Colin didn't know how long he stood there, but when he came to his senses, he immediately recognized the person lying on the ground.
"Mr. Detective, are you kidding?"
Hesitating, Colin didn't know whether to go or leave, and his mind was occupied by great doubts and fears.
A policeman who seemed very reliable, a policeman who said he wanted to protect himself, just left for a few hours, and then met again, and they were separated forever?
What happened in the middle?
Who is the murderer?
Worried and confused, he looked intently. When his eyes touched the bloody mark on the detective's wrist, Colin's heart trembled.
"It's an alley again, it's my left wrist again, it's still under the apartment building where my home is! Is it the same murderer?"
There seemed to be some eerie cold air blowing on his back. Colin looked at the body, and his chaotic thoughts gradually recovered. Finally, he gritted his teeth and wanted to take out his mobile phone to call the police, but nothing came up. Then he remembered that something
He left it at home to recharge.
So, Colin bent slightly towards the detective's body, saluted, and whispered: "Officer, no matter why you died, I hope you can... I don't know if there is an underworld or a heaven in this world." He
Thinking of the cross at home, "Anyway, I hope you can go to a place where you can sleep peacefully, and bless me by the way."
A faint shadow floated up from Detective Jameson's body, gradually solidifying in mid-air, and finally transformed into what he looked like before he was alive, even wearing clothes.
"He told me, and he also showed his police ID," Colin first looked at the body, then pointed at the red-haired girl who was crying, "Isn't this lady your colleague? The deceased came here with her.
. I saw this young lady appear at the scene with you, and I thought you were together." He narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively: "Is there any problem with the identity of the deceased?"
The cold, cool breath flowed behind him, and gray, black, and purple smoke seemed to seep out from the void, swirling behind him, mixing, stirring, and finally turning into a whirlpool!
Cold air drifts and Yin energy grows.
A little light flickered, and a dim, weak, tiny star appeared in the dark starry sky.
It seems that the identities of Detective Jameson and Miss Moran are not as simple as they say!
Colin thought about it, and then thought about the two people's initial reluctance to take him to the police station.
The police arrived very quickly, and both ends of the narrow alley were immediately blocked.
She knelt down in front of the corpse and howled, her tears were like broken pearls, and her voice was hoarse from crying.
"soul?"
"Mr. Varlan, please explain the matter as clearly as possible. This is very important to you, because as far as I know, this is the second police call you have made in three days, and they are both related to murder!"
As an eyewitness and the first person found at the crime scene, Colin was naturally found immediately. And because of the two sightings, he was obviously classified as a major suspect. The policeman who came to interrogate claimed to be a
Senior detective and warned him repeatedly.
Beyond the blue planet, in the boundless starry sky.
He said these words in Chinese, so he was not afraid of anyone around him listening.
…
But the moment he finished speaking, Colin's five senses suddenly shook!
Buzz!
There was a buzzing sound again, but this time it was stronger and more violent, as if something was exploding in his mind!
He covered his head and cried out in pain.
"Is there any problem inside? If they are really from the authorities, why are they not willing to take me to the police station?"
He looked at Jameson's body and thought to himself: "You said you were here to protect me, but you died at the hands of the murderer first. That's not good! Why should I say 'first'? This is so unlucky!"
Sudden!
"Yes, I know him, but not for long. Just a few hours ago, he knocked on my door and said he was the police detective on Ruther Street."
There seem to be more obscure ripples.
Colin shook his head secretly, feeling pity, and then he noticed the busy police officers and staff around him. At a glance, there were at least a dozen or twenty of them, and it was said that the chief of Ruther Street was among them.
Looking around in panic, he saw no one around him, but Colin was filled with doubts. He looked at the body and thought of the murderer who might be watching, so he no longer hesitated and left quickly, ran upstairs and took the gun.
With a cell phone that had two battery charges, I dialed 117 in an unfamiliar manner.
"Hallucinations? Visual hallucinations? Are the symptoms really caused by the heavy industrial site? Am I being tricked? Or am I overly frightened?"
"Are the deceased and this lady from the same department? Okay, I understand, don't ask any more questions." The senior detective saw the red-haired woman and immediately closed his mouth, then said: "That's all for now.
, stay here, don’t leave, don’t walk around randomly, you may need to go to the police station for further questioning later.”
"Wrong, the modus operandi is completely different."
Colin covered his head and bent down. When he came to his senses, the whirlpool behind him and the shadow in front of him had disappeared.
"The reason why I didn't call the police immediately was because my mobile phone was out of battery and I left it charging at home. I came down because I was hungry and came to get something to eat.
Among the shining stars, some exude a distinctive halo, and obscure and strange power lingers around these stars, turning into ripples and spreading towards endless time and space.
He answered the questions asked by the senior detective honestly and in detail. From time to time, his eyes fell on the scene surrounded by police cordons, and he saw Miss Devlyn Moran crying very sadly.
"Colin Varland, you are indeed..."
As the figure solidified, the severe pain in Colin's mind gradually receded, and he looked at the translucent figure that was no different from the corpse on the ground with a look of surprise.
Xuying's face was a little confused at first, and his eyes covered in pitch black seemed to have seen Colin, so he showed an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"I understand." Colin's heart sank.
He couldn't help but sigh. After all, it involved public officials and it was a serial murder. The battle was really big. But this was not good news for him.
Before he finished speaking, he was pulled by a strong suction force and deformed, like a stretched rubber band, and fell straight into the vortex behind Colin.
"No problem, I can go with you now. I am very willing to go to the police station." Colin was very cooperative. He wanted to stay at the police station overnight so that he could feel safe, but at the same time he was also aware of the problem.
"You said he was a detective from Ruther Street?"
At this time, the detective who was questioning him and taking notes raised his head and looked at Colin: "Why do you say that?"
How pitiful...
"...Yes, he was lying there when I came. I didn't get close or damage the scene. Instead, I returned and the apartment called the police."
Buzz!
It's buzzing again!
"Hello, hello, I want to report a crime..."
"There have been many cases like this recently." The detective sighed, "The methods of death are similar. Although this... Detective Jameson has a different identity, his method of death is the same as the others, so the cases will probably be handled together.
The murderer is not easy to find. He has been committing crimes for a long time. Moreover, this case no longer belongs to the police system of Bursonburg..." Suddenly, he came back to his senses and looked at Colin warily, "This is all internal information.
, please don’t say it casually.”
Seeing the detective who was questioning put away the small book for recording and was about to leave, he couldn't help but ask: "How will this case be handled? I mean, will the murderer be found soon?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Colin's ear.
"What's different?" Colin asked subconsciously, but the next second, his face turned pale as paper. He recognized the owner of this voice and was familiar with it because he had only heard it a few hours ago!
Feeling the cold air behind him, he slowly turned his stiff neck, and his sight was Detective Jameson's face.
This face was very close to him, almost transparent, and exuded a slight chill.