Son of the Tower

Chapter 136 Doubt
He has been busy all night, collecting evidence, checking the surveillance and finding nothing, being busy with no results, this situation is no surprise to Ron, after all, his parents have demonstrated this situation to Ron long ago, and there are a lot of tube full.

Now everyone has been busy all night, dozens of people staying up late are filling their necks, and the tired Ron is also included. As soon as he sits down, Senior Lamb, who plays a guest role in the logistics department, will serve him a fast food breakfast in Dongtu.

To be honest, soy milk, deep-fried dough sticks and vegetarian cakes are exotic breakfasts that Ron has never eaten. Although they are not as delicious as fried rice, they are quite tasty.

After eating the last bite of plain cake with fried dough sticks in it, Ron took out a card from the mechanical clip and played: "Weather card, Jingtian."

Ling Guoer raised her eyebrows: "It's interesting, I always thought that you have to draw this card from your deck very late." While speaking, she drew a card from her card and put it On the first row of cards: "Ron, this is your apex."

The apex of what Linguoer said was the famous multi-parent Logan, who was born at the end of the Great Destruction and shined in the New Dawn, the big capitalist of Carterburg--Earl Logan.

"Ah, my apex, four offenses and four defenses." Ron thought for a while: "Okay, you win the first game, but I still want to play this dummy to defeat my night watchman Master Gerent Gayatt comes off."

"Ah, you cunning bastard." Ling Guoer snorted.

"Okay, young girls and boys, hurry up and finish your food. Later, a legendary tracker will take you to track again. This time, you have to take a good look at the methods of that god of death." Speaking of this, Inspector Lin, who had just finished answering the phone, stood up.

She looked at the secret door that was opened. Outside the secret door, there was a police tool truck parked on the side of the road: "It looks like your seniors are here, Ron, Guoer, clean up."

Ling Guoer threw the cards in his hand to Ron, and Ron put the cards back into his personal toolbox.

Between business and fun, Ron never made a mistake.

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Superintendent Lin introduced the new old man to Ron and Lingguoer, the second tracking expert of the Southern Branch of the Southern Tainan Police Department, Swensen Kergan. In Ron's opinion, this senior is not old at all, even Looks very young, but considering his half-pointed ears, being an elf-human half-breed, appearance is the most deceiving.

"Good morning, Inspector Lin, we meet again." The second expert smiled and took Inspector Lin's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

"Good morning, Your Excellency Svensson, please take these two young people out again this time." Superintendent Lin smiled and withdrew his hand, introducing Logan and Lingguoer to the old gentleman.

"Lingguoer, I know her grandfather and I are old friends, but this young man..." The old expert is obviously a local, he knows Lingguoer, and Lingguoer bows to him with a smile .

"Ron Hagelberry, Mr. Kergan, good morning." Ron introduced himself with a smile.

"Hagelberry... Your origin is Gayat Hagelberry's house?" the half-elf asked with a slight smile.

Ron nodded with a smile - he didn't want to mention the middle surname Gayatt, because in his hometown, everyone knew who he was when Gayatt was mentioned.

Ron used his mother's surname. After all, the Hagelberry family has the apex bloodline of the mysterious Gayatt family, and is the best family of psykers in the entire northern region.

"Welcome to New Hangzhou, young man, come on, you and your new partner Ling Guoer will follow me to the scene. It's been a long time since I brought young people to follow me." The old man smiled and motioned to Ron and Ling Guoer followed.

"Old Svensson, do you want me to clear the venue?" Superintendent Lin Yunsu raised his hand and asked.

"I'm not old enough to need young people to help me." Swensen shook his head, and then motioned for the two young people to follow him into the room.

Ron followed the old man, and he noticed that the old man was holding a string of silver chains in his hand. One end of the chain was in his hand, and a small incense burner was hanging on the other end.

This is the inspiration of the trace scientists, such as the gold coin in Ron's hand. Generally speaking, this represents an anchor for the trace scientists - the role of the anchor is to anchor the present world, and will not let the trace Scientists have become lonely ghosts in the cracks of time.

As the old man approached the back door with Ron and Lingguoer, the chain bottom incense burner in his hand began to ignite without fire, and Ron saw that the lights in the corridor went dark.

"Follow me, don't make a sound," said the old man, raising his left hand holding the chain.

The lighting system in the hallway started working again, as before, and when frost crystals started to appear in the hallway, Ron saw a phantom... where did the other one go.

Ron didn't understand, and Linguo'er elbowed Ron, and she also found out the problem - there was one less death.

His Excellency Svensson also turned his head and looked at Ron, but he could only see the same doubt, so with doubt and incomprehension, the three spectators followed the phantom, watching him gracefully complete the task again and again. After taking out the knife, Mr. Svensson, a senior, stopped in front of the bedroom. Ron couldn't help being curious, but he still didn't speak, and just followed his small movement of turning his head to look aside.

Then he saw a child sitting on the sofa, who looked at them with a smile, and seeing the attention of the three turned to him, this one said: "Good morning, Svensson, and your These two little followers."

"I salute you, Your Highness Anonymous." His Excellency Swensen bowed and saluted.

This made Ron confused. He looked at Lingguoer, because he didn't know who this black-haired and black-eyed child was. After all, he was just a Yankee from the Westland. How could he know the gods from all walks of life in southern Thailand? .

Ron turned his head, trying to find the answer from Lingguo'er's face, but he couldn't find the answer on Lingguo'er's face either. This one, like him, was in a state of complete confusion.

"Young man, come and pay tribute to the truth, although it is too early for you to come into contact with such an existence." At this time, the reminder from Svensson woke up Ron from his contemplation, and he looked at the one who took the initiative to speak to himself Svensson: "Truth, legendary sequence?"

"No, the sequence of truth has not appeared for a long time, and this..." "Svensson, these two children are still mortals, they can't remember me." The child interrupted His Excellency Svensson.

His Excellency Swensen didn't seem to care, but lowered his head: "Is there anything you want to do this time, Your Highness."

"Don't chase after me, this is one of my descendants, and the one who died is not a good thing...Are you right." The child in front of him said with a smile.

"...Yes, Your Highness, you are right." His Excellency Swensen lowered his head just now.

Analyzing the conversation between the two, Ron discovered a fact - Lord Swenson is in awe of this child.

Who is he, who can make a legendary lord pay respect, this is definitely an existence above the legend, but as a child of the psionic mage family, the Hagelberg family, Ron has never heard of any is above legend.

Is this the truth that only the legendary rank can know?That... is really a frightening truth. Ron was thinking frantically about the conversation between the two Highnesses and Your Excellency. I can't remember the child in front of me. What does this mean.But anyway, Ron also lowered his head: "I salute you, Your Highness."

His Highness, Ron copied what His Excellency Svensson said.

In the era of great destruction, His Highness was often used by the son of the king.

But sometimes, a highness also represents a... god.

"Son, you don't need to pay tribute to me now. Maybe one day, you can become a legend. At that time, maybe you will be able to understand who I am. At that time, you should think about it again and see if you should pay tribute to me. " Having said that, the mysterious Highness abandoned Ron, and he turned to look at Svensson: "After the children leave, they will forget everything that happened here, so you should know what to do, right? "

"Yes, Your Highness, when we traced to the entrance of the bedroom, we encountered resistance. The other party built a spiritual energy barrier very skillfully, and the last trace was destroyed." His Excellency Swenson replied with a smile.

Hey, Your Excellency, are you talking nonsense with your eyes open?

Ron blinked, and found himself once again standing in front of the living room and bedroom door. The young man looked around. His colleagues were still looking for possible remnants. Ling Guoer scratched the tip of her nose, And His Excellency Swensen turned to look at Inspector Lin Yunsu who followed him: "Inspector Lin, our pursuit has encountered resistance. The other side has built a spiritual barrier, and the last trace has been destroyed. We have not been able to confirm the identity of the murderer."

"Sure enough, the other party seems to be a guy who is proficient in psychics. This is our trouble, and it is also the trouble of the dead eye team." Inspector Lin Yunsu frowned.

Having said that, His Excellency Svensson took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and then put the cigarette case back in his pocket resentfully under the silent gaze of his colleagues.

"It really is a cunning hunter." Ling Guoer said so, and then she looked at Ron: "Ron, did you notice anything in the end?"

"What can I notice, I just remember that we watched the murderer enter the bedroom, we were walking in, and we came out in the blink of an eye." Ron said that he couldn't remember anything at all.

At the same time, a question formed in Ron's heart—it's really evil, who is this murderer.

"Team Lin, it's raining."

At this time, a reminder from a colleague came from outside the door.

Ron turned his head and looked out of the window. The raindrops outside the window fell on the green plants, hitting the leaves.

At the same time, I was also a little annoyed - the damn community management even took over the sky screen.

(End of this chapter)