The red moon returns

Chapter 58 Mysterious Intuition (continue somersaulting for further reading, two chapters in one, one update today)
  Since remote sensing is not as good as direct sensing, then I will touch it directly with my skin. Is there anything more direct than this?
  But Lynch sensed nothing.

The ground can feel dirty, cold and rough.

Only subtle differences in mysterious filth are undetectable.

Lynch learned how to read memories in strange objects, let go of his consciousness, and feel the subtle differences.

At the same time, you adjust your mentality repeatedly, trying to focus all your awareness on your index finger, and let your index finger occupy all your perceptions.

But still only the temperature and feel are sensed.

Why, why can’t I tell the difference even though my inspiration level is high?

My neighbor has never lied to me. She said it was okay, but I didn’t find the right method.

How on earth am I going to be able to tell the mysterious difference.

I...huh?

Lynch suddenly raised his head and stared directly at Officer Natalie, making her a little worried that something had happened. Then he said to himself: "Where do we use the sense of mystery? It must not be the skin."

"Huh?" The police officer was also a little stunned. She thought for a while before replying, "I don't know about you, but most people use their souls, at least their consciousness, and definitely not their skin."

Yes, I come from a purely material world, and I don’t have this consciousness. In fact, whether it is intuition or direct contact, it is not limited to physical contact.

Direct contact with the body and induction with the soul is also a type of intuition.

Boom, the world of consciousness was shaken, the crimson full moon virtual image appeared from behind, the soul image appeared, and the soul had entered the most sensitive state.

The police officer who didn't know what was going on became more and more worried when she saw that he had even appeared as a ghost. She put her hand on Lynch's shoulder, but Lynch just patted the hand on his shoulder and turned around with a smile.

"Don't be nervous, I think I found a way."

"Ok?"

Press your index finger on the floor again, sink your consciousness into the soul image, let your soul and body merge into one, and use your soul to experience the mysterious filth that your body senses.

Breathe, breathe.

The next moment, a strange feeling came from the fingertips, and a filthy pressure spread through the fingertips into the depths of consciousness.

Phew, it really works.

This time, in addition to the sense of touch, there was also a mysterious and filthy oppressive feeling coming from the fingertips. It was very strong and very obvious. It was like an erupting flash flood that continuously impacted Lin Qi's soul, leaving him in a state of panic and confusion. When you are depressed, you must always control your emotions so as not to panic or even lose control of your behavior.

But precisely because of the obviousness, he could feel the subtle changes in the pressure. As the position of his fingers moved, the intensity of the filth could be clearly seen.

That's it, hehe.

Lynch smiled, looked back at Officer Natalie, and found that she was staring at Lynch's ghost in mid-air, dumbfounded, looking as if she was stunned.

"what happened?"

The police officer looked at Lin Qi with dull eyes, and pointed to the soul statue above his head with an expressionless face.

there is a problem? Lin Qi lowered his consciousness and focused on the soul image. Isn't this normal... huh? Why did the light spots in the power become three?
  Power, concealment, ability, mysterious intuition, direct perception of mysterious filth through physical contact, more sensitive to changes in filth, but the impact is also stronger.

The automatically understood information made Lin Qi's surprised soul image disappear immediately, and he stammered and asked: "What's going on? Why is there an extra person?"

The police officer's face was full of doubts about life, and she said in a rigid tone: "In addition to the two methods mentioned yesterday, there is actually another way to master abilities, which is to occasionally develop your own unique abilities. That is the most suitable way. The ability that best uses your own characteristics.”

I see, but what does this have to do with hiding?
  No, it is indeed relevant.

"I understand that concealment is not only about hiding oneself, but seeing through concealment is also part of concealment. Perceiving mysterious changes and thus discovering hidden targets is also within the scope of my authority. It seems that my understanding of authority is still too small. It’s superficial, this time it’s really an unexpected gain. But from this point of view, it is quite easy to master the ability. It is not as difficult as I imagined. I... What’s wrong with me? Why do you look like this? I remind you that murder is illegal. "

"Easy? I really want to beat you bastard. You know why I didn't say it yesterday, because the difficulty of developing abilities is too high and is not within the scope of normal considerations. Not only does it need to be extremely compatible with the soul image, but also only true Only by thoroughly understanding the capabilities can we make the most reasonable assumptions, and finally find the right method to successfully develop new capabilities.”

The police officer grabbed Lynch by the collar, blushed and lowered her voice and roared:
  "Being able to develop a new ability within five years of mastering a power is considered a genius. What about you, the first ability you just learned yesterday, damn it. How many people can't develop a new ability in their entire life? , you told me it was easy? Do you dare to say it again? Try it!"

"Don't dare." Lin Qi shook his head desperately, feeling that jealous women are really scary.

But he did guess why he could develop new abilities. Although he has just come into contact with divine power and concealment, his neighbor Ms. Luna has been able to control it for who knows how many years. It is impossible for any mortal to have a more thorough grasp than her. The reasonable suggestions she gives, combined with his own less rigid approach from a different world. It is not surprising that new abilities are developed using method assumptions.

"Hmph, you guy was born to become a soul shifter. I'm not angry. I should have gotten used to it a long time ago. I'm not angry at all." The police officer waved her fist angrily and finally calmed down and recalled the mission. He whispered, "Let's look for it together. You look for those photos and I'll see if there are any other clues. We don't have much time. They will probably find this place soon. I don't believe they will obey it honestly." The rules are waiting outside.”

"Okay." Lynch nodded and warned, "But don't move too much, and don't leave obvious signs of rummaging."

"Huh?" The lady police officer was stunned, but she looked at the blue uniforms and the rangers outside the window and smiled strangely, "I understand, it is wrong to wake others from their dreams."

With a tacit look in return, Lynch activated his new ability for the first time and stretched out his finger towards the room.

The perception is completely different. Before, I could only receive information from visual, tactile and olfactory feedback, but now I can directly sense it with my soul. The mysterious pressure is directly reflected in my consciousness through the contact of my fingertips, which is very obvious.

Okay, now you can distinguish the intensity changes.

No matter where the source of pollution is now, even if it is no longer here, its trajectory in the room can be calculated based on the concentration of pollution it left behind.

That's it, I'm coming to find you, Mysterious.

Return to the door and carefully touch each object with your fingers.

There was no obvious residue on the shoe cabinet, which was a good sign. It meant that he didn't put anything on the shoe cabinet when he changed his boots before leaving. He probably didn't take anything with him when he went out.

There are obvious residues on the desk, well, maybe he looked at the photos there, but there are no residues in the drawer, which means he didn't put them in.

Why is there such a strong residue on the bed, and the area is so large, almost covering the entire bed? Well, it's probably because he spread the photos on the bed and looked at them carefully. The number of photos is not just a matter of three or five.

Hiss, the concentration of filth on this wall is a bit scary. He must have used this place as a notice board. Everything is nailed up, which is easier to observe than putting it on the bed. However, the concentration is several times higher than on the bed. took too long, or did something else happen?

Bookcase...Officer Natalie, please give in. I will change the place quickly. It's okay. The concentration here is very light. Things have never been here. It's really strange. Bookcases are said to be the most suitable place for storing photos, as they are the most concealed. .

As he moved slowly, Lynch's mind gradually outlined the movement trajectory of the photo in the room. Reasonable inferences could be found in each trajectory. However, after searching the entire room, he still could not deduce the possible location of the photo.

No, I can't find a clue like this. I need to find a characteristic sign to determine its location. But its most obvious sign is that the concentration of pollution is high. Other than that, there are no other signs.

No, I understand. High concentration of filth is the biggest sign.

The whole house was stained with such a thick mysterious filth, it could only have been contaminated by it from the air.

So will it be like ordinary odor diffusion, the closer to the source, the higher the concentration of pollution?
  Donnie had been dead for several days, and if the things had been in the room, they had been there for several days. If this diffusion phenomenon was true, a few days should be enough time to make a discernible difference.

Yes, that's right, this idea should...

"Hurry up, they are going back."

Officer Natalie's reminder came from the window. She was holding a small bag with several items in her hand and was looking away from the outside.

"Give me a few more minutes, is it too late?" Lynch suppressed his excitement, "I think I'm going to grab its tail."

"It's too late, but as soon as possible. If you don't want to be discovered and let them be prepared, we have to allow time for evacuation."

"it is good."

Lin Qi squatted directly back on the ground, pressed his hands on the ground, and carefully felt the sensations coming back from two different directions. At the same time, he slowly moved his position. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and said excitedly: "It's true, light on the left and heavy on the right. It should be on the left."

Turn immediately, targeting the left side, use the same method to feel the concentration difference in each direction, and outline the direction of the pollution erosion based on the difference. Once several erosion propagation lines were identified, the situation immediately became clear, and all propagation directions pointed to the same point.

windowsill.

As soon as his fingers touched the window sill, a strong mental shock hit his face, making Lynch press his forehead and take two steps back, breaking out in cold sweat.

But the mood was full of joy, because unless the other person was throwing something out of the window, he shouldn't have taken the photo and put it on the windowsill.

What is needed now is this obviously abnormal performance.

"right here."

Lynch pointed to the window sill. There wasn't much there, just a few potted plants and a few wooden blocks underneath.

Could it be buried in the soil? Yes, many movies do this.

A flower pot is the best place to bury it.

Lynch quickly took a pen and dug it deeply into the soft soil.

But the feeling returned was completely normal, just ordinary soil, nothing unusual.

Damn it, isn't it? That's right, the size isn't right, and it's not a two-inch headshot, so it can't be buried in such a small flowerpot.

The blue uniforms outside the window had returned to the building next door, and someone was pointing in this direction. Lin Qi felt that the blood vessels all over his body were tightening, and his eager muscles were trembling.

I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry yet.

Think again, what was overlooked.

The difference in pollution on the window sill is no longer obvious, and it can no longer be judged as before, but there are only a few things here, and there is nothing to hide.

Lynch and Natalie worked together, lifting the flower pot one by one and checking the bottom of the flower pot.

It is true that some flower pots have a recessed area underneath, just enough to hide things, but these flower pots are the most ordinary ones, with nothing underneath.

That's right, they are all cushioned by wooden blocks. If there are any dents, they will already be... huh?

"block?"

The two people paused at the same time, looked at each other, and saw the joy on each other's faces.

Natalie immediately lifted a flower pot, and Lynch picked up the wooden block below and shook it.

The thick wooden block is solid and feels heavy in the hand, just like Lynch's mood at this time.

Put it back in place, and then pick up the skids under the second flower pot. The second and third pieces are always solid wood.

However, it wasn't until the fourth and last flowerpot was lifted that Lin Qi's eyes immediately changed as soon as he touched the wooden block.

It feels obviously light and airy in the hand, it is hollow.

With a strong sense of mysterious and dirty oppression, Lin Qi shook the red brick-sized wooden block, held both ends and exerted force, and the wooden block was pulled into two pieces. The two ends were connected together using a tenon structure, and the middle was It's hollow, with a bunch of photos inserted inside.

"that's it."

Lynch raised his fist and gave the police officer a light fist bump. Then he put the photo into the police officer's evidence bag and put the wooden block back.

I hope you don't get too happy when you discover this thing.

The two of them cleaned the room as quickly as possible, trying to erase the traces they left behind. Then they smiled at each other and quietly slipped out of No. 32.

The people in blue uniforms outside were still noisily investigating. They came in and out of a nearby building. The two of them took advantage of the gap and walked around to the side of the building. As soon as they hid inside, there was a burst of cheers from behind.

"Found it, 32D."

Then there was a burst of noisy footsteps and Walker's annoying voice.

"Well done, this time we took the lead again. Those losers from the Watch could only follow our carriage and eat horse manure. You guys have to cordon off the area and don't let in the 'miscellaneous personnel' from unrelated departments."

"Yes, sir."

"The rest of the people came in with me. We even moved the furniture this time. I don't believe that those losers who only follow us around can find anything again, hahaha, unless they can still be one step ahead of us. Otherwise, we in the city hall will definitely win this time, and those idiots sent by the royal family only deserve to be trampled under our feet."

"Oh~~"

(End of this chapter)