"Oh, who are these people?" She looked at several men in plain clothes, who were obviously the protagonists in the scene because the police were surrounding them.

This is the killing place on the eve of the previous night. As mentioned earlier, the first floor of this building is a store, and like many stores, a surveillance camera is pulled here. No matter what the idea was to install and set up the camera, now as long as the accurate network address is obtained, any hacker can hack it. The hacker only needs to control the camera to raise it a little bit to see the big room on the second floor. Through the window, the quality of this camera is very good.

Even the police did not expect someone to be watching them with a camera.

"It seems they can't find anything." She thought to herself. It's good to have a sister who is a policeman, that is, she is basically aware of all the methods of the police. Maybe Zhang Cheng doesn't understand, but she can understand it. There are still so many people walking around here, which itself means that this place still has great value. In other words, the police are still searching.

They did not conduct that careful inspection of the place, after all, this was a murder scene. At the murder scene, the police would not look for eavesdropping machines.

She hummed a song softly and activated a monitoring device with software.

After all, it is not uncommon to install cameras or monitoring devices in this kind of place. However, the leader of a gang is always alert to his subordinates, especially a woman. In this case, she may place some monitoring devices in some key locations that no one knows except herself. The secret of this monitoring will be hidden in her private computer.

"Boss, the wizard said that this should be a powerful voodoo spell, which is used to control cats." A sound sounded in the speaker, a bit ambiguous, but could barely hear it clearly. "Someone used this witch to control a tiger. He had heard of this spell but did not master the details. If you want to know the details, you probably have to go to his teacher."

"Who is his teacher?"

"A tribal wizard in the jungle of Africa." The reporter replied. "If you go to that country, you will have to fly at least one day, and you will have to go a long way after getting off the plane... If everything goes well, it will take a week to find someone."

"What do you think of that wizard?"

"I think he is just a nonsense liar, even a lunatic!" The person who spoke was unceremonious. "The evidence is that we found at least more than three hundred bullet shells here. These people were not completely attacked without any awareness. They discovered the enemy and fought it. It is impossible for a tiger to kill dozens of fully armed people. They have pistols, rifles and shotguns!"

"But they did find the tiger's footprints. How do you explain this reasonably?"

"Boss, I can't answer this question, I don't know."

"It's not just a tiger, but a wolf." The person who spoke was obviously a boss. "There is that video!"

The little girl stopped humming and pouted unhappily. Obviously, the camera was not only connected to the computer, but also included a storage function. Unfortunately, there was too little time. If she was given plenty of time, she would definitely be able to delete the video files completely. But it was really too late at that time.

Of course, it's not a big deal. The magician's outfit is a very useful thing, because with the cloak, top hat and mask, you basically can't find any characteristics. You can't determine the height, body shape and face. The same is true for skin color.

"That magician? If that's not a fake... it's a man wearing magician's costume and a soft voice, coming with a tiger and a wolf..." said his subordinate. "That wizard..."

"Where is that guy named Mis?" The boss obviously didn't plan to continue on this topic.

"The doctor has judged that he is completely crazy!" his subordinates replied calmly. "He needs at least three courses of treatment, each course takes a year. Even so, it cannot ensure that his mental state can recover. The doctor warns us that the best way is not to mention this matter again, so that he will spontaneously forget everything. Otherwise, he may relapse at any time. In addition, his words will not be adopted by any court."

"Do you think it's a court matter now?" The boss spoke very rudely. "Magic, do you know? Magic is really coming now. You don't know..."

The sound stopped, but on the video, you can see a new person walking into the room. An obviously higher-ranking official came. I don’t know if it was the police system or the FBI.

"What did the priest say before?" a new voice asked.

"He said this was a complete black magic." The boss just now replied. "He told us that an exorcist ceremony was required to wash away the traces of blasphemy here with holy water."

"What is the final conclusion of the on-site appraisal expert?"

"There are indeed tiger footprints here, but the tiger is probably fake, because no feline hair was found at the scene. Moreover, the tiger only bites one person to death, and even this is doubtful." The person who spoke was very direct. "Even a tiger, its claws cannot directly turn an adult man into pieces with one blow. They think this thing is likely to be caused by a special weapon. A long, heavy, and sharp claw weapon. Or simply use a big sword with both hands to cut up many times."

"Both handed sword? There is a gun on the other side!" The person who spoke took out something and signaled to others to show it. "Look at what this is?"

The others stopped talking. Obviously this was an irrefutable evidence, which directly shattered the fallacy of the "bigsword with two hands".

Of course, it's no big deal for the little girl, she knows the truth.

"Is that Indian wizard here?" said the person who may be a senior executive of the FBI.

"He was in the field in the wild," said a subordinate. "I was checking the details of the scene. But I found a way to get a little of his psychic potion and handed it over to our people for testing."

"What are the test results?"

"Although the raw materials are unknown, the main component that can be judged as the active ingredient is cannabinoids, and there are some other hallucinogenic substances." The subordinate replied. "In other words, this so-called psychic means that people can have hallucinations in their brains."

"He is the most famous Indian wizard we can find. Many people say he has no limit to magic."

"Sir, don't take Indian witchcraft too seriously. If this witchcraft really works, they wouldn't be in the reserve now!" Someone else said next to me.

The little girl felt that it was almost the same. Everything was similar to what she guessed, and Fbi was not a god. In fact, before she witnessed everything with her own eyes, she herself did not believe that Zhang Cheng had such magical abilities. But no matter what this ability was, it was different from those legendary myths and even wizards or magicians in reality.

She casually opened the record of the magician Merlin. Here, Merlin's most powerful spell was hypnosis. A powerful spell that could make people sleep forever - like a sleeping beauty lying in a thorn castle. In this story, this spell consists of two parts: dance and spell. That is to say, it takes some time to take effect. Anyone can see that this spell is completely useless for modern firearms - a fiery bullet that can be fired immediately with a light trigger. A great wizard who has practiced for decades of mastering spells is not as good as an ordinary person holding a pistol.

But she saw Zhang Cheng casting spells with her own eyes. Zhang Cheng did almost nothing, no spells or dances, let alone physical movements, even hand movements. A wonderful protection appeared, blocking all the bullets shot from all over the world.

It is not so much a magic, but rather a superpower. It seems that it can be used with just one thought.

Sure enough, it was very curious! She thought about it and then opened the chat software just now.

"Mary," the policewoman shouted outside the door. "I need to go out and won't come back at noon."

"Okay, sister," she replied. "There is lunch in the refrigerator, I can do it alone, no problem."

"Don't stay in the room all the time, you're about to get mold!"

"Okay, I'll go out for a walk later."

She had guessed this a long time ago. There was nothing strange about it. In this situation, the police needed a large number of men, so how could they tolerate that there were still people on vacation? And... if she was not wrong, the Armenians were gone, then the original pattern would be broken. There would definitely be a real conflict between the black people and the cactus people.

What will happen next? She doesn't know, but she thinks that it's a good thing for those people to die.

So, what should I do if the last thing is? She looked at the laptop in front of her, then at the phone, and then looked at the chat software. As mentioned earlier, there was a friend who left a message over there, "I want to die" waiting to be processed.

"What's wrong? What about my suggestion last time? I also lent you $50."

"Is the electric shock and pepper anti-wolf spray?" The other party seemed to hesitate. "It's useless, I dare not..."

"What are you afraid of? Those things cannot kill people." Ah, no, it is because they cannot kill people. Humans are born with differences in their talents. Some people are afraid of things, others are not afraid of things, others are pursuing things, and others are willing to give up everything. If they cannot kill people, they will be retaliated.

"I understand, these powers are not enough," replied the little girl. "Do you want a gun? No one can block the bullets. And if you hit the head, you must die. I recently found an opportunity to try it. Some guns, even children, are easy to use."

There was an answer in a few seconds.

"If you want to be saved, you need stronger power." The little girl replied. "The real...unrestrained power. Just like a superhero. That kind of power can save you from the fear of revenge."

"Isn't that power worse? The whole world will know."

"That's just you don't understand. Do you remember the magic we discussed? But real magic is different from these legends." She quickly typing on the keyboard. "I think the legend has been artificially twisted."

"What does it mean to be twisted?"

"Real powers, those uncontrolled and unrestrained forces, can hide themselves. For example, whether it is Asia, Europe, America, Africa, all the supernatural forces in the legend of civilizations, such as various spells and spells, they require chanting lengthy spells or prayers, and various magical instruments... but real magic does not require this."

"How did you know?"

"Do you remember the last code?" The little girl changed the topic. "It's from the bank, I'm interested in that."

"That? That's not considered breaking through the bank's firewall." The other party asked. "If you want to break through the bank's defense, you can add deposit numbers to our accounts at will..."

"I know, that's actually just an external connection, you can add an account." The little girl replied. "At most we have tampered with the authority of a salesperson, and we must deposit enough money in a short period of time, otherwise the banking system will proofread the error... although they just think it's an error. It's useless."

It's really useless. These are already very external things and do not involve the fundamental interests of the bank, so they can be hiding it for a while instead of being modified immediately. By the way, who doesn't know that you can do whatever you want by breaking the bank database? The problem is that you don't have the qualifications at all. Even if you are a very strong expert, hacking into an ATM is almost the limit.

"There is a problem with this code. I think that if you want to modify it, you must choose a suitable time. I know the working and rest time of the bank near my home. If you can grasp the working and rest time of the salesperson, you can finally turn the newly added account into a headless unsolved case... making them feel that they have lost the account opening contract..."

They began to discuss a hacker issue. In a few minutes, it turned into a discussion of program code. Time passed by minute by minute. When the little girl ended the chat with satisfaction, she realized that it was getting late. It was already lunch time.

The other party typed the last line of words. "Marie, can you save me?"

"I will definitely come to help you!" The little girl replied. She quickly walked towards the refrigerator, trying to get her lunch from the refrigerator and use the microwave to heat it. But she received a call. It was not someone else's call, it was her mother.

"What's wrong with mom?" the little girl asked while searching in the refrigerator. "Didn't you say you're back tonight..."

"Mary, something might have happened to your sister." The mother's voice was sharp, her breathing was rapid, and her tone was panicked. "The police have a phone call... Let the family go to the hospital for a look!"
Chapter completed!