Blue and White Society Chapter 470: Mysterious white paper
After listening to Mo Poor's explanation, Lord Gou laughed out loud.
This is a photo taken by Mo Qiong when he was just able to pretend to be a bird and learn to fly in his early years.
For such clues, the Blue and White Society will not let them go. There are a lot of similar strange phenomena and unusual experiences from the intelligence department.
Peripheral personnel and members of the club also often investigate these incidents openly and unannounced. The Sanqingshan Dapeng incident was carefully investigated by the Lanbai Club at the time, and no one lied. They really saw it.
And after searching for so many years, I haven't found even a hair. Unlike some incidents, it can be quickly discovered that it was a prank or a natural phenomenon.
So this file has been brought up again and again, and there is no reasonable explanation in the agency, so this matter will not give up and continue to investigate.
"Well, it turned out to be you, the case was solved."
Master Gou asked the whole story and knew that it was Mo Poor who chased the traffickers back then and used his ability to fly, so he went to the Containment Department Building to close the case.
As for the confidentiality level of the answer, it is directly gamma level, because it is related to secret weapons.
Master Gou asked about Mo Poor's early years, and after learning that the treasure where the nightmare woodcarving was located was found by Mo Poor on purpose for money, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "You're so capable, come on, Take a look at this information."
Mo Poor received the information and learned about a mysterious case that happened more than half a year ago, and it was also the last case Gou Ye handled before he became his partner.
In the suburbs of San Francisco, a finger was found in a beer barrel in a small town bar, so the police tracked down and found body tissues one after another nearby.
In the end, it took two days and two nights to find all the flesh and bones of a person in an area within a radius of fifteen kilometers.
That person was broken down into two thousand parts, each of which is equal in weight!
The body parts are in various places within a diameter of fifteen kilometers, on the road, in the trash can, on the grass, in potted plants, hanging from tree branches, on school curtains, and on church crosses ...
Hundreds of them were found in the homes of people in small towns, in refrigerators, under beds, in drawers, in books...even in people's clothes pockets.
Mo Poor let out a breath and said, "This is too weird. It should be a containment object. If a murderer can break down a person into two thousand parts, and each part is 37.5 grams, this is already extremely difficult, not to mention How much trouble is it to hide each copy in different places, even in other people's homes or on their bodies?"
Master Gou lit a cigarette and said, "I checked the identity of the deceased. This person is a big drug lord in San Francisco. However, I checked all the beneficiaries after his death. There is no problem. The person who killed him is not Didn't get any benefit from his death."
"Maybe it's to help a friend?" Mo Poor said.
"The scope is too large, involving tens of thousands of people. If you count the damage caused by his ice sales, it will involve more than a hundred thousand people! I can't bring people to hypnotize everyone. I picked a few This important investigation involved hundreds of people, but nothing was found. Up to now, the peripheral personnel in charge of this case have not made any progress. The holder of the containment item seems to be useless anymore." Gou Grandpa said.
Mo Poor frowned, this kind of containment crime is the most difficult. Because the holder is quite wretched, or the characteristics are extremely secretive.
There is no doubt that people may not need to show their faces at all, so they take other people's lives in the air.
"However, 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, but it disappeared after death." Lord Gou said.
Mo Poor hurriedly asked: "What is it? It is very likely that it was taken away by the murderer."
Gou Ye immediately connected with Mo Poor's spirit and shared an image. It was a picture of someone's memory. In the picture, the deceased walked into the restaurant and sat down. what.
"This pen?" Mo Poor asked.
"No, it is to remember this piece of paper. This is the memory of his younger brother. An hour before the murderer died, he wanted to write something, but I searched all the places, but I couldn't find this piece of paper."
Mo Poor frowned and said, "This is just a blank piece of paper, so it's not easy to locate."
"Yes, he was sitting on the seat, holding a pen but hesitated repeatedly, pay attention, he may have been writing, but there was nothing on the paper. Then he disappeared while going to the toilet in that restaurant, and you will know after that Now, his disappearance is actually broken down." Lord Gou said.
Mo Poor closed his eyes, trying to distinguish the details of the card as much as possible.
Indeed, if you only look at the paper, that person seems to be thinking over and over again, without writing anything. But if you look closely at the pen, the tip of the pen actually touched the white paper, and even seemed to outline a few letters, but it was not displayed on the paper.
"This may be an invisible pen, or simply the white paper is a storage object, and only the holder can see the writing!"
Speaking, Mo Poor suddenly felt blessed and said, "We should jump out of 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 finish it, so it was killed by the containment!"
Master Gou exhaled smoke and said, "Perhaps, there are many possibilities, but no matter what, we have to find that piece of paper, otherwise there is no point in guessing."
However, from the perspective of outsiders, it is just a blank sheet of paper!
Master Gou looked at Mo Poor expectantly and said, "Can you lock it?"
Mo Poor held a coin and murmured, "It seems to be... Brow..."
As he spoke, he flicked his fingers suddenly, and the concealed bomb suddenly flew up, flying more than ten meters away, and it was still flying in one direction before exhaustion.
Master Gou excitedly said: "It's done! Awesome! You can also locate the blank paper!"
Mo Poor said: "It's not blank paper! I'm just guessing that there were actually words written on that paper, but we couldn't see it. I made up the four letters "brow" in my brain at the position outlined by the pen tip of the deceased. It was simulated based on the sliding trajectory of the deceased's pen tip, and it really succeeded!"
In the eyes of different creatures, there are different worlds. If Mo Poor's eyes are not human eyes, and the world he sees is different, can't he locate the corresponding substance? It's fine, just like he can lock the red man behind the wall with a thermal imager.
It can be distinguished from human eyes, that is not a red light man, but just an ordinary person.
In the same way, a piece of white paper is pure white in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of the deceased, you may be able to see the words you wrote. As long as Mo Poor imagined the appearance of writing on that piece of paper, he could still lock on the target even if it was actually blank in his eyes.
In short, what Mo Poor locks on is what the deceased sees, not what Mo Poor himself sees. But what they saw was actually the same thing.
"Very good! Let's set off immediately to track down that piece of paper!" Master Gou threw the cigarette **** away.
The two got on the boat, Mo Poor reset the coin and threw the GPS instead, and they just tracked it on the boat according to the signal.
A few days later, they arrived in San Francisco.
The signal indicates that the target is in an apartment building, Room 1001.
"The glass is broken, and the snake has already been frightened, so act now!" Mo Poor said.
"Be careful!" Master Gou hurriedly said when he saw that he had rushed upstairs.
"I'm going to die, so get my body back as soon as possible." As he spoke, Mo Poor had quickly reached the tenth floor.
They can't wait to find out the identity of this family member slowly, and formulate some routine to attack this apartment directly.
"Boom!" Mo Poor jumped out of the window in the corridor, stepped on the ground, came to the window and broke in. "Boom!"
A black man was startled lying on the bed, he was awakened by the shattered glass.
Just as he was sleepy, he saw someone outside the window knocking open the window and jumping in.
"Fake! This is the tenth floor!"
This black man was obviously not a good stubble, he took out a pistol from under the pillow and pointed it at Mo Poor.
"Kneel down!"
Listening to the roar of the black man, Mo Poor did not act in a hurry, his eyes quickly scanned the room, and soon found a square piece of white paper under the bed, which seemed to have been thrown there casually.
Just as Mo Poor was about to walk over, he saw the black man jumping off the bed shirtless and shouting, "Don't move! If you move again, I'll shoot you!"
As he said that, while pointing his gun at Mo Poor, he went around to the window in doubt, and couldn't help being dumbfounded when he saw the aluminum alloy window frame that had been knocked open and the drop that was as high as ten floors outside.
"How did you get in here?" The black man had a question mark on his face, seeing that Mo Poor didn't have any climbing equipment.
"Damn yellow-skinned monkey asked you something!"
"Bang bang bang..." Mo Poor's hands popped out like lightning, and there was a loud bang, and the parts of the gun were scattered all over the ground.
The black man stared dumbfounded at the fact that the gun in his hand was dismantled in front of his face, and he stuttered: "Fa Fa Fa Fa... Ke!"
Without robbing, he also lost his confidence. He felt that Mo Qiong was not easy to mess with, so he turned his head and ran away.
However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Mr. Gou standing there with a thick and thick rifle.
"Hey! There must be some misunderstanding! I have never caused trouble in Chinatown!"
Master Gou walked in with a cigarette in his mouth, and said, "Lie down, I will say whatever I ask you."
The black man lay on the ground without saying a word, and his movements were extremely skillful.
"Do you know Brown?" Mo Poor asked, because the last thing the deceased wrote on the paper before, brow, if he didn't finish it, he probably wanted to write brown.
"Huh? I know more than a dozen Browns, who are you talking about?" the black man asked in confusion.
Mo Poor frowned, pointed to the piece of paper under the bed and asked, "Where did this come from?"
The black man shook his head and said, "I have no impression, maybe it's the waste paper that fell from eating pizza? By the way, who are you guys?"
Mo Poor ignored him and motioned him to pick up the piece of paper.
I saw the black man doing so honestly, and then looked at the paper in astonishment: "Huh? There was no writing just now!"
Mo Poor's eyes lit up. Sure enough, the holder could see the words, and he hurriedly asked, "What did you write?"
The black man said: "The names of many people, the last Matthew Franklin...is my name. The heart is scorched? What do you mean?"
After speaking, the black man's eyes widened again, he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, touched his heart, and his face was full of horror.
"Is there any brow?" Mo Poor asked.
"Yes, here..." Black Matthew tremblingly pointed to somewhere on the white paper.
Mo Poor is clear, that is where he made up the handwriting of the deceased, that is to say, he made up a part of this paper and successfully locked the paper.
It's as if he can lock a person by only determining the characteristics of a person's nose.
"How many names in total?" Mo Poor asked.
"A lot!" The black man said in a daze.
"What did you want to say just now?" Mo Poor asked.
Black Matthew shook his head and didn't say anything.
He scratched his hair, looked crazy, then calmed down, pointed to the place where Brown's name was on the paper, and said: "The name you said, start another line after it, and the new name starts from here. "
Speaking, he pointed to the beginning of the blank area below Brown, as if there was a brand new name there.
"Did something happen to your heart?" Mo Qiong said concentratingly.
The black man didn't speak, so Mo Poor touched his heart directly, and then he was shocked to find that he had no heartbeat...
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