Chapter 1, 21, Lingchi's scene (2)

Conan Doyle coughed, and didn't say much, but just asked Yin Hui to continue watching with concentration.

The man became a little awakened, but the man in black quickly picked up a fishing net from the tool table next to him, and then wrapped it tightly on the person who was hanging up. As a result of the fishing net, all the flesh on his body was spit out, as if it was piece by piece of fish scales.

Yin Hui looked at him for no reason, not knowing what he was doing.

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There was a sound of collision, and then a light flashed, flashing the picture.

For some reason, Yin Hui actually felt that the light not only flashed in the picture, but seemed to be flashing in front of him.

Yin Hui's heart was a little nervous, and then continued to endure this powerful disgust.

The scene below shocked Yin Hui. The slaughter knife with a terrifying and gloomy sword flashed on the skin that was protruding like fish scales. Then a large piece of flesh fell off the skin, and a blood bead gushed out and sprayed onto the masked black suit of the man in black.

The masked man in black enjoyed the blood with his hands, then held it in his mouth and drank it.

Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, it was so disgusting.

Next was the second and third swords. The man who was hung up struggled with all his strength, but the rope seemed to firmly bind his life, leaving him unable to escape.

Even his breathing began to be a little difficult, and blood was flowing out of his facial features, and it dripped down, which was terrifying.

Yin Hui held back the disgust in her heart and continued to look.

It fell on the man with a knife. At this moment, the man looked like a blood vessel, and a large amount of blood was gushing out of his body. Even the scene was touched by his blood.

Yin Hui moved the video away from his sight and stared at Conan Doyle tightly. "Where did you come from this video?"

Conan Doyle took a sip of coffee, as if calming down, and signaled Yin Hui to sit down.

Yin Hui also sat down, then stared at Conan Doyle with his eyes tightly. Before she could give the answer, she could not turn her eyes away from her, as if her eyes were about to turn away Conan Doyle was about to disappear from her.

"This is a live broadcast in a QQ group." Conan Doyle spoke in a plain tone.

"The live video broadcast in the QQ group?" Yin Hui took a breath, and then had an expression of disbelief on his face: "Impossible, you lied to me. There are so many people who have seen it, why didn't anyone come forward to stop it?"

Yin Hui felt a little regretful after asking this. Isn’t this obvious? Since it was a murder, it must be something that no one can find. It is still impossible for others to find this place just by the information provided on the video.

I was too impulsive just now, so I asked this question.

"It seems that they don't know the crime scene anymore." Yin Hui answered his own question and sat down with some disappointment.

"No, the netizens in the group all know where it was, because the person explained the location of the murder during the live broadcast." Conan Doyle's expression was a little painful, and his facial features were extremely distorted due to excitement. He gritted his teeth and took a sip of coffee before he suppressed his anger: "During the live broadcast, no one called the police until our online police discovered the perverted video in the group."

Conan Doyle smiled miserably, then looked at Yin Hui: "Do you know why this murder case is handed over to our incredible team?"

Yin Hui shook her head, then suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly opened the video and watched it.

Under the dim light, the shadow of the person hanging fell firmly on the ground, so real and profound.

But the masked man in black had no sign at all, and the bare concrete floor under his feet was covered with blood.

"No shadow?" Yin Hui was stunned for a moment: "In other words, this murderer is not human at all? But who is so resentful that he can kill people so blatantly?"

Conan Doyle shook his head: "It's not a ghost, nor a human."

"Not a ghost? Not a human?" Yin Hui was stunned: "So what is this?"

"It's not clear yet. If he is a human, he has no shadow at all and cannot make sense, but if he is a ghost, he will definitely not leave an image on the video. Although he can let us see him, it is impossible to let others see him through the camera."

Yin Hui took a deep breath, and Conan Doyle's analysis was not unreasonable.

But what kind of existence is this thing that is neither a ghost nor a human? Yin Hui was blinded for a moment.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

There was a knock on the door.

Yin Hui was shocked. The knock on the door was so sudden.

"Please come in." Yin Hui said.

Several waiters walked in from outside the door, held the dishes they ordered, and placed them on the table gently.

"Eat it, I haven't eaten anything after coming out of the hospital." Yin Hui cleaned up his hands, grabbed the chopsticks and prepared to feed his hungry stomach.

Conan Doyle frowned, as if he wanted to see why he could still eat after watching the video just now.

Judging from Yin Hui's appetite, Conan Doyle also felt appetite, and picked up the chopsticks and ate it briefly for a few bites.

"It seems that we have to make a long-term plan for this matter." Conan Doyle looked at Yin Hui: "Yin Hui, do you think this person is familiar or not?"

Yin Hui nodded: "It's indeed a bit familiar. But I guess the probability that these two people are the same person is not very high."

In fact, Yin Hui thought of the criminal officer at the beginning. Whether it is body or means of committing crimes, they are very similar to those of the criminal officer.

But after thinking about it, how could the criminal officer attack such civilians? After all, these people should have no grudges against him.

Conan Doyle shook his head: "No, this matter is probably the case of punishment, so I promised to help you. The superiors can no longer bear it."

"Old man? Do you still have a better man?" Yin Hui looked at Conan Doyle with some confusion. In his heart, the leader of the incredible team should be the core figure of the entire CIA. He never expected that he would have a direct boss.

"Of course I have it," Conan Doyle explained: "If I could cover up the sky with one hand, I wouldn't have come to such a place to risk my life."

Yin Hui nodded. Although there was only one way, no one was willing to deal with these murderous demons with their lives.

"Yin Hun, I felt very sorry for the matter of the God's Pursuit last time."

Conan Doyle seemed to know something about the God's Operation.

Think about it, the leader of the incredible team, what else can't be found in the world?

"Yeah, it's okay." Although I felt a little sad about Conan Doyle, it was not convenient to express it.

The atmosphere became a little dull for a moment. Both of them seemed to be guessing each other's worries. In the small room, there was only the sound of chopsticks and dishes colliding, and the sound of heavy breathing because they were eating too quickly.

Both of them were a little embarrassed and wanted to find a topic as soon as possible to get rid of this awkward state.

For some reason, since Yin Hui and Conan Doyle's last incident, when Yin Hui said that she would only be willing to join the incredible group for one night, the two suddenly became sensitive, and a layer of sensitive areas in their hearts was revealed, as if the two people's thoughts could be completely seen through by the other party.

"Conan Doyle, where do you think we should start?" Yin Hui decided to add the topic to criminal cases. Although it is not suitable to discuss such topics at this time, it is indeed the safest topic.
Chapter completed!