Chapter 481 Mysterious White Paper

After hearing Mo Qiong's explanation, Mr. Gou burst into laughter.

This is a photo taken of Mo Qiong in his early years when he was just able to pretend to be a bird and learn to fly.

For such clues, the Blue and White Society will not let go. There are a lot of similar strange phenomena and unusual news in the Intelligence Department.

Peripheral personnel and club members often investigated these incidents openly and secretly. The Blue and White Club carefully investigated the Sanqingshan Dapeng incident at that time, and no one was lying. They had indeed seen it.

And after searching for so many years, not even a hair has been found. Unlike some incidents, it can be quickly discovered that it is a prank or a natural phenomenon.

Therefore, this file has been mentioned again and again, and there is no reasonable explanation from the agency. The matter will not be given up to investigate.

"Well, it turned out to be you. The case was solved. The case was solved."

Master Gou asked about the whole story and found out that Mo Qiong used his power to fly when he was chasing human traffickers, so he went to the shelter building to close the unusual case.

As for the confidentiality level of the answer, it is directly gamma level because it involves a secret weapon.

Gou Ye asked some more about Mo Qiong's earlier years and learned that the treasure where the nightmare wood carving was was found by Mo Qiong specifically for money. He couldn't help but sigh: "You have great abilities. Come on, take a look." This information.”

Mo Qiong received the information and learned about a mysterious case that happened more than half a year ago. It was also the last incident that Master Gou handled before becoming his partner.

In the suburbs of San Francisco, fingers were found in a beer keg in a small town bar, so the police tracked them down and found body tissues nearby one after another.

In the end, it took two days and two nights to find all the flesh, blood and bones of a person in an area of ​​fifteen kilometers.

That person was broken into two thousand parts, each part weighing the same!

The body parts were found in various places within a radius of fifteen kilometers, including on the road, in trash cans, on the grass, in potted plants, hanging on tree branches, on school curtains, and on church crosses...

Hundreds of them were found in people's homes in small towns, in refrigerators, under beds, in drawers, in books... and even in pockets of people's clothes.

Mo Qiong exhaled and said: "This is too weird, it should be a containment object. If the murderer can break a person into two thousand parts, each part is still 37.5 grams, this is already extremely difficult, let alone each part." How troublesome is it to have one copy hidden in different places, even in other people’s homes or even on their bodies?”

Gou Ye lit up the cigarette and said: "I checked the identity of the deceased. This person was a major drug lord in San Francisco. However, I checked all the beneficiaries after his death, and there was no problem. The person who killed him did not get any information from him at all. to gain any benefit from his death."

"Maybe to help a friend?" Mo Qiong said.

"The scope is too big, involving tens of thousands of people. If you include the people who were harmed because of his selling ice, it will involve hundreds of thousands of people! It is impossible for me to lead people to hypnotize everyone, so I picked a few important ones. After careful investigation, hundreds of people were involved, but nothing was found. Until now, the person responsible for the case has made no progress, and it seems that the holder of the containment is no longer useful.

Mo Qiong frowned, this kind of crime involving contained objects was the most difficult. Because the holder is quite insignificant, or the characteristics are extremely secretive.

There is no doubt that people may take other people's lives from the air without even needing to show their faces.

"But there is an important clue. When I checked all the belongings of the deceased, I found that there was something in the deceased's life that disappeared after his death." Gou Ye said.

Mo Qiong asked hurriedly: "What is it? It was most likely taken away by the murderer."

Gou Ye immediately connected with Mo Qiong's spirit and shared an image, which was someone's memory image. In the image, the deceased walked into the restaurant and sat down, taking out a piece of paper and a pen, as if he wanted to write something.

"This pen?" Mo Qiong asked.

"No, remember this piece of paper. This is his younger brother's memory. An hour before the murderer died, he wanted to write something, but I searched everywhere and couldn't find this piece of paper."

Mo Qiong frowned and said, "This is just a blank piece of paper, so it's hard to position it."

"Yes, he was sitting on his seat, holding a pen but hesitating repeatedly. Note that he may have been writing, but there was nothing on the paper. Then he disappeared while going to the toilet in that restaurant. You will know after that, he The disappearance is actually being decomposed," Gou Ye said.

Mo Qiong closed his eyes and tried to distinguish the details of the card as much as possible.

Indeed, if you just look at the paper, it seems that the person is thinking over and over again and writing nothing. But if you look closely at the pen, you can see that the pen tip actually touched the white paper, and even seemed to outline a few letters, but it was not shown on the paper.

"This may be an invisible pen, or the white paper may be a containment object, and the writing can only be seen by the holder!"

As he spoke, Mo Qiong suddenly felt blessed and said in his heart: "We should look beyond the motive. Maybe he died simply because he didn't do anything! Maybe he had to use that piece of paper for something, but for some reason, he didn't do that, or didn't do it. It’s over, so he was killed by the containment object!”

Mr. Gou blew out smoke and said: "Maybe, there are many possibilities, but no matter what, you have to find the piece of paper, otherwise there is no point in guessing."

However, from the outside, it is just a blank piece of paper!

Master Gou looked at Mo Qiong expectantly: "Can you lock it in?"

Mo Qiong held a coin and murmured: "It seems like... Brow..."

As he said that, he suddenly flicked his finger, and the concealed missile suddenly flew up and floated more than ten meters. It was not exhausted and kept flying in one direction.

Gou Ye said excitedly: "It's done! Awesome! You can locate a blank piece of paper!"

Mo Qiong said: "It's not a blank piece of paper! I just guessed that there were actually words written on that piece of paper, but we can't see them. I imagined the four letters brow in the position outlined by the pen tip of the dead person. It was simulated based on the trajectory of the pen tip sliding, and it worked!"

Different creatures have different worlds in their eyes. If Mo Qiong's eyes are not human eyes, and the world he sees is another look, can't he locate the corresponding substance? It can be the same, just like he can lock the red light man behind the wall with a thermal imaging device.

But from the human eye, it can be distinguished that it is not a red light man, but just an ordinary person.

The same reason, a blank piece of paper is pure white in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of the dead, you may be able to see the words you wrote. As long as Mo Qiong imagines the appearance of the paper with words written on it, he can lock the target even if it is actually blank in his eyes.

In short, the object that Mo Qiong locks is the appearance of the dead, not the appearance of Mo Qiong himself. But what the two see is actually the same thing.

"Very good! Let's set off immediately and track down the paper!" Gou Ye threw his cigarette butt and said.

The two got on the boat, and Mo Qiong reset the coin and changed to throwing GPS. They just needed to track it directly on the boat according to the signal.

A few days later, they arrived in San Francisco.

The signal showed that the target was in an apartment, Room 1001.

"The glass is broken, and the snake has been alerted. Act immediately!" Mo Qiong said.

"Be careful!" Gou Ye saw that he had already rushed upstairs and said hurriedly.

"I'm going to die, restore my body as soon as possible." As he said that, Mo Qiong had quickly reached the tenth floor.

They couldn't wait to slowly check the identity of this family and formulate any routines, and directly attacked this apartment.

"Bang!" Mo Qiong jumped out of the window in the corridor, stepped into the air, came to the window and broke in.

A black man lying on the bed was startled. He was awakened by the broken glass.

Just when he was half asleep, he saw someone outside the window break the window and jump in.

"Fuck! This is the tenth floor!"

The black man was obviously not a good guy. He took out a pistol from under the pillow and pointed it at Mo Qiong.

"Kneel down!"

Hearing the black man's roar, Mo Qiong did not rush to take action. He quickly scanned the room and soon found a square piece of white paper under the bed, which seemed to be thrown there casually.

Just as Mo Qiong was about to walk over, he saw the black man jump off the bed with his bare upper body and roared: "Don't move! If you move again, I will shoot you!"

As he said, he pointed the gun at Mo Qiong and walked around to the window in confusion. He looked at the aluminum alloy window frame that was directly knocked open and the height difference of ten floors outside, and couldn't help being dumbfounded.

"How did you get in?" The black man had a question mark on his face, and saw that Mo Qiong didn't have any climbing equipment.

"Damn yellow monkey is asking you a question!"

"Clang clang clang..." Mo Qiong's hands popped out like lightning, and there was a burst of noise, and the parts of the gun were scattered all over the floor.

The black man stared at the gun in his hand being dismantled in front of him, and he stuttered: "Fafafa... Ke!"

Without the gun, he also lost his confidence, and felt that Moqiong was not easy to mess with, so he turned around and ran away.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Gou Ye standing there with a sturdy rifle.

"Hey! There must be some misunderstanding! I have never caused trouble in Chinatown!" The black man was confused, smiled awkwardly and stepped back, sweating profusely.

Gou Ye walked in with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Lie down, and tell me what I ask you."

The black man lay on the ground without saying a word, and his movements were extremely skillful.

"Do you know Brown?" Moqiong asked, because the last word the deceased wrote on the paper was brow, and if he didn't finish writing, he might have meant to write brown.

"Huh? I know more than a dozen Browns, who are you talking about?" The black man was confused.

Mo Qiong frowned and pointed at the paper under the bed and said, "Where did this come from?"

The black man shook his head and said, "I don't remember. Maybe it's the waste paper that fell from the pizza? Who are you anyway?"

Mo Qiong ignored him and motioned him to pick up the paper.

The black man did it very honestly, and then looked at the paper in astonishment: "Huh? There was no word just now!"

Mo Qiong's eyes lit up. Sure enough, the holder could see the words. He hurriedly asked, "What's written?"

The black man said, "There are many people's names. The last one, Matthew Franklin... is my name. The heart is burnt? What does it mean?"

After saying that, the black man widened his eyes again, opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, touched his chest, and his face was full of horror.

"Is there a brow?" Mo Qiong asked.

"Yes, here..." The black man Matthew trembled and pointed to a place on the white paper.

Mo Qiong understood that it was exactly where he imagined the handwriting of the deceased, that is, he imagined a part of the paper and successfully locked the paper.

It's like he can lock a person by only determining the characteristics of a person's nose.

"How many names are there in total?" Mo Qiong asked.

"A lot!" The black man said absentmindedly.

"What did you want to say just now?" Mo Qiong asked.

The black man Matthew shook his head and said nothing.

He grabbed his hair, looking crazy, then calmed down, pointed to the place where Brown's name was on the paper, and said: "The name you said, start a new line after it, and the new name starts from here."

He then pointed to the blank space below Brown, as if there was a new name there.

"Is there something wrong with your heart?" Mo Qiong asked in a serious tone.

The black man didn't speak, so Mo Qiong touched his chest directly, and then was shocked to find that he had no heartbeat...

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P.S.: Sorry.