The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 33 The big case is not solved, the small case is re-emerging, and the per capita heart-snatching demon

Five days later.

In the Utopian government, in a coffee room compartment of the branch of the No. [-] Villager, Huita saw the jackal.Different from his previous image of a gentle and gentle professor, at this moment he is unshaven, and has dark circles under the eyes that are unlikely for a force messenger, holding a list, a list, and a list in his hand.

Just when he sat down to check the list, Huita cautiously tiptoed and walked towards the door of the coffee room car with a movement that did not conform to the Shard.

"Brother Oberonhof, where are you going?"

The jackal raised his head, his eyes had a faint green glint like a werewolf who was in a hurry would burst out.

Huita swallowed: "I went out to smoke, what's wrong? Brother, do you have something to ask me?"

In the entire coffee room, human voices disappeared.Ron, Wilkie, Sand, and even the Roots all pricked up their ears.

For a moment, the air seemed to be pressed the pause button.

"Come and have a cup of mushroom tea, my treat."

Jackal grinned and pointed to the opposite seat.Huita had no choice but to sit down nervously.

After sitting down, the jackal pointed out:

"Recently, the mind flayer copying case once again stole the 'hearts' of newspaper reporters, and it has been in the headlines for three consecutive days. I remember that before you came to the Special Investigation Bureau, you and the civilian named Curse Blade who won the Special Contribution Award People have conducted investigations on mind flayers, and I wonder if they can contribute some information to help me sort out my thoughts."

"This..." Grizzly Bear's ears were sweating, "...I, I think it's because there are a few imitators. You know, the real mind flayers..."

He stuck his shell and licked the corner of his mouth: "... the real mind flayer should be in a state of loss of control now, randomly selecting targets, or going crazy to target a target is very common. For example, a few years ago we dealt with a The Ripper Strange Story, it keeps targeting women."

"Yes."

Jackal's expression is not good, but there is a feeling of 'it's okay to have such a saying'.

The train jolted suddenly, and a list fell down.

Some names and records are written in black font on the list:

'Mayev, 37, first degree murder, child abuse, robbery and false imprisonment.Handling suggestion: Transfer to the third-level court compartment of the Utopia authority headquarters. '

'Loon Pedripinski, six counts of second-degree murder, train sabotage.Handling suggestion: transfer to the psychiatric clinic car again. '

'...'

Next to the record is written in red, bloody colors:

'Prisoner murdered, heart ripped out'

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"again!"

The two hunters wearing the black lieutenant uniform of the Special Investigation Bureau, one holding a list in his hand, looked at a corpse in the temporary cell that had been 'heart-opened', while the other looked at the open chest, like It's like looking at a work of art.

He asked: "Dear brother, who is this dead? Who is this dead? His face has been peeled off."

Looking at the list without looking up: "It's Pochilya Swinkin Vasilitsov."

"Who is it? I just transferred here three days ago. What did this person do?"

"It's called 'Babyeater' Swinkin."

"It's disgusting, what a good death..." the special bureau hunter who asked the question said bluntly.

The other person glanced at him with a rather reproachful tone:
"Brother, you can't say that. If you become a mind flayer, it won't make anyone feel good if the authorities blame you. Besides, as a source of power, you must be ashamed. What's the point of admiring the enemy?"

He coughed: "If you want to admire, you have to wait until after get off work, when we go to the bar car to have a drink together."

Now the special investigation team of the Special Investigation Bureau is doing its best to track down the clues of the mind flayer imitator, but not this mind flayer. You have to pay the price of more than ten teams to kill'. When the two are combined, it is derived into this kind of 'the authorities are in a hurry', 'the special investigation bureau is in a hurry', and 'the special investigation team feels that they can't be in a hurry, otherwise they will be killed. Rush to die' state of affairs.

"How about now? Just say go out and investigate..."

"Dear colleagues and brothers, aren't we going out to investigate now?" Mr. Stitch with sled dog ears, a member of the special investigation team, put away the list and said to the petite figure who walked by and opened the cell, "Ge Wen, do you want to go together? After finishing this investigation. "

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Gwen turned her head, showing a warm smile and said, "If you can hide it from the jackal..."

The two Ron's canine ears drooped suddenly.

Although the jackal has always been a very gentle and gentle professor, the sudden surge in workload in the past two days has pissed him off, and even the management of the members in the group has become a lot stricter.

"The urging from the higher ups is quite tight... There is nothing to do. Over the past three days, more than ten criminals have died every day..." Ron En said, who looked more mature, "...But the mind flayer is really not picky. Ah, no matter if they pass by our station, or just stop at a small station to replenish supplies, as long as there are prisoners of this type, they will dig out their hearts mercilessly."

Another obviously young man with dog ears leaning towards Doberman pinschers yawned: "...There are some very powerful origin messengers. Brother Gwen, it is really a loss for you to be our assistant at this time."

Gwen knelt on one knee, beside the corpse, reaching out to a mass of rotting spirits.

"Is it a loss?"

He asked back, his tone soft.

"Every group of spirit bodies must be 'purified' by you and sent to the root of the source of power, or this disgusting spirit body." Dubin... In short, the name is also so long that Gwen had to choose a foreign name for it. The young man with the number had a disgusted expression on his face.

"I don't dislike it."

Gwen gently hugged the rotten spirit body and turned her head.

Sunshine's warm smile was in stark contrast to the black shapeless spirit body that looked like tentacles and black slime. The dirty shadow spirit body even seemed to be touching his snow-white cheeks with its tentacles.

There is a kind of non-male, profane and pure beauty.

Dupin's eyes stayed on Gwen's face.

The mature middle-aged Ron En next to him coughed lightly, and then he shook his dog ears cleverly, put his hands in his pockets, and said with a straight face, "Then, does this annoying spirit have a last word on the murderer?" Memory'? Any useful clues?"

Gwen melted the spirit body with the warmth hidden in her body, turned her head, and blocked her burning single eye with the angle of view.

The world reflected by the burning eye is complete, continuous, the last thing seen by the eyes of the dead:

【…A near-elf with a beautiful face and a fire in one eye, who can't tell if it's a man or a woman, walks towards him with a lightsaber in his hand. 】

Gwen completely melted the spirit body, erasing all clues, to the extent that even the 'psychic dead' could not be retrieved.

The flame in his single eye disappeared, and there were some beads of sweat on the skin rendered by the warm temperature.

He turned his head and sighed weakly: "No, the murderer handled it very cleanly."

"The memories you saw... Well, it's really disgusting. Are you okay?" Dubin took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over. "Those disgusting memories must be very uncomfortable? Wipe off your sweat."

Gwen smiled, then opened her eyes a little.

Dubin froze for a moment, and looked down.

The handkerchief is actually pink, and it has a cute plush white bear dog stamp and a dog's paw imprint.

"Thank you." Gwen took the handkerchief calmly.

"..." Dubin blushed and rolled his eyes, "My younger brother..."

But before he could finish speaking, the door suddenly opened.

A jackal with a darker smile than five days ago appeared behind the door.

Dubin and Sewing Needle immediately subconsciously stood upright.

Gwen lowered his eyes, turned his head, and dismissed the remnants of the spirit body that had been sent into the source of source power by his warm embrace.

"Gwen, a suspected mind flayer victim appeared in the compartment of the Truth Agency, come with me now."

He turned his head, and finally comforted him with a softened and gentle tone:

"Stitches, you take two people to the No. [-] mechanism compartment to apply for 'Use of Lethal Means', we may have caught the trace of the ghost or one of the copy criminals. The Truth Agency reacted very quickly, and closed it the moment the deceased was found Isolation hatch. With any luck we'll be allowed to use lethal force within five minutes of our arrival."

Sewing Needle nodded and patted Dubin lightly: "Go, let's go now."

The Jackal stepped aside to let them pass first, and said to Gwen:
"Let's go, I applied for a public motorcycle."

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