Red Moon Returns

According to the practice of the official hunters in Rhine City, whichever of the two departments controls the investigation scene first has the priority to investigate. Now the Hall of Order obviously favors the rangers of this system. If they also find Donny's house, I am afraid that the experience of the newspaper office yesterday will be repeated, and it will be difficult to investigate again.

But now, the offense and defense are switched.

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

There are many policemen inside, but it is impossible to block the whole street, especially since there are only three rangers of the Soul-Distracted, and the others are all ordinary policemen. It is impossible to stop a Soul-Distracted with power level 3. The policewoman easily got into the encirclement from the blind spot of a group of policemen and walked into No. 32 Fox Lane with a swagger.

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

This area belongs to the scope that has been checked, so there is no need to worry about the police coming again in a short time, and you can investigate with peace of mind. So the two of them walked around the building and found that Door D was on the top floor. They didn't know how the house numbers were arranged.

Looking at the thick door of Room D, Lynch moved closer and didn't seem to sense any threat or oppression inside.

"You may not be able to sense it now, go in and see."

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

"Erosion can't be blocked, but perception can be blocked, and it's not based on a door, but the concept of 'enclosed space'." The police officer explained in a low voice, "The reason is too complicated and requires an expert in mysticism to explain. Simply put, this room is a closed area in 'concept', so the mystery is closed inside so that you can't perceive it, and it will only slowly penetrate outward. Only by opening the door and breaking the concept of the closed area can we detect whether there is mysterious filth inside."

"Before in Randall Why doesn't the house have such performance? "

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

"Hmm? I remember, it was the pressure I felt when I crossed the garden fence gate. Can something that is ventilated everywhere be closed?"

"Yes, there are doors and windows open in his mansion, so it is open in concept. This concept continues to the yard, and is finally blocked by the closed concept formed by the wall and the fence gate. As long as they are walls and doors in concept, it's fine."

"I see, then I can only go in and take a look."

Lin Qi nodded and watched the police officer turn the handle. Of course, the door was locked and couldn't be opened.

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

Lin Qi lifted the doormat in front of the door with a glimmer of hope, and opened the mailbox at the door. Unfortunately, he found nothing except the newspapers stuffed in it.

The last hope was the milk box. Lynch prayed to the gods several times in the true sense, and then he carefully reached out his hand. Then he found that the policewoman took two hairpins and poked the door twice, and the door lock clicked.

At the same time, she was looking at him with a puzzled look, as if asking: What is this person looking for?

Lynch rolled his eyes, protected the policewoman in front of him, raised his cane with one hand, pulled out a pistol with the other hand, and then poked his head out from her side.

"You are forbidden to shoot when I am in front of you, no, and I am also forbidden to shoot when I am behind you."

The policewoman also raised her sword to protect the front and carefully pushed open the door.

Lynch's mind was filled with countless scenes of opening the door to kill, which frightened him. Fortunately, there was no monster inside.

What rushed out was a huge sense of terror that rushed in front of him, and the pressure that was so strong that it was almost materialized hit the soul directly, making the two feel a sense of chest tightness and suffocation.

The faces of the two people became ugly at the same time, but the policewoman quickly dodged and got into the door.

Lynch followed after a moment of hesitation, and squeezed into the house before the policewoman closed the door.

Don't run, I still need you as a shield.

Even though she was under great pressure, Officer Natalie still returned an elbow strike: "Don't make trouble, come in and work, find things, it may be dangerous, the senses are at least equivalent to the descending level of strange objects, be careful, don't leave my side."

"Yeah."

Lynch's eyes have begun to patrol the room, a very ordinary single apartment, not even a suite, with a bedroom inside and a living room outside, and even no bathroom and kitchen.

His eyes quickly passed over every object, all in their proper positions, and no abnormalities were found. The only abnormality was the huge sense of oppression brought by the filth, which was coming out from every object, constantly squeezing the spirits of the two.

'Ms. Luna, what's going on, why do I feel that every one of them is a mysterious strange object. '

[The mysterious filth is entangled on every object, which gives you a serious illusion. ]

'Does it mean that they are all ordinary objects, and the filth is just stained? Can it be so exaggerated just by being touched? ’

[Yes, Lynch, this means that a slightly higher concentration of mystery has appeared in the room. ]

‘Is it your slightly higher concentration or our slightly higher concentration. ’

[It’s mine, so please be careful. ]

“So please be careful.”

“No wonder.” Officer Natalie exhaled, her heart pounding. “Is it because he was immersed in this concentration of filth, and may have even come into direct contact with the source? I’m not surprised why Donnie died. The only thing I’m surprised about is why he died yesterday. He shouldn’t have lasted even a day, at most eight hours.”

Lin Qi no longer cared about the feeling of sympathy. 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 two circles.

He only felt a huge pressure everywhere, but there was no clear source.

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

"No, the concept of a box is always a container and an object. It is impossible to become a 'region' and 'space'. Even a sealed box cannot seal the mysterious and filthy induction. It is not as good as a house with air leaks on all sides. This is a conceptual difference."

"That's strange. It is said that such a strong source of filth should not be ignored by me even if it is hundreds of kilometers away. How could it be absent?"

Lin Qi frowned and sat down on the bed, his hands on his chest, and his puzzled eyes repeatedly patrolled the entire room.

The police lady did not urge him. She stood quietly beside Lin Qi, holding the hilt of the sword, and vigilantly paid attention to any unusual movements around her.

"Maybe... this situation may mean that the source of the filth has left the room, leaving only a room full of pollutants, just like Martha's ring." Lynch tapped his arm with his fingers, thinking over and over again, "But Donnie's note clearly said that he hid the photos at home. Did he change his mind and take the photos away later? Or did someone else come in again? Or is the source not the so-called "those photos" at all? No, it's meaningless to just think about it. We must first find a way to find the photos, if they are still there."

Where, where, where.

Lynch realized that real search work is a very professional technique, which is not something he can master by watching a few movies. The room is not big, but when he wants to find something, he finds that it can be hidden anywhere, but he can'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 use my strengths.

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

'Ms. Luna, is there any way for me to be more discerning about the concentration difference of mysterious filth? This perception is too rough now. I hope to be able to identify more subtle changes in concentration. ’

[Yes, remote sensing is not as good as intuition, use your body to sense directly. ]

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