Chapter 118 Sneak Attacker

The media, police, military and church jointly enforce the law.

The natives from other worlds have never seen this kind of gameplay before, and they all find it very new. Not to mention the reporters jumping up and down on the deck carrying heavy cameras, even the following dock garrison and the Hall of Order police who came to support later could not help but steal. Whisper.

Is this private detective who suddenly stepped forward really as good as he said? Can he find things on the spot?

Everyone was full of doubts and followed him closely. They saw him walking up and down the cabin and the deck several times, and then stood on the deck with his hands behind his back.

"As a soul-shifter of the Crimson Moon, I have a special sense of sacred memories." Lynch whispered to Rick, who was always by his side to protect him, "I'm sure, the thing is in this ship. But now there is question."

"Um?"

"When I was outside just now, the sensor was blurry, as if it was blocked or indoors. But now that I'm in the cabin, the sensor is still very blurry, but I can confirm that the thing is below, it should be the bilge."

"The bottom floor is usually a warehouse, which is perfect for hiding things."

"Okay, then our first step is to go straight to the bilge." Lynch turned his gaze to Jefferson with a half-smile and raised his voice, "Since Mr. Jefferson considers himself a legitimate businessman, he should have no objection."

Click, click, the strong smell of gunpowder was replaced by the flash of the spotlight again.

Just listen, imperial spies, treasonous plots, confrontations between defenders and betrayers, wars with no smoke, any one of them will make people reluctant to put down the newspaper. If you put them together, you can definitely make a sensational news. ah. So let’s put aside such trivial matters as the aristocratic authorities suppressing members of the media, and we will wait to capture the big news.

For a while, the reporters had already imagined a series of stories, and their eyes were all bright, just looking forward to more excitement.

Jefferson sneered, raised his head arrogantly, and followed the priests: "Remember, this is a random inspection. I'm waiting for you to apologize on the spot."

"Haha, of course." Lin Qi smiled and stretched out his hand to guide down the stairs to the cabin, "Fear journalists, please come together. Everyone must record everything that happened today in detail, otherwise the report will be biased in the future. You are Be responsible."

As we gradually descended below the sea level, the noisy sounds on the dock faded away, and the surrounding environment became darker and darker, with only the faint kerosene light illuminating the cabin.

The bottom floor is filled with several large cabins. The cabins are filled with boxes of cargo. These cargoes are firmly fixed on the floor. They are stacked in piles, making the bottom floor look like a maze.

"This is the bottom warehouse you want to see. Sirs, please inspect it as you please."

Jefferson opened his hands and pointed at the entire warehouse, looking magnanimous, and said with a sneer:

"I want to see what you can find. Don't even think about identifying your so-called gifts just by looking for something. We can trace the origins of most of the things on the ship. Just try and see if the thing you identified is the right one." The origin happens to be unknown, hahaha, I am looking forward to you doing this, and then you will have one more crime. "

At this time, Lynch could no longer listen to any of Jefferson's quibbles. He was closing his eyes and quietly sensing the information coming back from his surroundings. Deep in his consciousness, an extremely familiar feeling was lingering around him.

It seemed like a long-sought memory, or like a missing part of his life, lingering around him, calling him softly.

However, I don't know what method Jefferson used. This feeling was always hazy, like a layer of thick fog, and he couldn't see clearly anyway. This contrast of being itchy but not getting what he wanted made him feel extremely painful. , I just felt that my body was twitching.

"Search, why did you stop?" Jefferson urged with a sneer, "If you don't dare, just get off my boat, and then..."

Lynch opened his eyes suddenly and glared at Jefferson coldly. After a few minutes, he finally vaguely found the location from the hazy induction.

"It needs to be lower level. Is this already the bottom warehouse?"

"yes."

Rick frowned and nodded, and the reporters around him obviously realized that there was something fun to watch, and the frequency of flashing spotlights increased sharply. However, after only a few seconds of hesitation, Knight Rick's eyes lit up and he raised his voice and said:

"By the way, there is also a waterproof compartment."

"Huh?" Lynch raised an eyebrow at Jefferson.

"The waterproof warehouses are all empty and never opened. You guys are crazy. You have to check even there. Why don't you just dismantle the ship for inspection?"

Jefferson crossed his arms, with a look of anger on his face, and even his voice became louder.

Lynch looked at his subconscious movements, raised the corners of his mouth, and said softly: "Never opening it doesn't mean it can't be opened. Do you want to stop us from going in? Mr. Jefferson."

"Okay, whatever you want to see."

Jefferson snorted bitterly and motioned to the sailors around him to open the waterproof door to the lower level. These sailors now looked at a loss and could only follow the order nervously and open the waterproof door.

As soon as the door opened, a filthy smell hit the face, accompanied by a strong fishy smell. It was dark inside, and as the air circulated, there was a whining sound inside, as if there was some strange presence hidden inside.

Rick waved his hand, and immediately two knights in black robes walked down holding kerosene lanterns. After a moment, a call came back from below: "Safety."

"Everyone, please follow."

Seeing that Rick had already gone down first, Lin Qi nodded to the reporters and followed with confidence.

The waterproof layer was much shorter than a normal cabin. With Lynch's height, he could only bend down and lower his head inside, and could not stand up straight at all. This is the last line of defense of the ship when the bottom of the ship hits the rocks and leaks. It is divided into more than a dozen closed cabins by thick wood.

This floor is even simpler. There are only a dozen cabins. From the structure, it can be seen that there are no mezzanines, and all cabins are empty, which can be seen at a glance when standing at the door.

The camera was too big to move down, but the reporters all followed. As soon as they saw the situation, they immediately took a few steps forward, fearing that they might miss something.

"It seems like there's nothing. Did they really make a mistake?"

"I feel that President Jefferson cannot be a spy, let alone treason."

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. I think this detective looks very professional. He doesn't look like someone who would do anything he's not sure about. Please wait and see."

"Shh..."

The reporters were whispering, and Jefferson showed a ferocious smile under the light, looking at Lynch and Rick proudly, "Sir, the waterproof compartment has been opened, please check it, don't be polite, hehehe."

"Okay, then I'm welcome. Thank you."

Lynch nodded seriously to Jefferson, making Jefferson grit his teeth in anger, and he motioned to the two dark knights to help him light the lights, and walked straight past Jefferson deeper into the area.

All cabins were empty, but Lynch simply closed his eyes and used his keen inspiration to sense the call of the red moon.

It was still that hazy feeling separated by several layers of barriers. Although the reason was unknown, Lynch walked around a few times and stopped at the door of a cabin. Although it is vague, a strong sense of intimacy comes from this room, just like the warmth and tranquility when it was soaked in the crimson moonlight before traveling through time.

This is definitely it.

Lin Qi opened his eyes suddenly, but what he saw was still a dark and cold cabin, empty and empty of anything.

How is this going?

Lynch suddenly turned around and saw the uncontrollable smile on Jefferson's face. The other party showed a winning smile: "Please continue, hahaha, I can give you enough time to check this cabin. Fellow colleagues, find a way to put the camera Move it down, it would be a shame not to keep a few photos of such a rare and precious scene.”

"What?" Seeing that Lynch remained silent under Jefferson's ridicule, Rick leaned over and asked softly.

"I can clearly feel that the thing is right here." Lynch even stretched out his cane and waved it towards the most obvious location, but he didn't touch anything. Then he whispered in a low voice, "It's definitely not an illusion. But there is nothing. I suspect someone has used abilities or magic objects to deceive our eyes."

"You said someone created an illusion? It's difficult. The illusion has to be effective on people, but I didn't feel attacked. And the illusion doesn't affect your touch. You also tried it, and there is nothing here. If If you’re worried, wait a moment.”

Rick said, reaching out and wiping his eyes.

[Power, concealment, ability, see through. 】

"I'm not sure if it's because of my lack of strength, but I haven't noticed the existence of the illusion yet. Are you sure you didn't misjudge it?"

"Hahaha, weren't you two gentlemen very confident just now? Why are you not making any moves now?"

It is impossible to misjudge, this feeling of familiarity and kindness is too obvious, the neighbor's memories must be here, but why can't I see it? Wait, yes, I have similar abilities. If he hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have thought of it.

If someone really uses his ability to hide his target, instead of creating illusions about people, he can only use mysterious power to manipulate the environment, and then he will definitely leave mysterious and dirty subtle changes in the environment.

"Keep an eye on it for me."

Lynch lowered his voice, then took off his gloves and directly touched the wall of the cabin with the skin of his palms.

[Power, concealment, ability, mysterious intuition. 】

The ability is activated, and the sense of filth is transmitted directly from the palm to the depths of the soul. Slowly, Lin Qi senses that in addition to the direction of Hong Yue's memories, there is another mysterious and filthy trajectory extending upwards, entrenched on the ceiling. .

There is also something hidden above the head. The guy behind the scenes, it depends on where you hide now.

Lynch looked back at Jefferson, who was still proud of himself, showed a strange smile, and suddenly drew his gun like lightning, firing three consecutive shots in the direction he sensed.

Bang bang bang.

No, you can't just point at the expensive ones and say, get a patch as soon as possible, huh huh.

What if someone has an invoice for the thing you are referring to? Wouldn’t that make a fool of yourself in public? No one will believe anything you say by then, right?