Enchanter

Chapter 2 Ling Chi Scene ([-])

Conan Doyle coughed and didn't say much, but let Yin Hui continue to watch with concentration.

That person regained consciousness slightly, but the man in black quickly picked up a fishing net from the tool table next to him, and then wrapped it tightly around the body of the person who was hung up. The flesh on his body was spat out, like pieces of fish scales.

Yin Hui looked at him in confusion, not knowing what the hell he was doing.

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There was a sound of all collisions, and then a bright light flashed, flashing the screen for a while.

For some reason, Yin Hui felt that the light was not only flashing in the picture, but actually flashing in front of him.

Yin Hui's heart twitched for a moment, and then he continued to endure the strong disgust and continue watching.

The following scene shocked Yin Hui, the butcher's knife that shone with a terrifying gloomy light was scratched on the skin that protruded like fish scales, and then a large piece of meat fell off the skin, and a bead of blood gushed out. Spray on Men in Black Masked Black Clothes.

The masked man in black enjoyed the blood with his hands, then held it to his mouth and drank it.

Yin Hui was taken aback for a moment, it was really disgusting.

Then there was the second knife and the third knife. The man who was suspended struggled with all his strength, but the rope seemed to bind his life firmly, making him unable to escape.

Even breathing began to be a little difficult, and blood flowed out from his facial features, dripping dripping down, it was truly terrifying.

Yin Hui suppressed the nausea in his heart and continued watching.

A knife fell on the man. At this moment, the man looked like a blood vessel. A large amount of blood spewed out from his whole body, and even the screen was touched by his blood.

Yin Hui removed the video from his sight, stared closely at Conan Doyle and asked: "Where did you get this video from?"

Conan Doyle took a sip of coffee, seemed to calm his mind, and motioned Yin Hui to sit down.

Yin Hui also sat down, and then stared at Conan Doyle closely. Before she said the answer, it was impossible for him to turn his eyes away from her, as if turning his eyes away from Conan Doyle was about to Disappeared in front of oneself.

"This is a live broadcast in a QQ group." Conan Doyle said flatly.

"Live video in the qq group?" Yin Hui took a breath, and then had an expression of disbelief on his face: "Impossible, you lied to me, so many people saw it, why didn't anyone see it?" Come forward to stop it?"

Just after asking this question, Yin Hui felt a little regretful. Isn’t this obvious? Since it is a murderous operation, it must be in a place where no one can find it. Only the information provided in the video is still impossible for others to find this place. of.

I was too impulsive just now, so I asked this question.

"It seems that they don't even know where the crime happened." Yin Hui answered his own question and sat disappointed.

"No, all the netizens in the group know where it is, because that person explained the location of the murder during the live broadcast." Conan Doyle's expression was a little painful, and his facial features were extremely distorted due to excitement. Gritting his teeth, he took a sip of coffee to suppress his anger: "During the live broadcast, no one called the police. It wasn't until our Internet police discovered the perverted videos in the group that they called the police."

Conan Doyle smiled bleakly, and then looked at Yin Hui: "Do you know why this murder case was handed over to our incredible team?"

Yin Hui shook his head, then suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly opened the video to watch it.

Under the dim light, the shadow of the hanging person fell solidly on the ground, so real and profound.

But there was no figure of the masked man in black at all, and the bare concrete floor under his feet was covered with blood everywhere.

"No shadow?" Yin Hui was stunned for a moment: "In other words, this murderer is not human at all? But what kind of ghost is so resentful that he can kill so blatantly?"

Conan Doyle shook his head: "It's not a ghost, nor a human being."

"Not a ghost? Not a human?" Yin Hui was stunned: "Then what is this?"

"It's not clear yet. If he is a human, he has no shadow at all, so he can't make sense, but if he is a ghost, he will definitely not be used to leave an image on the video. Although he can let us see him, but through It was impossible for the camera to let others see him."

Yin Hui took a breath, Conan Doyle's analysis was not unreasonable.

But what kind of existence is this thing that is neither ghost nor human?Yin Hui was blindsided for a moment.

Bang bang bang.

There was a knock on the door.

Yin Hui was startled, the knock on the door was so sudden.

"Please come in." Yin Hui said.

Several waiters walked in from the door, took their orders and put them on the table in a gentle manner.

"Eat, I haven't eaten since I came out of the hospital." Yin Hui cleaned up his hands, then grabbed the chopsticks to feed his hungry stomach.

Conan Doyle frowned, as if wondering why he could still eat after watching the video just now.

Seeing Yin Hui's appetite, Conan Doyle also had an appetite, picked up chopsticks and took two simple bites.

"It seems that we have to think long-term about this matter." Conan Doyle looked at Yin Hui: "Yin Hui, do you think this person is familiar?"

Yin Hui nodded: "It is indeed somewhat familiar. But I guess the probability that these two people are the same person is not very high."

In fact, Yin Hui thought of the criminal officer when he first started, and he was very similar to the criminal officer, both in terms of figure and the means of committing the crime.

But after thinking about it, how could the criminal officer attack such civilians?After all, these people should have no grievances against him.

Conan Doyle shook his head: "No, this matter is probably done by Xing, so I promised to help you, the superiors have run out of patience with this matter."

"Superior? Do you still have superiors?" Yin Hui looked at Conan Doyle with some incomprehension. In his heart, the leader of the incredible team should be the core figure of the entire CIA. He never expected that he would have an immediate superior.

"Of course I have." Conan Doyle explained, "If I could cover the sky with one hand, I wouldn't risk my life in a place like this."

Yin Hui nodded, although there is a way, no one is willing to risk their lives to deal with these murderous demons.

"Yin Hui, I'm very sorry about what happened to the fortune teller last time."

Conan Doyle seems to know something about magic operators.

Thinking about it, the leader of the dignified inconceivable team, is there anything in the world that cannot be traced?

"Well, it's okay." Although he felt a little sad towards Conan Doyle in his heart, it was inconvenient to express it.

The atmosphere became a little dull for a while, and the two seemed to be speculating on each other's thoughts. In the small private room, there were only the sound of chopsticks colliding with dishes, and some heavy breathing from eating too fast.

Both of them were a little embarrassed, and wanted to find a topic as soon as possible to get rid of this embarrassing state.

For some reason, since the last incident between Yin Hui and Conan Doyle, that is, when Yin Hui said that he was willing to join the incredible group only if he stayed with her for one night, the two of them suddenly became sensitive. The layer of sensitive zone was uncovered, as if the minds of two people could be thoroughly seen through by the other party.

"Conan Doyle, where do you think we should start?" Yin Hui decided to bring up the topic of criminal cases. Although this kind of topic is not suitable for discussion at this time, it is indeed the safest topic.

"Oh, what I mean is, we should find out what common features these dead people have in common. Because these dead old men are all in every corner of the city, the murderer must have committed the crime not randomly, but premeditated. "