The red moon returns

Chapter 57 The mysterious source (Standing on my head to read, please everyone)
  According to the practice of official hunters in Rhine City, whichever of the two departments takes control of the investigation site first will have priority in the investigation. Now the Department of Order is obviously biased towards the rangers of this system. If they also find the Downey family, I am afraid it will be repeated. It would be difficult to investigate what happened to the newspaper yesterday.

But now, the offense and defense are changing positions.

Lynch and Natalie smiled at each other, let Robert go, and then quietly slipped into Fox Alley.

There were a lot of police inside, but it was impossible to block off the entire street, especially there were only three Ranger soul-shifters among them, and the others were all ordinary police. It was impossible to stop a soul-shifter with level three power. The police officer easily slipped into the encirclement from the blind spot of a group of police officers, and walked into No. 32 Fox Lane in a swagger.

An old Victorian apartment building, three stories high, with a square stairwell in the middle leading to the top floor.

This area has already been investigated, so you don't have to worry about the police coming again in a short time, so you can investigate with peace of mind. So the two of them walked around the building and found that door D was actually on the top floor. They didn't know how the house numbers were arranged.

Looking at the thick door of Room D, Lin Qi moved closer, seemingly not sensing any threat or oppression inside.

"You probably can't sense it now. Let's go in and take a look."

"Huh? Can a door stop the erosion of mysterious filth?"

"Erosion cannot be blocked, but perception can be blocked, not by a door, but by the concept of 'enclosed space'." The police officer explained in a low voice, "The reason is too complicated and requires an occult expert to explain it. To put it simply It's that this room is a closed area in 'concept', so the mystery is sealed inside so that you can't perceive it. It will only slowly seep out. Only by opening the door to break the concept of a closed area can we detect whether there is any mystery inside. filthy."

"Why didn't you behave like this at Randall's house before?"

"Actually, there is, but you don't realize it."

"Huh? I remember, it was the pressure I felt over the garden fence gate. That kind of thing that can be ventilated in all directions can also be closed?"

"Yes, there are open doors and windows in his mansion, so it is conceptually open. This concept continues into the yard, and is finally blocked by the closed concept formed by walls and fence gates. As long as conceptually they are walls and Just the door.”

"I understand, then we can only go in and take a look before talking."

Lynch nodded and watched the police officer turn the handle. Of course, the door was locked and could not be opened.

This is a bit of a headache, but some people like to leave their keys at the door.

With a glimmer of hope, Lynch lifted the doormat and opened the mailbox at the door. Unfortunately, he found nothing except stuffed newspapers.

The last hope was only the milk box. Lynch prayed to the gods several times in a real sense, and then carefully reached out. Then he found that the police officer had taken two hairpins and poked them in front of the door twice, locking the door. There was a click.

At the same time, he was still looking at him with doubtful eyes, as if asking: What is this person looking for?
  Lynch rolled his eyes, protected the police officer in front of him, raised his cane with one hand, and drew his pistol with the other, and then poked his head out from her side.

"I forbid you from shooting when you are in front of you. No, I also forbid you from behind."

The police officer also raised her sword to protect the front, and carefully opened the door.

Lin Qi's mind was filled with countless scenes of opening the door to kill, which frightened him. Fortunately, there were no monsters jumping out.

What came out was a huge feeling of terror. The pressure was so strong that it was almost substantial and hit their souls, making the two of them feel chest tightness and suffocation.

Both of their faces turned ugly at the same time, but the police officer quickly ducked into the door.

Lynch hesitated for a moment and then immediately followed, and squeezed into the room before the police officer closed the door behind her back.

Don't run, I'm going to use you as a shield.

Even though she was under tremendous pressure, Officer Natalie still gave her an elbow in return: "Don't cause trouble, just work when you come in, look for things, it may be dangerous, the senses are at least equivalent to advent-level strange objects, be careful, don't leave me around."

"Hmm." Lynch's eyes had already begun to roam the room. It was a very ordinary single apartment, not even a suite. There was a living room outside the bedroom, and there wasn't even a bathroom or kitchen.

His eyes quickly passed over everything, and everything was in its proper place. No abnormality was found. The only abnormality was the huge sense of oppression caused by filth, which was emanating from everything, constantly squeezing the two of them. the spirit of.

‘Ms. Luna, what’s going on? Why do I feel like everything is a mysterious thing? ’

[Mysterious filth surrounds every item, causing you to have serious delusions. 】

‘You mean they are all ordinary items and the dirt is just stained? Can you be so exaggerated just because you're attached to it? ’

[Yes, Lynch, that means there was a slightly higher concentration of mystery in the room. 】

‘Is it a slightly higher concentration in your sense or a slightly higher concentration in ours. ’

【It's mine, so please be careful. 】

"So please be careful."

"No wonder." Officer Natalie took a breath and her heart was pounding. "Soaked in this concentration of filth, and maybe even directly in contact with the source, I don't wonder why Downey died. I The only strange thing is how he died just yesterday, he shouldn’t have been able to survive even a day, eight hours at most.”

Lin Qi no longer cared about the feeling of sympathy for the same disease. He began to move slowly in the room step by step, trying to find the source with inspiration. However, the room was not big, and he found nothing after going around twice.

I just feel huge pressure everywhere, but there is no clear source.

"Is my inspiration blocked? He put things in a sealed box?"

"No, the concept of a box is always a container and an object. It cannot be turned into a 'region' or a 'space'. Even a sealed box cannot seal the mysterious and dirty feeling. It is not as good as a house with air leakage from all sides. This is a conceptual difference. .”

"That's strange. Normally, I wouldn't ignore such a strong source of pollution even though it's hundreds of kilometers away. How could it not be possible?"

Lin Qi frowned and sat down on the bed, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked around the entire room repeatedly with doubtful eyes.

The police officer did not urge him, she stood quietly beside Lynch with the hilt of her sword pressed, paying close attention to any unusual movements that might occur around her.

"Maybe... this situation may mean that the source of the pollution has left the room, leaving only a room of pollutants, just like Martha's ring." Lynch tapped his fingers on his arm, thinking over and over again, " But Downey's note made it clear that he hid the photos at home. Did he change his mind later and take the photos away? Or did someone else come in again? Or the source was not the so-called 'those' at all. Photos'? No, there's no point just thinking about it, you have to find a way to find the photos first, if they are indeed still there."

Where where where where.

Only then did Lynch realize that real search work was a very professional skill that he couldn't master by watching a few movies. The room was not big, but when he wanted to find something, he realized that it could be hidden anywhere, but he couldn't find it. But couldn't find it anywhere.

No, I'm not a professional criminal investigator. I can't use my hobby to challenge other people's professional skills. I must give full play to my strengths.

My strength is high inspiration, and what I am looking for is the mysterious source...

‘Ms. Luna, is there any way that I can better recognize the difference in concentration of the mysterious filth? This perception is too rough now, I hope to be able to discern more subtle changes in concentration. ’

[Yes, remote sensing is not as good as direct sensing. Use your body to directly touch it. 】

Um? Lin Qi's heart moved, he took off his gloves and pressed his index finger on the floor.

(End of this chapter)