Chapter 33: The big case is unsolved, the small case is re-emerging, and the per capita heart stalker
Five days later.
In a coffee room car of the Utopia Government, the crew of the Fellowship Branch, Hui Ta met Jackal. Different from his former image of a gentle and elegant professor, he was now unshaven, and he also had other things that were not suitable for a source of power. Too Possible has dark circles under his eyes and is holding a list, a list, and a list.
Just as he sat down to check the list, Huita cautiously tiptoed towards the door of the coffee shop carriage with movements unbecoming of a Shad.
"Brother Oberonhoff, where are you going?"
The jackal raised his head, and his eyes had a faint green light that would erupt from a werewolf who was cornered.
Huita swallowed: "I went out to smoke, what happened? Brother, do you have something to ask me?"
In the entire coffee room, the human voice disappeared. Ron, Wilkie, Shad, and even the Roots all pricked up their ears.
The air felt like a pause button had been pressed for a moment.
"Come and have a cup of mushroom tea, I'll treat you."
Jackal grinned and pointed to the seat opposite. Huita had to sit down with a nervous look on his face.
After sitting down, Jackal made a point:
"The recent Mind Flayer copying case has once again taken away the 'hearts' of newspaper reporters. It has been in the headlines for three consecutive days. I remember that before you came to the Special Bureau, you had a relationship with a civilian named Curse Blade who had won the Special Contribution Award. Someone has conducted an investigation into the mind flayers, and I wonder if you can contribute some information to help me sort out my clues."
"This..." Gray Tower Bear's ears were about to sweat, "...I, I think it must be because of several imitators. As you know, the real Mind Flayer..."
He clicked the shell and licked the corner of his mouth: "...The real mind flayer should be in a state of control now. It is common to randomly select targets or go into madness to target a target. For example, a few years ago we dealt with a The Ripper story, it continuously targets women."
"yes."
Jackal's expression is not very good, but he has a feeling that "it's okay to say this".
The train suddenly jolted and a list of names fell down.
Some names and records are written in black font on the list:
‘Mayev, 37 years old, first-degree murder, child abuse, robbery and illegal imprisonment. Handling suggestions: Transfer to the third-level court compartment of the Utopia authorities headquarters.’
‘Loon Pedribinski, six counts of second-degree murder, train sabotage. Recommendation for handling: Transfer to the psychiatric clinic carriage again.’
‘…’
Next to the record is written in red and bloody colors:
‘The prisoner was killed and his heart was ripped out’
…………
"again!"
Two hunters were wearing the black lieutenant uniforms of the Special Investigation Bureau. One of them was holding a list in his hand and looking at a corpse in the temporary cell that had its heart removed. The other was looking at the chest that had been opened, like It's like looking at a work of art.
He asked: "Dear brother, who is this dead? Who is this dead? His face was peeled off."
The person who looked at the list didn’t even look up: “It’s Bochilya Svenkin Vasiltsov.”
"Who is it? I just transferred him here three days ago. What did this person do?"
"It's called Baby-Eater Swenkin."
"How disgusting, what a good death..." the Special Investigation Bureau hunter who asked the question said bluntly.
Another person glanced at him with a rather reproachful tone:
"Brother, you can't say that. It only increases the arrogance of the Mind Flayer. No one will feel good if the authorities blame it. Besides, as a source of power, you must be aware of your shame. What's the point of admiring the enemy?"
He coughed: "If you want to admire me, we have to wait until we go to the bar car to have a drink together after get off work to talk."
Now the special investigation team of the Special Bureau is working hard to trace the clues of the Mind Flayer imitator, but it is not this Mind Flayer. This Mind Flayer was initially judged to be 'harmless to the Bureau' and 'possible' based on internal intelligence.
It takes more than ten teams to kill them. When the two are combined, it becomes "the authorities are in a hurry", "the special investigation bureau is in a hurry", and "the special investigation team feels that they cannot be in a hurry, otherwise they will
A state of affairs in which people are in a hurry to die.
"How about now? Just tell me to go out and investigate..."
"Dear fellow colleagues, aren't we going to go out to investigate now?" Mr. Stitch with sled dog ears, a member of the special team, put away the list and said to the petite figure walking by and opening the cell, "Gr.
Wen, do you want to go together? After completing this investigation."
…………
Gwen turned around and said with a warm smile: "If you can hide it from the jackal..."
The two Ron's dog ears suddenly drooped down.
Although Jackal has always been a very gentle and gentle professor, the sudden increase in workload in the past two days has made him angry, and he has also become much stricter about the management of the members in the group.
"The pressure from above is tighter... There's nothing we can do about it. More than ten criminals have died every day in the past three days..." Ron En, who looked more mature, said, "...but the Mind Flayer is really not picky.
Ah, whether they are passing by our station or just stopping at a small station to replenish supplies, as long as there are prisoners of this type, they will mercilessly dig into their hearts."
Another young man, who was obviously young and had ears that were more like Doberman pinschers, yawned: "...There are some pretty powerful Source Envoys. Brother Gwen, you are really at a loss to be our assistant at this time."
Gwen knelt on one knee on the ground, next to the corpse, and stretched out her hand towards a group of decayed spirits.
"Is it a loss?"
He asked back, his tone soft.
"Every spirit body must be 'purified' by you and sent to the source of power. It is still such a disgusting spirit body." Du Bin... In short, the name is also long, so Gwen had to choose a name for it.
The young man with the number had a look of disgust on his face.
"I don't mind it at all."
Gwen gently hugged the corrupted spirit body and turned around.
The warm smile of the sun was in sharp contrast to the black amorphous spirit with tentacles like black mucus. The filthy shadow spirit even seemed to be touching his snow-white cheeks with its tentacles.
It has a certain kind of beauty that is neither androgynous nor masculine, profane and pure.
Dupin's eyes remained on Gwen's face.
The mature middle-aged Ron En next to him coughed lightly, and then he twitched his dog ears cleverly, put his hands in his pockets, and said with a straight face: "Then does this disgusting spirit have any last words for the murderer?"
Memory'? Are there any useful clues?"
Gwen used the warmth hidden in her body to melt the spirit body, turned her head, and used her perspective to block her burning eyes.
The world reflected in the burning eyes is complete and continuous, the last thing seen by the eyes of the dead:
[…A near-elf with a handsome appearance and a fire in one eye, who could not be identified as male or female, walked towards me with a lightsaber in hand. 】
Gwen completely dissolved the spirit body, erasing all clues to the extent that even the 'psychic dead' could not retrieve it.
The flames in his single eyes disappeared, and there were some beads of sweat on his skin that was rendered by the warm temperature.
He turned around and sighed slightly weakly: "No, the murderer dealt with it very cleanly."
"The memories you saw... Well, they are really disgusting. Are you okay?" Dupin took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over, "Those disgusting memories must be very uncomfortable? Wipe your sweat."
Gwen smiled, then her eyes widened a little.
Du Bin was stunned for a moment and looked down.
The handkerchief is actually pink, and has a cute plush white bear dog seal printed on it, as well as dog paw prints.
"Thank you." Gwen took the handkerchief calmly.
"..." Du Bin blushed and rolled his eyes, "My brother..."
But before he could finish speaking, the door suddenly opened.
The Jackal appeared behind the door with a gloomier smile than he had five days ago.
Doberman and Stitches immediately subconsciously stood up straight.
Gwen lowered her eyes, turned her head, and dismissed the remnants of the spirit body that had been sent into the source of her power by her warm embrace.
"Gwen, there is a suspected victim of the mind flayer's story in the truth machine carriage. Come with me now."
He tilted his head and finally comforted him in a gentle and gentle tone:
"Stitches, you take two people to the No. 3 agency compartment to apply for 'use of lethal means'. We may have caught traces of Guaitan or one of the copycats. The truth agency responded very quickly and closed the door the moment the deceased was found.
Isolation hatch. With any luck, we'll be cleared to use lethal force within five minutes of our arrival."
Stitches nodded and patted Doberman gently: "Let's go now."
The jackal made way for them to pass first, and then said to Gwen:
"Let's go, I applied for a publicly funded motorcycle."
