Abnormality comes, my right hand peels off everything

He killed someone again.

Brother Pingtou ran out of the community all the way. He didn't even have time to pay attention to the road surveillance. He forgot the mask he left at the woman's house and was so confused.

But every time the image of several people dying in front of him flashed in his mind, and he recalled the delicate and fragile feel of the woman's white jade arms, he felt a strange emotion in his heart.

A mere ordinary person was like a fragile clay doll in front of him.

Why should he feel sorry for the weak?

"That person couldn't even last until he was conscious, so why should I blame myself?"

"Yes, the weak prey on the strong. Those who kidnapped me gave me strength. They could easily kill me, and of course I can kill others too!"

"I blame myself for showing mercy to the dead, so when I die, who will mourn for me?!"

In just a few minutes, Brother Flathead seemed to have convinced himself, his trembling body gradually stabilized, and his steps were no longer panicked.

Only then did he realize that he was full of flaws, so he could only buy a mask and a sweatshirt in a hurry to cover up his figure.

He fled blindly all the way, and when he passed the highway, he suddenly discovered that there were checkpoints there, and he immediately gave up the idea of ​​running to other provinces.

“After the transformation, the speed is not fast enough. It seems that I can only find a place to hide for a while.

But the escape just now was too hasty. They should be able to find it easily, so it would be safer to go around in a circle. "

After a little hesitation, the flat-headed brother turned around and hurried on. From a high altitude, you could see that this guy was preparing to make a big detour and pass through tall buildings from time to time.

The urban area of ​​Fog City is very deep. It is very likely that one person is above the head and the other is below. The two people are still hundreds of meters apart in the same position. It is really difficult for the police to catch people if they really want to run away.

Mo Zhou and others followed him all the way, but their expressions were a little strange.

"Just now I was thinking about how the simulator was going to trick him, but it was quite simple."

I don't know which side of the simulator's cognitive distortion, the direction he ran away happened to be the location of another investigation team, not the team that Bones had previously found!

However, this had little impact on Mo Zhou. After sending a few messages to Dahuang, he also roughly understood the other party's information:

"There are twenty people in total, five teams, with an ordinary team configuration. Logically speaking, this guy can't beat him. Does the simulator really want my help?"

To this day, he still can't figure out whether the cognitive distortion of the simulator is real-time calculation or serious prediction. After all, there is a difference between rubbing the future and predicting the future.

In this regard, Mo Zhou was prepared to stand still.

Every time the simulator is used, it is an experiment. If Brother Flathead's condition does not affect his plan, he will not take action. Otherwise, he can only intervene.

At least if you follow the script, it's impossible for this thing to go against you.

Just like that, not long after Brother Flathead ran, he passed by a car.

But coincidentally, the car suddenly rear-ended the car in front, and the chain reaction directly caused several cars to collide and block the road.

In a few cars behind, the investigation team that had just finished investigating the location of a crime was preparing to go to the next place to look for clues. At this moment, they encountered a traffic jam and couldn't help but frown:

"Why are we so unlucky today? This traffic accident couldn't have been caused by someone blocking us, right?"

"It shouldn't be the case. Who can be so calculating? It's probably just an accident."

"Wait a minute, do you think the man on the street below is a little strange? He's wearing a mask and a hat, and he doesn't even take off the sweater tags he's wearing?"

I don’t know if it was a flash of inspiration or professional sensitivity, but one of them accidentally caught a glimpse of the flat-headed brother below and felt something was wrong.

As the man spoke, he picked up the telescope and took a look. He found that this guy's clothes were very new, but there were a few wall dust stuck to his body. Although he was walking, he was walking very fast, and his eyes were looking around from time to time.

Seeing this, this member yelled directly:

"Isn't this an obvious guilty conscience? There must be something wrong!"

The others quickly took a look when they heard this. After hearing this, the team leader in the back row looked at the map keenly and flipped through the internal group news:

"Don't rush to a conclusion, I'll look at the situation of other teams first.

We don't care about cats and dogs, but there are too many abnormal cases happening at the same time today, and they are probably organized crime.

The group of people suspected of being from [Armor Warrior Sect] are either seeking revenge or stealing wealth, like a dog jumping over a wall in a hurry. "

The team leader quickly rummaged through the group for information shared by each team, and suddenly saw Brother Flathead's photo and several surveillance videos in a suspect file.

Thinking of the other team's investigation direction, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes:

"Isn't that guy walking a little bit hunched just now?"

"yes."

"Coming from the west?"

"yes."

"Are the pants brown and green casual pants?"

"It seems so."

"Are you used to putting one hand in your pocket?"

"I didn't notice, but he didn't have a mobile phone in his hand. I noticed that his left wrist was slightly white but he didn't have a watch... Damn it!"

"Fuck, chase!"

"yes!"

The team leader gave an order and shared the news directly with several team leaders in the car behind. Then he picked up his helmet and quickly got out of the car.

"You two go and outflank the brothers from other groups, and let the nearby police pay attention to that guy!

Remember to keep the noise down, damn, no matter how hard the foggy road is, we can't let this kid run away! "

"yes!"

"Tactical team, quick, quick, hook lock!"

"Coming, coming!"

The tactical team in another car opened the box in a hurry as soon as they got off, took out a cylindrical prop, aimed at the roof below and shot out a hook, then opened the magnetic suction and rope at the end and fixed it on the electric pole!

Seeing this, several people directly took out the ring from the box and buckled it, and jumped down from the sky without saying a word!

Unlike the investigation team outside, the depth of the foggy city allows everyone to always have this kind of prop, but it can only reduce some of the terrain problems.

It’s a pity that even if the movement here is restrained, even if the flat-headed brother is already two or three hundred meters away, he will flee when he hears the movement of the crowd.

"Others chase, the tactical team’s drone will quickly survey the terrain and plan the route!"

"Yes!"

At this time, the team leader of this team immediately took a detour to chase, and another team leader directly requisitioned a bicycle and rushed to his death.

Little did they know that someone was silently watching their performance in the air.

"Dividing the enemy... Is the simulator going to let him escape death like this? But what's the point if we don't take the opportunity to kill him?"

The two parties chased and fled, and the investigation team quickly formed a trend of encirclement. Under the guidance of the vague guidance, they finally forced the flat-headed brother back to the crowd and blocked him in a nearby abandoned construction site.

"Stop! We will shoot if you run again!"

The members of the investigation team calmed down their breathing slightly, looked at the flat-headed brother who was not blushing and his heart was not beating, and quickly raised their guns to let the other party surrender, and whispered to their comrades:

"This damn guy is quite fast.

See how long it will take for the others to come, and let them find a few sniper points nearby.

The previous team in the underground garage was probably at a disadvantage because they didn't have a point."

"Yes!"