Yin Hui nodded.

"I seem to have discovered some specific pattern." The sniper who had been sitting in front of the computer suddenly spoke.

His sudden explosion made everyone confused. If he hadn't spoken, a few people would have thought he was asleep.

"What's the pattern?" Yin Hui, who was a little hysterical by this complicated and confusing case, asked hurriedly.

"These deceased people seem to have similar looks," the sniper replied.

"They look somewhat similar?" Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Conan Doyle hurriedly walked to the sniper. The patter of footsteps reminded Yin Hui to hurry up and get closer.

Master Niao Niao and Taoist Nun Huang Helou also squeezed in front of the computer.

On the computer screen, the heads of the six victims were divided into two rows, and at first glance, their appearance turned out to be very similar.

"It's strange." Conan Doyle straightened up: "It is possible that these four boys look the same. After all, they are all born to the same father. But what about these boys? These boys actually look really good.

There are some similarities.”

She took a breath of cold air. Although she couldn't understand the reason, she still said decisively: "Hurry up and retrieve all the photos of the children born on this date, and then exclude them one by one to see the children with similar looks.

There are a few more, and we will focus on protecting these children."

Her prompt decision-making and quick-witted responses are enough to show why her superiors re-appointed her as the team leader.

Yin Hui feels inferior in this regard. When doing things, he always thinks twice, lest he do things imperfectly. However, time is life here.

Maybe saving one minute can save a child's life.

The sniper lived up to his expectations. His skinny hands like chicken claws were tapping on the keyboard, making a snapping sound. Lines of weird letters flashed on the computer screen. Soon, pictures appeared on the screen one by one.

flashes and is constantly being exchanged.

"Don't you want to identify their appearance? Slow down a little," Yin Hui said.

The sniper smiled: "You kid is not as good as me at this point. I started the computer's automatic face recognition system. With this system, we can quickly select from thousands of children with 100% similarity in appearance in public."

Wouldn't it be much easier for a child in his sixties to choose from the children selected by the computer?"

Yin Hui pursed his lips and did not speak. He just gave a thumbs up: "Well done, high technology is great."

The pictures on the computer were flashing continuously, making Yin Hui feel dizzy and had to turn her head behind her.

Buzz buzz buzz.

There was a buzzing sound in the office. Based on the experience of staying in the underground office these past few days, he knew that a member of the team had come in.

It must be a scalpel. I sent the phone booth proprietress to the hospital and came back.

After the buzzing sound, the circular door also opened, the sound of rapid footsteps came, and finally the office door creaked open. Behind the door, a man with an energetic face was full of scalpels.

With a smile on his face, he looked at Yin Hui and said, "Hey, the landlady woke up halfway and kept grabbing my hand, mumbling some nonsense."

"What did she say?" Yin Hui asked casually, not taking the matter to heart at all.

"She asked me why I took her there?"

"What's so strange about this?"

"I just said I was taking you to the hospital."

"What happened?"

"What do you think he said? She said I didn't want to go to the hospital. I tied a rope to my daughter. She was swinging in the phone booth and I had to get her down."

"Swing?" Several people were shocked and didn't react for a long time: "You said the person who was hanged in the phone booth was her daughter?"

Scalpel nodded, then took a sip of water and said, "Yes, and she hung it up herself. Tsk tsk."

"It's really disgusting to the extreme." The sniper was so angry that he said: "The greatest pain in the world is that a mother loses her child, and the ghost actually manipulated the mother to kill her daughter with her own hands. This is worse than taking her life.

It’s going to make people miserable.”

The Demoman also clenched his fists, wishing he could crush the murderer into a piece of dried meat.

"Okay, sniper, have you found anything?" Conan Doyle did not let his emotions take over his reason, and still focused all his energy on the computer, not because she was ruthless, but because there must be one person among everyone who is always vigilant.

Sex can buy them any second.

If we talk about emotions, Conan Doyle is probably the most emotional.

"Well, thirty people have been screened out." The sniper replied calmly.

Conan Doyle leaned forward and stared at the computer screen with bright eyes. The flashing portrait stimulated her eyes.

Yin Hui and others also came up and looked at the thirty children with quite similar looks attentively.

"Well, it's much easier now, sniper, well done." Conan Doyle praised, and then said: "Now find out their specific address, and we will send people to protect them 24 hours a day."

The sniper didn't answer, he just tapped his fingers on the computer, and then printed out a piece of information with the appearance of each boy and their home address.

"Okay, send an email to the police station, and I will call their police officer and send someone to protect them 24 hours a day. If an opponent appears, we will know it as soon as possible."

The sniper nodded, and there was another crackling sound.

Conan Doyle made the call.

"Hello, Director Chen? I sent an email to your mailbox. There are thirty children in need of protection. They are likely to be the next targets of this serial murderer. You have to send the best

The police force protects them. If you find any trouble, please contact me as soon as possible."

Her clear and capable voice reflects her leadership style.

"Well, okay, let's do it like this." After hanging up the phone, Conan Doyle took a breath and finally had a clue.

"I think we shouldn't sit idle here and go protect this girl. I always feel that this girl's eyes are dull, which is a sign of impending disaster. Although this is just a photo, trust me."

Yin Hui's hand pointed at a girl on the computer.

The girl has thick eyebrows and big eyes, with two ponytails hanging quietly on her back, and her small cherry mouth shows that she is a typical beautiful ruffian.

Conan Doyle nodded and took a closer look. As Yin Hui said, the girl's frightened eyes were indeed dim.

They couldn't stay idle here anyway, so they could save one of them if they could. They immediately ordered everyone to follow him to protect the girl.

"Wait a minute!" The door to the underground office had just opened, and the old and careful voice of Yellow Crane Tower stopped everyone who was just about to walk out.

"What's wrong with Yellow Crane Tower?"

"No. 48 Desheng Street, No. 50 Desheng Street, No. 78 Desheng Street..." He chanted these words slowly, his eyes shining: "Sniper, hurry up and take these addresses.

Enter it into the computer and see what it looks like?"

Several people came back. They didn't know what was going on in Yellow Crane Tower, but they didn't say anything. The room was very quiet, and then there was the sound of snipers typing on the keyboard. Yin Hui also looked at the flashing computer screen attentively.

All the addresses were entered into the computer, and red cursors appeared on the city map, flashing continuously.

Every flash would cause Yin Hui's heart to beat. He suddenly noticed something and was a little stunned.

What did he notice?

The address cursors are relatively concentrated and look like they form an icon.

Thirty characters are arranged in nine lines, and every three lines are in the same direction, and the order is uneven.

Suddenly it looked like the word "death" with a little water on it removed.

"It seems that you have caught some pattern." Conan Doyle also had a happy smile on his face. He finally had some clues about this matter, and it seemed that victory was right in front of him. How could she not be excited?

Little did she know that this was just the beginning, and things were far from as simple as she imagined.

What are the home addresses of the dead children?

Yellow Crane Tower asked him to mark the address of the dead child with yellow symbols. A series of yellow symbols lit up among the three rows of red marks at the top.

"Did the other party want to form a pattern with the word "death"?" Huang Helou finally came up with his own conclusion.

"Well, it's very possible." Conan Doyle looked at the very regular combination of marks and nodded: "Then according to your reasoning, who are they going to hurt next?"

Yellow Crane Tower's experienced fingers traced a line on the computer screen, and finally nodded with a smile: "That's the address. Sniper, check the girl at this address."

The sniper moved the mouse to the red dot and hit the Enter key.

A picture of a girl appears.

It turns out to be the same one that Yin Hui was referring to just now.

"Let's go." Conan Doyle had no time to continue investigating. This girl was in danger and she had to arrive as soon as possible. With a woman's sixth sense, she realized that the girl's life might be in danger at any time.

The sniper dropped the keyboard and hurried out the door with the large army.

"Yin Hui, are we all going?" Conan Doyle asked Yin Hui, who was also anxious and had a burning face, as he ran quickly.

"Well, let's all go. This opponent's ability is beyond our imagination. Even if we fight in a group, that guy won't be his opponent at all." Yin Hui replied intelligently. Just from the matter of taking souls and raising ghosts, it was enough to tell that the opponent

His moral conduct is much higher than his own. Master Zhao Deshui once told him that generally those who can perform the art of taking souls and raising ghosts must have higher magic power than him. And his own spells are obviously no match for his master. Who knows the strength of the other party?

How strong is it?

When they arrived, there was a drizzle in the sky. Unbelievably, the members of the team all tightened their clothes and each found a place where they could take shelter from the rain and monitor the whereabouts of the girl who was about to be harmed 24 hours a day.

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To be continued...