Chapter 860: Under the Wind and Light (Please Vote for the Big Chapter)

Chapter 861 Under the wind and light (please vote for the big chapter)

The radiance that filled this room was not the same as the 'black lines' shown by the radiance of the bloody sun under the Eye of Truth.

Although most of its structure consists of black spots that seem to be extended by 'black lines', there are also some faint 'green' light spots mixed in among these spots.

In fact, as the blood sun swept across, the entire area covered by the blood sun was filled with such black spots almost everywhere.

If He Ao hadn't slightly activated the power of the Eye of Truth when he entered the door, He Ao wouldn't have been able to see these green light spots hidden among the black spots.

These light spots are concentrated on the computer desk and the bed, which seem to be places where the people who once lived in this room were 'active' a lot.

And as He Ao's 'eyes' swept across, these green light spots quickly shattered and were annihilated in the void in an instant.

Obviously, these green light spots themselves are not enough to maintain their existence. They will collapse after the intervention of a slightly stronger external 'power'.

The reason why they can last so long is probably because they are entangled with those black spots. Of course, it is also related to the fact that no one has been in and out of this room to 'damage the environment'.

For the remaining weak energy that naturally escapes in the air, even if a living person with spirituality passes by, it may destroy its balance and cause it to break.

This is why He Ao requires a "scene" that is as protected as possible.

Of course, the reason why he can discover these 'light spots' so easily is also due to the powerful 'analytical' ability of the Eye of Truth and his high status.

Even borrowing just a little bit of power is enough to expand He Ao's 'vision' to a point beyond the reach of ordinary B-levels.

He Ao gave up stimulating the Eye of Truth, withdrew his gaze and looked at the gendarmerie captain who had unknowingly distanced himself from him.

After several consecutive uses of the Eye of Truth, he has gradually mastered some of the 'measures' inspired by the Eye of Truth.

In the slightly aroused situation just now, he can control the pollution in his body very well. As long as he does not approach the area within fifty centimeters around him, or use some extraordinary spying ability to spy on him at this time, it is basically not easy. will be affected by pollution.

Just after entering the house, he naturally distanced himself from the people around him.

Of course, the higher the activation level of the Eye of Truth, the weaker his control over pollution. If he fully activates the Eye of Truth here, all ordinary people in this room will immediately die or mutate into monsters, even on the upper and lower floors. people will also be affected.

The reason why he chose to 'spy' on Bloody Day at the hotel in Enke City was because everyone in the hotel was evacuated at that time.

"Mr. He Ao, what's the problem?"

The captain of the gendarmerie seemed to notice He Ao's gaze, and turned back to look at He Ao.

"Some minor issues,"

He Ao walked to the computer desk and looked at the closed computer, "Did the missing boy use this computer to post?"

"Yes,"

The gendarmerie captain nodded and looked up at the haggard woman at the door, "Can you turn on this computer?"

"OK."

The woman walked over quickly and turned on the computer.

The computer screen slowly lit up, and then got stuck at the startup interface.

"My computer at home is a bit out of date,"

The woman seemed a little embarrassed and explained softly, "This is a birthday gift bought for the child when his father was still alive. It has been almost ten years and the child has always used it."

"fine,"

He Ao nodded slightly, "We can wait for a while."

His voice seemed to have a magical power, which made the woman's originally slightly nervous face relax a little.

After waiting for about a few minutes, the computer is fully powered on and the password interface pops up.

The woman faced the door and waved slightly, "Girl, come and enter your brother's password."

The gendarmes blocking the door moved out of the way.

Revealing the appearance of a little girl huddled behind the sofa.

The little girl glanced at everyone and carefully scratched the wrinkled artificial leather cover of the sofa.

Finally, she ran over under the woman's expectant eyes, stood in front of the computer desk, stood on tiptoes, and entered a string of passwords quickly and skillfully.

As the computer was slowly untied, the little girl retracted her hand. She raised her head and glanced at He Ao who was standing next to her, and then she slipped out of the crowd and ran behind the sofa.

"My daughter is a little scared of strangers,"

The woman explained slowly, "She used to only play with his brother."

Then she turned her head, looked at the computer monitor that entered the main interface, put away her hand, took a half step back, "Okay."

"We have copied this computer's browsing history before,"

The gendarmerie captain walked to the computer, opened the computer's browser, and then clicked on the history record. The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a long list of URLs that needed to be coded.

"In addition to browsing some websites that adolescent boys would browse, this child is mainly active in the forum where he posts,"

The captain of the gendarmerie turned the scroll wheel and found a webpage with an old-fashioned icon. He clicked on it, "This is a communication forum for hand-assembled computers. He is a small moderator of a certain section of this forum."

He searched around, clicked on his personal center, and swiped down, "Here you can see his posting record. The weird post was 'posted' by him about two and a half months ago."

With that said, he clicked on the post.

The content of the post is very simple. It is a retelling of the strange story about ‘calling a loved one’ and said that it was ‘heard from someone else’.

Below are some replies from forum users. Most of them mocked the poster for not understanding science, but there were also a few who were really eager to give it a try.

This post has been seen before. In the chronological order of all the ghost stories summarized by Yan Yue and others, it is not too early. It seems to be the eleventh post.

"We have asked the forum to block this post, but we have not asked them to delete it in order to preserve evidence,"

The gendarmerie captain turned his head and looked at He Ao, "We have investigated all the people who responded to the post, and several of them are also missing."

"May I take a look at it?"

He Ao said softly.

"certainly."

The gendarmerie captain immediately gave way.

He Ao moved his mouse and quickly browsed all the replies.

Obviously the missing boy is very 'prestigious' in this forum, so there are many people who reply to his post.

Soon, He Ao's movements stopped, and he controlled the mouse to move around between the two replies, "The serial numbers of these two replies are wrong. This one is 21, and the one below becomes 23. The middle one Has the post been deleted?”

"Yes,"

The captain of the gendarmerie nodded lightly, "Maybe the person who replied to the post deleted it himself, or maybe it was deleted by the person who posted it. We contacted the forum and wanted to restore these deleted posts, but it was too late at that time. The data of those posts has been cleared."

He Ao looked at these posts.

In fact, there are many deleted replies, and it is obvious that someone is manipulating these posts on a large scale.

He looked upward to the upper left corner of the personal center interface, where a small red dot appeared, which seemed to be the entrance to the 'message prompt' interface.

He Ao clicked on the message prompt interface, and a large number of replies appeared in his field of vision.

The missing boy seems to have posted a lot of posts, and many of them are high-quality posts on the forum, so there are also many replies. Many posts even have replies today.

He Ao slid the mouse and quickly scrolled down the interface.

This forum does a pretty good job of retaining messages, and it seems that the messages retained are relatively old.

Soon, he found the 'messages' he had received two and a half months ago, many of which were replies to the 'weird talk' post.

He Ao continued to scroll down and reached the content about three months ago. At this time, a message appeared in his field of vision.

[You have deleted the post ‘A strange story about an early morning phone call I heard on the roadside’. ]

He Ao loosened his grip on the mouse.

Two and a half months ago, it was not the first time that the missing boy had sent that weird post. The post that was found was posted earlier than the earliest post that they had searched for so far.

The ‘replies’ that were deleted from the posts made after the missing teenager were likely the ones who pointed out that this post had been made before.

Moreover, this post may not be the earliest.

The person who spread this weird story deliberately concealed the structure of the original post by deleting it.

Therefore, among the ten earliest surviving ghost stories posts, there are only two posts originating from Mote City.

Looking at it this way, perhaps most of the initial posts came from Mott City.

While thinking, He Ao quickly searched the browsing history and found that the missing boy had not browsed other posts involving this weird story except his own.

This computer was not infected with a virus, and all the strange posts seemed to be made by the missing boy himself.

And he also made it clear in his post that he heard this strange story 'offline'.

Assume that this ‘source of strange stories’ is accurate.

The people who spread the ghost stories seem to be trying their best to reduce the proportion of Mott City in the source of the ghost stories.

The threads in He Ao's mind were quickly connected.

So, Mote City is probably the origin of this ‘weird story’?

Is it possible that this missing boy is one of the earliest spreaders of ghost stories?

His strange stories come from 'offline', could they come directly from the original communicator?

But if that's the case, why did the missing boy help the disseminator spread strange stories? You also have to do the complicated operation of deleting posts.

He Ao raised his head, looked at the haggard woman standing behind him, and asked softly,

"Is there anything unusual about the child before he disappeared? Especially the first half month before he disappeared?"

"Maybe not?"

The haggard woman shook her head and sighed softly, "I am too busy at work and basically have no time to take care of the house. My son takes care of the house."

She paused and recalled, "If there is anything, he always seemed to be a little distracted before he disappeared, and he was often distracted."

"Did he tell you that there was a way he could 'contact his father' or 'meet his father' or something like that?"

He Ao continued to ask.

"ah?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't realize what He Ao was asking. After a while, she slowly said, "His father passed away a few years ago. He has always been very sensible and rarely said these words."

"My brother sometimes seems like a different person,"

At this time, a childish voice came from the light in the living room, "He won't play with me, he is very fierce, not like his brother, and he wants to beat me."

He Ao raised his head and looked at the source of the sound.

The little girl who was talking just now suddenly turned her head back and completely hid behind the sofa.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and once again glanced at the place where the green light spot had just existed.

How would a powerful extraordinary being who doesn't abide by the law use to 'persuade' an ordinary person to help him?

Is it because he is aware of his feelings and moved by reason, and spends a lot of energy to let him follow him?

Or direct violent coercion, or use extraordinary power to directly control, and create a 'servant' simply, quickly and conveniently?

Obviously, the leader of this incident seems to have chosen the more convenient latter.

He should have some kind of extraordinary ability or extraordinary item that can control people, and directly make ordinary people do things according to his instructions.

The almost undetectable green light left in this room may be the weak energy escaping from his extraordinary power to control the missing boy.

If this series of guesses is correct, then Mote City is indeed where it all started.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He Ao collected his thoughts and spoke softly, "I already know the information that needs to be investigated. Let's go out first."

"OK."

The gendarmerie captain glanced around and nodded quickly. He turned his head and looked at the haggard woman, "Trouble."

The woman looked at him, opened her mouth slightly, then closed it slowly after a brief pause, and finally said, "It's okay, you guys have worked hard too."

She followed He Ao and the gendarmerie captain, reached out and closed the bedroom door.

A group of people quickly passed through the living room and headed towards the narrow door.

The little figure who was originally hiding behind the sofa leaned out half of his body and looked at the crowd.

Accompanied by a series of gentle footsteps, the moment He Ao was about to leave the door, he felt that the hem of his clothes seemed to be pulled by a weak force.

The entire surrounding environment suddenly became quiet.

He stopped, turned around, and looked behind him.

The little girl with two braids was holding the hem of his clothes at the moment, raising her head, her beautiful brown eyes reflecting the light of the corridor light outside the door frame, and also reflecting He Ao's face.

He Ao knelt down, keeping his eyes as level as possible with the little girl, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Big brother,"

The girl looked at He Ao's face, and after a brief pause, asked with a little timidity, "Will that warm sun rise again?"

"We don't know if the sun will rise as usual,"

He Ao gently stretched out his hand, touched the girl's head, and said with a smile, "But if we can, we will eventually let it rise again."

The bright corridor light passes through the narrow door and outlines the figures of the young man and girl in the dim room.

The radiance shone on the young man's profile and in the girl's eyes.

The girl nodded slightly, as if she understood, but also seemed a little confused.

In the reflection of those clear brown eyes, He Ao slowly stood up, nodded gently to the people in the room to thank him, then turned around and walked into the light outside the door.

Standing in front of the bright lights in the corridor, the haggard mother held the little girl's hand and watched the people outside the door go away.

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rooftop

"Mr. He Ao, then I will send it here."

The captain of the gendarmerie looked up at the helicopter that had flown in again and said.

"Let's come together, I'm still short of manpower."

The strong wind caused by the propeller blew through He Ao's hair. He glanced sideways at the gendarmerie captain. Before the gendarmerie captain spoke, he said slowly, "This city needs you."

After that, he walked directly to the helicopter.

The gendarmerie captain stared at He Ao's back, and his mouth that was originally open slowly closed.

Set had actually recruited him and even promised to find a way to help him get a transcendent item for self-defense, but he ultimately did not agree.

After a brief pause, he lifted his steps and followed the figure in the wind.