I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 177: Blood of Sorrowful Wind

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The blood-colored picture is intertwined with people and seats. Kemun saw a man wearing a peaked cap picking up a sharp knife in the stadium, lowering his head, unable to see his face.

He bowed his head, muttering vaguely strange words in his mouth.

The whisper that Kemon heard was from the man in the peaked cap, but his voice was not chaotic enough, not strong enough, and could not have a very obvious impact on Kemon.

I saw the man in the peaked cap stabbed a red seat with a knife, and when the knife went down, he stabbed blood.

Once, twice, three times, he stabbed faster and faster. The red seat was like a wound expanding, spewing out a lot of blood, and the blood flowed more and more, until it soaked into the ground of the stadium.

When I feel this, the screen disappears.

The faint whispers did not affect Kemon, showing how strong the 256.5 resistance is.

Kemeng returned to the red seat again, looking at the blood that was surging, suddenly asked: "Team Luo, has this blood been taken for quality inspection?"

"The quality inspection has been taken. The blood component is human blood, with human hemoglobin and other substances, but the DNA inside is not human genes..." Luo Yuan shook his head.

"Well, let me deal with it. Can you avoid it temporarily, give me half a minute." Kemon said.

Luo Yuan was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"Do the investigation, otherwise what else can you do." Kemon didn't say what he was going to do.

Luo Yuan said something and so on, and asked his boss for instructions.

After a while, the chief called Kemon and asked him what he wanted to do.

"Cat." Kemun said only one word.

The Secretary realized it, that's how it is.

Using the big-faced cat to directly check the information of the scarlet seat is indeed better than everyone's random guessing.

At present, the Bureau of Investigation has not moved the red seat because the site still needs to be investigated and the integrity needs to be maintained for synaesthesia.

Kemeng’s method is very violent. He knows the seat information directly from the information level.

The more you know, the higher the probability of synaesthesia. People in the Bureau of Investigation were deeply secretive about this. The director agreed without thinking about it, but he also told Kemeng to take out a rational copy when synaesthesia. The situation is not good. Just look at the transcript.

Not long after, people in the gym are called outside, or called downstairs to wait in the passage.

Kemeng let the glutinous rice **** and white granulated sugar stare at him, took a picture of the cat with a big face, and stared directly at it for fifteen seconds.

Fifteen seconds later, he took the big-faced cat back into his scarf, and then carefully recalled the strange knowledge he had just acquired.

"Flesh Seat"

"The person sitting in the seat will be eaten by the seat, and their flesh and blood will become a part of it."

"The flesh seat is currently in a damaged state and its function is lost"

The above is the knowledge of the seat, and then the blood flowing out of the seat, with additional explanations.

"Blood of Sorrowful Wind"

"Drink this blood, my own behavior will gradually be sad and windy"

Sorrowful wind... Kemeng has a weird face, and the vocabulary given by the big-faced cat is quite spiritual. I didn't expect it to have this kind of vocabulary in its small vocabulary.

Looking at the bleeding seat, Kemon reported the seat and the function of blood flow to the director.

The Secretary expressed that he understood that he would send the intelligence to every investigator who is investigating the case as soon as possible.

One minute later, the investigators in the stadium all learned about the blood in the stadium and the function of the seats.

"So, is there any connection between this blood and the event?"

"It is estimated that what happened to the victim, eh, so find a seat to vent your anger?"

"Nothing wrong, but we have to consider one thing. With our investigation bureau's stuff, we can't find the information source on the Internet. This person really has something, not an ordinary criminal." Someone said.

Kemeng has been working in the Bureau of Investigation for a period of time, and has already known that there is a special Internet item at the headquarters of the Bureau of Investigation, and the networks throughout the country are monitored by it.

"The communication network is different from the Internet," Kemon said.

"But now that the Internet is developing, the two have been connected..." Cheng Le said.

Kemeng doesn't understand this kind of network principle, so I just don't want to. Based on the existing information, he can communicate quietly and deepen the feeling.

Slowly, strange images poured in.

The cap man stood in the center of the stadium, blood spread all over the floor, he sang something loudly, as if calling something.

But the call of the peaked cap was unsuccessful, and a lot of things were missing on the scene.

Without those things, the summoning will have a great probability of failure. The other party seems to have no knowledge in this area, and does not know how difficult it is to call without a direction.

The synaesthetic scene ends here, but Kemeng did not give up.

The synaesthesia doesn't stop there. Just now Kemon saw the knife and hat of the man in the cap.

Where did you buy the knife?

Where did you buy the hat?

These are the two things that impress Kemeng the most. Because the impression is deep, it will naturally be able to communicate slowly.

In addition, Kemeng himself was at the scene of the murder, with an environmental bonus, and quickly found a sense.

If you change to an ordinary person, you will definitely not be able to use synaesthesia like Kemun's eating and drinking.

Not long after, Kemeng saw pictures of two online stores. The two items were online shopping products.

Taking a glance at the time, Kemon uploaded the information he had just felt to him.

There is a specific time and a store name, as long as you lock the person who placed the order at that time.

The above said that he attached great importance to it, and immediately sent the message to the headquarters for in-depth investigation by that Internet tool.

In a short while, Kemon got new news.

The person has been found. It is an ordinary office worker who lives on the eighteenth floor in a community in Whale City.

According to the location given above, Kemon immediately led the people over.

In order to protect Kemeng’s safety, the three investigation teams accompanied Kemeng to a certain community.

When we arrived at the community, it was seven o'clock in the evening, and the night was dim, covering this quiet community.

Kemen found that the lights on the eighteenth floor were not turned on, and I wonder if the owner is in the house.

In the community, the street lights are shining with cool lights, and some children are carefree in the garden, seemingly not feeling abnormal.

The soldiers carefully disperse these unsuspecting people~IndoMTL.com~ and Kemun has led people into the elevator.

The three groups have a total of twelve people. Everyone squeezed into a freight elevator that comes with the complex and clicked on the eighteenth floor.

With a buzzing sound, the elevator slowly climbed from the -1 floor, beating word by word.

After a period of time, the elevator jumped from the 17th floor to the 18th floor.

With a ding sound, the elevator door opened, and there was a dark aisle outside.

Stepping into the aisle, the cold wind gently stroked Kemeng's face.

Walk up to Room 1801, which is Room One on the 18th floor.

Everyone looked at each other, and a technician controlled the drone to fly out of the window on the 18th floor, and illuminate the inside first.

As soon as the lights turned on, curtains were hung on every window of the residents, and the drone could not capture the specific picture. I don't know what the situation is.

Thinking about it, Kemeng motioned to everyone to give way, then patted the scarf, and the chubby glutinous rice ball appeared on the stage.