Chapter 177: Sorrowful Blood

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The blood-colored picture is intertwined with people and seats. Kemon saw a man wearing a peaked cap picking up a sharp knife in the stadium, lowering his head, and unable to see his face.
He bowed his head, muttering strange and vague words in his mouth.
The whisper that Kemon heard was from the man in the peaked cap, but his voice was not chaotic enough and not strong enough to have a very obvious impact on Kemon.
I saw the man in the peaked cap stabbed a red seat with a knife, and when the knife went down, blood was stabbed.
Once, twice, and three times, he stabbed faster and faster, and the red seat expanded like a wound, spewing out a lot of blood, and the blood flowed more and more, until it soaked on the ground of the stadium.
Feeling this, the picture disappeared.
The confused whispers did not affect Kemon, showing how strong the 256.5 resistance is.
Kemeng returned to the red seat again, looking at the surging blood, suddenly asked: "Team Luo, has this blood been taken for quality inspection?"
"Quality inspection has been taken. The blood component is human blood, with human hemoglobin and other substances, but the DNA inside is not human genes..." Luo Yuan shook his head.
"Well, let me take care of it. Can you avoid it temporarily? Give me half a minute." Kemon said.
Luo Yuan was stunned, "What are you doing?"
"Do an investigation, otherwise what else can you do." Kemon didn't say what he wanted to do.
Luo Yuan said something and so on, and asked his boss for instructions.
After a while, the director called Kemeng and asked him what he wanted to do.
"Cat." Kemon said only one word.
The Secretary realized that it was so.
Using the big-faced cat to directly check the information of the scarlet seat is indeed better than everyone's random guessing.
Now the Bureau of Investigation has not moved the red seat because the site still needs to be investigated and the integrity needs to be maintained to facilitate communication.
Kemeng’s method is very violent. He knows the seat information directly from the information level.
The more you know, the higher the probability of synaesthesia. People in the Bureau of Investigation secretly said this. The director agreed without much thought, but he also told Kemeng. When synaesthesia, you must take out a rational copy. If the situation is not good, just look at it. transcript.
Not long after, people in the gym are called outside, or called downstairs to wait.
Ke Meng let the glutinous rice and white granulated sugar stare at him, took a picture of the cat with a big face, and stared directly for 15 seconds.
Fifteen seconds later, he took the big-faced cat back into his scarf, and then carefully recalled the strange knowledge he had just acquired.
"Flesh Seat"
"The person sitting in the seat will be eaten by the seat, and their flesh and blood will become part of it."
"The flesh seat is currently in a damaged state and its function is lost."
The above is the knowledge of the seat, and then the blood flowing out of the seat, with additional explanations.
"Blood of Sorrowful Wind"
"Drink this blood, and my behavior gradually becomes sad."
Sad wind... Kemeng has a weird face, and the vocabulary given by the big-faced cat is quite spiritual. I didn't expect it to have this kind of vocabulary in its small dictionary.
Looking at the bleeding seat, Kemon reported the seat and the function of blood flow to the director.
The director said that he understood that he would send the information to every investigator who was investigating the case as soon as possible.
A minute later, the investigators in the stadium knew the function of the blood and the seats in the stadium.
"So, is there any connection between this blood and the event?"
"I guess what happened to the victim, eh, so find a seat to vent your anger?"
"It's okay, but we have to consider one thing. The information source on the Internet can't be found with our investigation bureau. This person really has something, not an ordinary criminal." Someone said.
Kemeng has worked in the Bureau of Investigation for a period of time, and he has already known that there is a special Internet item at the headquarters of the Bureau of Investigation, and the entire country is monitored by it.
"The communication network is different from the Internet," Kemon said.
"But now that the network is developing, the two have been connected..." Cheng Le said.
Kemeng didn't understand this kind of network principle, so he didn't want to. Based on the existing information, he could communicate quietly and deepen his feelings.
Slowly, strange images poured in.
The capped man stood in the middle of the stadium, blood spread all over the floor, he sang something loudly, as if calling something.
But the call of the peaked cap was unsuccessful, and many things were missing on the scene.
Without those things, the summoning will fail with great probability. The other party seems to have no knowledge in this area, and does not know how difficult it is to call without a direction.
The synesthesia picture ends here, but Kemeng did not give up.
Synaesthesia doesn't stop there. Just now Kemeng saw the knife and hat of the man in the cap.
Where did you buy the knife?
Where did you buy the hat?
These are the two things that impress Kemeng the most, because the impression is so deep that it can naturally communicate slowly.
In addition, Kemeng himself was at the scene of the murder, with an environmental bonus, and quickly found a sense.
If you change to an ordinary person, you will definitely not be able to use synesthesia like Kemun's eating and drinking.
Not long after, Kemeng saw pictures of two online stores. These two items were online shopping products.
After taking a look at the time, Kemeng uploaded the information that he had just felt to him.
There is a specific time and a store name, as long as the person who placed the order is locked.
The above said that he attaches great importance to it, and immediately sent the message to the headquarters for further investigation by that Internet tool.
After a while, Kemeng got new news.
I have found it, and he is an ordinary office worker living on the eighteenth floor in a community in Whale City.
According to the location given above, Kemeng immediately led the people over.
In order to protect Kemeng’s safety, the three investigation teams accompanied Kemeng to a certain community.
When we arrived at the community, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, and the night was dim, covering this quiet community.
Kemeng found that the lights on the eighteenth floor were not turned on, and did not know if the owner was in the house.
In the community, the street lights are glowing with cool lights, and some children are carefree in the garden, seemingly not feeling abnormal.
The soldiers carefully dispersed these unsuspecting people. UU read www.uukanshu.com and Kemeng had led people into the elevator.
There were twelve people in the three groups. Everyone squeezed into a freight elevator in the complex and clicked on the 18th floor.
With a hum, the elevator slowly climbed from the -1 floor, beating word by word.
After some time, the elevator jumped from the 17th floor to the 18th floor.
With a ding, the elevator door opened and there was a dark aisle outside.
Stepping into the aisle, the cold wind quietly stroked Kemeng's face.
Approach Room 1801, which is Room One on the 18th floor.
Everyone looked at each other, and a technician controlled the drone to fly out of the window on the eighteenth floor, lighting up the inside first.
As soon as the lights were turned on, curtains were hung on every window of the residents, and the drone could not capture the specific picture. I don't know what the situation is.
After thinking about it, Kemeng motioned for everyone to give way, then patted the scarf, and the chubby glutinous rice appeared.