Practice origin column

Chapter 65
Look at the patterns on the virtual screen on your wrist.

Sikong and the others were so clear that they could even see the slight expressions on their faces.

The plainclothes policeman's teeth burst out, and the overall situation is under control, and the joy of winning thousands of miles away.

"It turns out that this is the taste of power."

The plainclothes policeman stretched his hands, as if holding the whole world.

"Number Feng-2308, what's the situation, we can't get too close to the bait."

Suddenly, a sound came from the contact device in the ear.

The plainclothes policeman looked at the pattern fed back by the tracker, and was full of confidence: "Everything is under control, all I need is an order—"

'Puff! '

Words, stop.

The virtual screen on the plainclothes policeman's wrist suddenly went black, a green signal flashed, and finally, a blood-red exclamation point appeared.

'The tracking device is damaged and the object cannot be identified'

"impossible!"

The plainclothes police officers screamed, raised their voices, and even used the contact device to pierce the eardrums of other police officers.

"No, something happened!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry to the bait!"

The faces of the other police officers changed drastically. They didn't know that something was wrong, and they rushed to the bait without thinking about pretending.

When the plainclothes police officer arrived, looking at the scene, his vision almost went dark and he fainted.

On the side of an old asphalt road, Scar's chest was caved in, hanging on a tree branch, looking like he was taking in more air than he was out.

Talkative, lying alone on the road, his eyes glaring at the sky, his hands facing straight, as if he wanted to choke the throat of fate.

And Shuotou grabbed the ground with his head, stuck upside down in the field beside the road, his legs struggled and grew wantonly.

As for Mu Xin and Yin San, they looked as if their hearts were dying, they were powerless and limp on the ground.

This is, what a tragic scene of defeat!

The tragic air rushed over.

The police officers who rushed over were shocked, and subconsciously slowed down.

"It's over, it's over..."

The plainclothes policeman walked over to Huabao's 'corpse' in a daze, but unexpectedly Huabao suddenly sat up, and the plainclothes policeman stepped back a few steps in fright, grabbing the weapon desperately.

"Lure, where's the bait?"

The plainclothes policeman asked resolutely.

"I was captured by the murderer. My miserable brother! He is about to be quartered at such a young age! Damn it!"

The chatterbox was very sad, and cried loudly: "If you want to kill, then kill...Brother Dao! Why are you embarrassing my confidant!"

Sikong, who was taking in more air than he was exhaling, suddenly coughed violently and fell from the branch, clattering on the roadside.

The plainclothes policeman lost his focus and fell to the ground, looking at the tragic battle scene in a daze, muttering in his mouth: "How is it possible, how is it possible, how could the tracking device be damaged."

…………

"This tracker made of artificial human skin is really good."

The gallop was like lightning, and a gust of wind passed by his ears, blowing Sikong's messy hair.

The surrounding scenery moved backwards at an extremely fast speed.

Sikong has perfectly mastered his own strength, and his speed is as high as Mach 1, reaching the limit speed of a one-dimensional micro-chord intermediate level.

Soon it was on a national road.

Sikong held the tracker in his hand. The tracker, which was supposed to be uploading information all the time, fell into a strange silence at this moment.

Even the kinetic energy device at its core was frozen and unable to operate.

"Unfortunately, the use of bio-communication technology is my weakness, and I can't learn from it."

Under the strong wind, Sikong Xuemei's eyes slowly rotated, adding an enchanting aura to him.

'call……'

A traffic suspension train passed the national highway, Sikong suddenly accelerated and stuck to the train.

Sikong turned around and saw a figure chasing him from a distance.

"As expected of Diya, you have discovered all of this. However, you were the one who didn't expect to come."

Wang Yongquan looked at the levitating train disappearing in the distance and smiled coldly.

"You really have a problem."

Holding his earlobe, Superintendent Wang was about to contact others when suddenly his movements froze.

There was a trace of scarlet in his eyes, and he recalled that day in the interrogation room, because of Sikong's rebelliousness, he was actually punished by You Pingwei.

Even, under confinement.

"An ordinary person dares to contradict me? I don't know how many one-dimensional ants have been killed!"

Wang Yongquan grinned ferociously, turned off the ear bone contact device, and disappeared in place in an instant.

With his departure, the green vegetation around him seemed to be taken away from its vitality, and suddenly withered and declined.

Even the beast hundreds of meters away, there is only a white skeleton left without a trace of flesh and blood.

This is the real place where there is no grass and no life.

Following the bustling crowd, Sikong got off the train.

Shaking his clothes, Sikong seemed to be a different person.

Wearing a black top hat, carrying a suitcase, and a tall and straight embossed sweater, he has a more approachable temperament.

As for the original owner of this outfit, he was still asleep in a certain grass on the road when the train came.

Lifting his top hat, Sikong walked out of the station.

Passing by the noisy street, Sikong looked at some dilapidated iron gates in front of him.

Behind the iron gate, there is a residential area with yellowish buildings and withered yellow leaves.

"Hello, is this Ms. Liu Fang's home?"

With a warm smile on his lips, Sikong looked at the person who opened the door politely.

The man who opened the door looked at Sikong suspiciously: "Who are you?"

Sikong nodded, and unhurriedly took out a paper document from the suitcase: "I am the fourth member of the Xingdiya Bureau."

Before the man had time to look at the paper documents, he saw Sikong enter the room with one step.

At the same time, he quickly took back the documents in his hand.

The room is not big, and the ceiling has fallen down, revealing an ant-hill-like cover.

On the dinner table, wisps of sour gas wafted from the leftovers. There was little oil and water, and most of them were broken branches and leaves that no one wanted in the market.

The grade of home appliances is still a hundred years ago, and there are even rats chirping in the house from time to time.

However, in the center of the house, there is a mourning hall.

The joss sticks are as big as a baby's arm, enshrining fresh melons and fruits, and the photos on the mourning hall have been wiped so that no dust falls.

It looks out of place with other things in the house.

Sikong glanced at a knelt down futon under the mourning hall, then turned to the man and said, "The deceased, Ms. Liu Fang, must be your mother."

The man pushed Sikong past impatiently and protected the mourning hall. Seeing Sikong's expensive clothes, the corners of his eyes twitched: "What are you doing? Emperor Ya?"

"It's been five years, a full five years! You Diya haven't found the murderer yet, and you keep telling me to keep quiet, keep quiet!"

"Correct."

Sikong nodded, and took out a stack of Ziwei coins from the suitcase: "Don't say anything. This is a hush money. Forget about your mother's death, and forget about this case."

"You want me to forget!"

The man's jaw was broken, and he grabbed Sikong's clothes, his eyes were red, and the saliva on his teeth stretched: "You Emperor Ya is impatient, you can't catch the murderer, you want to erase the traces of the case, and you want me to forget?!"

"no way!"

Sikong smiled coldly, and casually dropped the Ziwei coin in his hand.

There was a dull sound, and the purple coin fell on the floor, as if it had fallen into the man's heart.

"Our Emperor Ya is doing things, what are you? If I hear something, heh..."

Sikong broke free from the man's hand, patted his wrinkled clothes, walked to the door, tilted his head sideways and said coldly, "Get lost, this residential area will be demolished soon."

'It worked! '

The door was slammed shut.

The man lowered his head and stood there silently.

Suddenly, he knelt down slowly and picked up a few photos that Sikong accidentally dropped.

In the photo, there are dismembered corpses in woven bags.

There are also many scenes where the police fangs are dispatched and they surround a courtyard with solemn faces.

Also, a compass-shaped mechanical device.

Seeing this, the man's furious mind fell silent.

"Who are you..."

(End of this chapter)