermicelli in the pot to fly into the sky and then roll into the pot.
Attracted by the strong fragrance, passers-by gathered around one after another.
"Little girl, how do you sell this? Is it food?"
A silver-haired old woman carrying a satchel came over and asked casually.
"Fried rice noodles," the girl with long brown hair showed a smile, and the flames made her cheeks red. She said in fluent Ruodan local language, "a Chinese snack, do you want to try it?"
As she spoke, she poured the fried noodles in the pot into a disposable plastic bowl, inserted a plastic fork into the bowl, and handed it to a middle-aged uncle who had been waiting for a long time.
"How much does a bowl cost?"
the old man asked softly.
"Twenty ruoli for a large bowl, fifteen ruoli for a small bowl."
The girl started to stir-fry a bowl and said with a smile.
Ruoli is the currency unit of the Republic of Jordan, and the exchange rate with the Chinese Turkish dollar is approximately 1.5 Ruoli for 1 Chinese Turkish dollar.
"It's so expensive."
The old man hesitated.
The consumption level of the Republic of Jordan is not high.
"These ingredients and spices are all brought from China, and they are not cheap." The girl smiled, "The taste is absolutely delicious."
When the old man heard this, he still hesitated.
"Girl, is my powder ready?"
A hand with complex tattoos pierced through the crowd and slammed on the panel of the stall. Then a young man with earrings and a shaved head squeezed through the crowd and appeared in front of the stall.
With his appearance, everyone around him dispersed, leaving a vacuum around him.
"just."
The girl poured the fried noodles in the pot into the bowl and handed it over, "Hello, there are twenty in total."
"twenty?"
The young man sneered, "You don't know who I am, do you? I'm covering everyone around here, and you want me to ask for money?"
He stretched out his hand to grab the girl's collar, "Girl, do you have my permission to set up a stall here? Have you paid the protection fee?"
"Sir, twenty per serving."
The girl retracted her hand and took back the fried rice noodles that she passed to her, and avoided the young man's grasping hand.
"If you don't take your good words, you'll get fisted, you stinky bitch."
The young man pressed his hands on the stall and immediately turned over the stall to hit the girl.
The girl glanced at him, put the fried rice noodles in her hand aside, turned around, grabbed his right hand with her right hand, turned her back to the young man, and hit the young man's abdomen with a sharp elbow with her left hand.
The young man who was still roaring loudly lost his voice for a moment, and his expression became distorted due to severe pain.
Then the girl used her right hand to pull forward with force, squatted down half-crouched, threw the young man over her shoulder, and rolled into the smelly ditch nearby.
Then she raised her hand and put the bowl of fried noodles into the cabinet of the stall cart.
The whole movement was smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.
The young man who was thrown into the smelly ditch stood up shakily and wanted to say something, but lost his voice due to the pain. He could only say a few words, and then ran away angrily.
"good!"
The crowd suddenly burst into applause.
The girl who was putting away the fried noodles looked blankly at the customers gathered in front of the stall.
"Well done girl, I've wanted to beat this bastard for a long time."
An uncle took out a hundred dollar bill and slapped it on the table, "Bring me a piece of your fried rice noodles. I want a big one."
"okay."
The girl quickly heated up the oil in the pan.
"Bring me a big bowl, too, and I'll pack it back."
The old man who first asked took out a wad of money from his pocket, counted out twenty yuan and placed it on the girl's booth.
"Okay," the girl kept moving her hands, "I'll fry it for you after I finish frying it."
The flames rose with some smoke.
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The girl was busy until nightfall, then she put away the stall cart and pushed it to the B&B where she was temporarily staying.
There are very few people on the street. Turning through the alley in front, you will find the courtyard of the B&B.
At this moment, several dark figures walked out of the alleyway.
"Boss, it's that bitch."
One of them held his stomach, pointed at the girl, and said loudly.
"Damn it, little girl, you are so awesome."
The leader was a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the girl.
"You are good at fighting, right? It depends on whether your hands are faster or my gun is faster. You, a foreigner like you, will die countless times in an alley like this every day."
The girl stared at the pistol and clenched her hand slightly as she pushed the stall.
She has never dodged a bullet, and she knows very well that ancient martial arts are somewhat out of date with modern weapons.
The scarred man pulled the trigger, "Be careful when you go to heaven."
At this moment, a dark shadow half floating in the air jumped out of the alley.
The black figure glanced at the people blocking the road in front of him, stretched out his hands like a phantom, and grabbed their necks.
Click——
With a series of crisp sounds, these people's heads were turned aside and fell to the ground.
Scarface, who was standing at the front, heard the voice behind him and turned around in confusion.
But before he finished his action, the black shadow behind him grabbed his neck and threw him to the side.
And just as he was thrown out, the black shadow saw the pistol in his hand.
The black shadow reached out and grabbed the pistol, turned around and pointed it behind him.
At this time, the girl discovered that behind the black shadow, there was a young man with a Middle-earth appearance chasing him.
What?
The girl recognized this young man whom she had met once in the morning.
He Ao's speed was extremely fast, so fast that she could hardly catch him.
At this time, the black shadow had pointed the gun at He Ao behind him. He backed away and pulled the trigger.
boom--
The gunshot and the sound of Scarface hitting the wall sounded almost simultaneously.
The sharp bullet streaked through the air and struck He Ao's face.
The girl opened her mouth to remind He Ao, but it was already too late.
He Ao glanced at the flying bullets and stretched out his hand.
boom--
With a muffled sound, the bullet accurately landed on his fingertips, and was caught between his index and middle fingers. Then he flicked his fingers and threw the flying bullet back towards the black shadow.
The speed feels even faster than the bullet flying.
