Blue and White Society

  Chapter 481 Mysterious white paper

   Master Gou laughed out loud after hearing Mo Poor's explanation.

   This is a photo taken by Mo Qiong when he was just able to pretend to be a bird and learn to fly in his early years.

   The Blue and White Society will not let go of such clues. There are a lot of similar strange phenomena and unusual experiences from the intelligence department.

  Peripheral personnel and members of the club also often openly and unannounced visits to these incidents. The Sanqingshan Dapeng incident was carefully investigated by the Lanbai Club at the time, and no one lied. They really saw it.

   And after searching for so many years, I haven't found even a hair. Unlike some incidents, it can be quickly discovered that it was a prank or a natural phenomenon.

  So this file was brought up again and again, and there was no reasonable explanation in the agency, so this matter will not give up and continue to investigate.

   "Well, it turned out to be you, the case was solved and the case was solved."

   Lord Gou asked what happened, and after knowing that it was Mo Poor who used his ability to fly after chasing traffickers, he went to the Containment Department Building to close the case.

  As for the confidentiality level of the answer, it is directly gamma level, because it is related to secret weapons.

Lord Gou asked about Mo Poor's early years, and after learning that the treasure where the Nightmare Woodcarving was located was found by Mo Poor on purpose for money, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "You have great abilities, come on, take a look." This information."

  Mo Poor took the information and learned about a mysterious case that happened more than half a year ago, and it was also the last case Mr. Gou dealt with before becoming his partner.

  In the suburbs of San Francisco, a finger was found in a barrel of beer in a small town bar, so the police tracked down and found body tissues one after another nearby.

   Finally, it took two days and two nights to find all the flesh and bones of a person in an area within a radius of fifteen kilometers.

  That person was broken down into two thousand parts, and each part was equal in weight!

  The corpses were in various places within a diameter of fifteen kilometers, on the road, in the trash can, on the grass, in potted plants, hanging from tree branches, on school curtains, on church crosses...

  Hundreds of them were found in the homes of people in small towns, in the refrigerator, under the bed, in drawers, in books...even in the pockets of people's clothes.

Mo Poor let out a breath and said, "This is too weird. It should be a containment object. If a murderer can break down a person into two thousand parts, and each part is 37.5 grams, this is already extremely difficult. How much trouble is it to hide a copy in different places, even in someone else's home or on their person?"

Lord Gou lit his cigarette and said, "I checked the identity of the deceased. This person is a big drug lord in San Francisco. However, I checked all the beneficiaries after his death. There is no problem. The person who killed him didn't follow him at all. gain any advantage in death."

   "Maybe it's to help a friend?" Mo Poor said.

"The scope is too large, involving tens of thousands of people. If you count the harm caused by his ice sales, it will involve hundreds of thousands of people! It is impossible for me to bring people to hypnotize everyone. I have selected a few important ones. After careful investigation, hundreds of people were involved, but nothing was found. Until now, the peripheral personnel in charge of this case have not made any progress. It seems that the holder of the containment object is no longer used. "Gao Ye said.

   Mo Poor frowned, this kind of containment crime is the most difficult. Because the holder is quite wretched, or the characteristics are extremely secretive.

   There is no doubt that people may not need to show up at all, so they take other people's lives in the air.

   "However, there is an important clue. When I checked all the belongings of the deceased, I found that there was something in the deceased's life, but it disappeared after death." Lord Gou said.

  Mo Poor hurriedly asked: "What? It is very likely that it was taken away by the murderer."

  Master Gou immediately connected with Mo Poor and shared an image, which was someone's memory picture. In the picture, the deceased walked into the restaurant and sat down. He took out a piece of paper and a pen, as if he wanted to write something.

   "This pen?" Mo Poor asked.

   "No, to remember this piece of paper. This is the memory of his younger brother. An hour before the murderer died, he wanted to write something, but I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find this piece of paper."

   Mo Poor frowned and said, "This is just a blank piece of paper, so it's not easy to locate."

"Yes, he was sitting on the seat, holding a pen but hesitated repeatedly. Note that he may have been writing, but there was nothing on the paper. Then he disappeared while going to the toilet in that restaurant, and you will know after that, he His disappearance is actually broken down." Lord Gou said.

  Mo Poor closed his eyes, trying to distinguish the details of the card as much as possible.

  Indeed, if you only look at the paper, that person seems to be thinking over and over again, without writing anything. But if you look closely at the pen, the tip of the pen actually touched the white paper, and even seemed to outline a few letters, but it was not displayed on the paper.

   "This may be an invisible pen, or simply the white paper is a container, and only the holder can see the writing!"

As he said that, Mo Poor suddenly blissfully said: "We should jump out of the motive, maybe he died simply because he didn't do anything! Maybe he had to use that piece of paper for something, but for some reason, he didn't do that, or didn't do it It was over, so it was killed by the contained object!"

  Master Gou exhaled smoke and said, "Perhaps, there are many possibilities, but no matter what, we must find that piece of paper, otherwise it's pointless to guess."

  However, from the perspective of outsiders, it is a blank sheet of paper!

   Lord Gou looked at Mo Poor expectantly and said, "Can you lock it?"

  Mo Poor held a coin and murmured, "It seems to be...Brow..."

   As he spoke, he flicked his fingers suddenly, and the concealed bomb flew up suddenly, flying more than ten meters away, and it was still flying in one direction before exhaustion.

   Lord Gou excitedly said: "It's done! Awesome! You can also locate the blank paper!"

Mo Poor said: "It's not blank paper! I'm just guessing that there are actually words written on that paper, but we can't see it. I made up the four letters brow in the position outlined by the deceased's pen tip, which is based on the deceased's pen tip." The sliding trajectory was simulated, and it really succeeded!"

   Different creatures have different worlds in their eyes. If Mo Poor's eyes are not human eyes, and the world he sees is different, isn't it possible to locate the corresponding substance? It's fine, just like he can lock the red man behind the wall with a thermal imager.

   It can be distinguished from human eyes, that is not a red light person, but just an ordinary person.

  In the same way, a piece of white paper is pure white in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of the deceased, you may be able to see the words you wrote. As long as Mo Poor imagined the appearance of writing on that piece of paper, he could still lock on the target even if it was actually blank in his eyes.

  In short, what Mo Poor locks on is what the deceased sees, not what Mo Poor himself sees. But what they saw was actually the same thing.

   "Very good! Let's set off immediately to track down that piece of paper!" Master Gou threw the cigarette **** away.

  The two boarded the boat. Mo Poor reset the coin and threw the GPS instead. They just tracked it on the boat according to the signal.

   A few days later, they arrived in San Francisco.

  The signal shows that the target is in an apartment building, Room 1001.

   "The glass is broken, and the snake has been alarmed, act now!" Mo Poor said.

   "Be careful!" Master Gou hurriedly said when he saw that he had rushed upstairs.

   "I'm going to die, recover my body as soon as possible." Saying this, Mo Poor has quickly reached the tenth floor.

  They can't wait to find out the identity of this family member slowly, and formulate some routine to attack this apartment directly.

   "Boom!" Mo Poor jumped out of the window in the corridor, stepped on a volley, came to the window and broke in.

  A black man lay startled in bed, having woken up with a shattered glass.

  Was sleepy-eyed, and saw someone knocked open the window and jumped in from outside the window.

   "Fake! This is the tenth floor!"

   This black man was obviously not a good stubble, he took out a pistol from under the pillow and pointed it at Mo Poor.

   "Kneel down!"

   Hearing the black man roaring, Mo Poor was not in a hurry to act, his eyes quickly scanned the room, and soon found a square white paper under the bed, which seemed to be thrown there casually.

  Just as Mo Poor was about to walk over, he saw a shirtless black man jumping off the bed and shouting, "Don't move! If you move again, I'll shoot you!"

   As he spoke, he pointed his gun at Mo Poor, and walked around to the window in doubt. Looking at the aluminum alloy window frame that was directly smashed open, and the drop that was as high as ten floors outside, he couldn't help being dumbfounded.

   "How did you get in?" The black man had a question mark on his face, seeing that Mo Poor didn't have any climbing equipment.

   "The **** yellow-skinned monkey asked you something!"

   "Kang lang lang lang..." Mo Poor's hands popped out like lightning, and there was a crash, and the parts of the gun were scattered all over the ground.

  The black man watched dumbfounded as the gun in his hand was dismantled in front of him, and he stuttered: "Fafa...ke!"

  Without robbing, he also lost confidence, feeling that Mo Qiong was not easy to mess with, so he turned his head and ran away.

  However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Mr. Gou standing there in a big and thick manner, holding a stout rifle.

   "Hey! There must be some misunderstanding! I have never caused trouble in Chinatown!" The black man was stunned, and stepped back with a smile, sweating profusely.

  Master Gou walked in with a cigarette in his mouth, and said, "Lie down, I'll say whatever I ask you."

  The black man lay on the ground without saying a word, and his movements were extremely skillful.

   "Do you know Brown?" Mo Poor asked, because the last thing the deceased wrote on the paper, brow, if he didn't finish writing, he probably wanted to write brown.

   "Huh? I know more than a dozen Browns, who are you talking about?" the black man asked in confusion.

   Mo Poor frowned, pointed to the piece of paper under the bed and asked, "Where did this come from?"

  The black man shook his head and said, "I have no impression, maybe it's the waste paper that fell from eating pizza? By the way, who are you guys?"

  Mo Poor ignored him and motioned him to pick up the piece of paper.

  Seeing that the black man did so honestly, he looked at the piece of paper in astonishment: "Huh? There was no writing just now!"

   Mo Poor's eyes lit up. Sure enough, the holder could see the words. He hurriedly asked, "What did you write?"

  Black said: "Many people's names, the last Matthew Franklin...is my name. Heart is burnt? What do you mean?"

   After speaking, the black man's eyes widened again, he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, touched his heart, and his face was full of horror.

   "Is there a brow?" Mo Poor asked.

   "Yes, here..." Black Matthew tremblingly pointed to somewhere on the white paper.

   Mo Qiong understood, that was where he made up the handwriting of the deceased, that is to say, he made up a part of the paper and successfully locked the paper.

   It's as if he can lock a person only by identifying the characteristics of a person's nose.

   "How many names in total?" Mo Poor asked.

   "A lot!" The black man said in a daze.

   "What did you want to say just now?" Mo Poor asked.

  The black Matthew shook his head and didn't say anything.

  He scratched his hair, looked crazy, then calmed down, pointed to the place where Brown's name was on the paper, and said, "The name you said, start another line after it, and the new name starts from here."

   As he spoke, he pointed to the beginning of the blank area below Brown, as if there was a brand new name there.

   "Did something happen to your heart?" Mo Qiong said calmly.

  The black man didn't speak, Mo Poor went directly to touch his heart, and then he was shocked to find that he had no heartbeat...

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   p.s: Sorry.

  (end of this chapter)