Chapter 85: The scene of death

The taxi parked in front of an apartment building, and Xing Batian and Su Jing got out one after another.

This seemed to be a very normal apartment building. Su Jing and Xing Batian glanced around and didn't see anything wrong. Su Jing thought for a while, then tore down an advertising leaflet from the wall, then folded it in half and folded it into a neat rectangle.

"What are you doing?" Xing Batian looked a little strange.

"Make small props." Su Jing gestured the piece of paper twice, looking a little satisfied. Then he put the piece of paper into the chest pocket of his shirt, then stepped forward to stop a young woman walking out of the apartment and carrying a suitcase.

"Sorry, Miss, this is NYPD (New York City Police Department). We suspect that there are terrorists gathering in this building. Can you please assist us in our investigation?" Su Jing quickly took out the folded paper, lit it in front of her, and quickly took back her pocket.

"Uh...um...I think, uh, okay, what do you want me to do?" The young woman's eyes were blurred, and after hesitating for a moment, she replied slowly.

Su Jing changed into a calm posture. He showed a gentle smile and comforted him: "It's okay, Miss, I'm just asking you a few questions, don't be nervous. The situation here is under our control, and you are very safe."

After he said these words, the woman's expression obviously relaxed. She looked at Su Jing a few times and smiled and said, "Okay, handsome guy, although you don't look like a policeman... it doesn't matter, ask."

Xing Batian glared at Su Jing. When did this kid's charm become so powerful? He has a white shirt and a tie on his upper body, and a suit pants on his lower body... How can he look like a policeman?!

"Okay, beautiful lady. Next is the first question: Who do you think is more suspicious in this building?" Su Jing said with a smile.

"Well... I live on the fifth floor, and then... the people next to that floor always rocked in the middle of the night. I protested to them many times, and then... uh, it seems that I can always see people wearing uniform text T-shirts, like a group of hippies. It says something about protecting human sovereignty..." The brunette recalled hard.

Xing Batian and Su Jing looked at each other.

"The second question, do you have seen a very obvious feature, with long Mohitan hair, looking like a mixed-race child, with a black tattoo on his left arm..."

Halfway through the question, the black-haired woman clapped her hands and shouted loudly: "Yes, I remember him!! A man who looks very wild, very handsome!!"

"Uh... then do you know where he lives?" Su Jing scratched his hair with his fingers and asked.

"Sixth Floor. I followed him up once, turn left on the sixth floor of this building, room 608!"

You are the last one... Su Jing pursed his lips and asked the last question:

“Can I have the honor of knowing your mobile number?”

Twenty seconds later, Su Jing held a note in his hand, which not only contained the phone number, but also had a faint lip mark.

"Aren't you kidding?" Xing Batian glared at him.

Su Jing calmly put the note in her pocket and said lightly: "You don't understand, this is part of her acting skills. And I like the perfume smell on her body very much. Maybe I can ask which brand it is from then on."

"Why do you, a man, have a habit of liking perfume? No, what I want to ask is, why can she believe that this is a police ID when you hold a piece of paper?"

"It's very simple." Su Jing tapped his head with his finger, "The mind suggests. This is my first time using a trick similar to a hypnosis, so I'm not sure... Fortunately, I succeeded. But I think the main reason for success should be attributed to my calm acting skills, confident aura, and handsome face."

"I would rather believe it is because of your spiritual power than believe it has something to do with your face."

"Old Xing, Ai must admit that he was beaten and stood firm. I am about three or four thousand percentage points more handsome than you. Isn't this obvious? As a warrior, facing reality is a very important psychological quality."

During the bickering, the two had already climbed to the sixth floor of the apartment and arrived at the door of the third room to the left. As soon as they stood at the door, their faces changed slightly. Xing Batian broke the door lock with a punch and rushed into the room.

"Be careful! Don't destroy the scene!!" Su Jing frowned and walked in slowly.

The scene inside was bloody. In the not-so-spacious and affordable apartment, five or six corpses were distributed everywhere, lying or lying, emitting a strong smell of blood. Stacks of flyers were scattered on the ground, and Su Jing picked up a bold slogan with large fonts such as "Defend human sovereignty and drive freaks out of our homes".

"Are they all members of the anti-mutant extremist radical organization?" Xing Batian opened the bathroom door. The bathtub was filled with blood. A corpse was lying on the water. A big hole was opened on the back of his head. The toilet was filled with various syringes and unlabeled potions. "They were all addicts."

Su Jing walked in, picked up a syringe, frowned and smelled it, then pushed out some injections, tasted it with his tongue, and slowly said: "This is not... a drug in the standard sense, this is some kind of hallucinogen that acts on the central nervous system, and... the effect... is probably a drug used to assist and strengthen mental control."

"All the corpses have a big hole in their heads, and their brains are completely destroyed. Are you afraid that someone can read their memories after they die?" Xing Batian checked each corpse, "At least, they are not killing each other, but being killed by a very powerful warrior. Look at the traces of this claw... it is Deken."

"But with Deken's controlled mental state, I believe that I will kill these people, but did these skills at the scene of destruction... also did he do?" Su Jing flipped around the room and found that all the recording equipment had been destroyed by tools. He wanted to try to turn on a computer, but the hard drive was damaged and the blue screen was too good.

"Tsk... this method is really neat. In other words, someone used these people to provide some technical support to these radicals, or equipment support, and captured Dekan... No... Dekan should also be one of the gifts to support them... They caught several other mutants, imposed spiritual hints on them, and then used Dekan to kill people to silence them, and finally used the hypnosis program to make these guys attack Columbia University... This method is very delicate. From beginning to end, the mastermind behind the scenes only provided these estimated sets of hypnosis equipment, but everything was carried out in his plan..."

Su Jing picked up a few broken metal blocks on the ground, pieced them together, and then put together something similar to a helmet. According to his speculation, this may be a tool for brainwashing.

In the bedroom, the two found several shoddy electric shocks, probably used to uniform mutants. There was a charred mark on the floor, which seemed to have been burned here. Su Jing found a leather cover in the pile of ash, which seemed to be part of some kind of notepad.

"Damn it, all the information was destroyed."

After searching, the two of them still found nothing, and it was almost evening. Su Jing and Xing Batian had to go out and go downstairs to find something to fill their stomachs first.

When he reached the fifth floor, Su Jing saw an apartment door open and an old woman walked out tremblingly, holding a garbage bag in her hand. He suddenly stopped and his eyebrows frowned tightly.

"What's wrong?" Xing Batian saw his expression strange and turned around and asked. Su Jing raised his palm and signaled him not to speak. He closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

A long silence.

"………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Su Jing suddenly burst out and slapped the stair railing. “The black-haired woman at the door came here to destroy the evidence!” I saw an old lady here. I subconsciously felt something was wrong, because she said before that there were a bunch of rock people on the fifth floor……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Xing Batian remembered the scene at the door of the apartment building just now and wanted to laugh a little.

"So...she didn't actually hit your hypnosis?"

"It's the first time I've played this trick! I'm not sure if she won!"

"I think it must be very difficult for her to hold her laughter at that time..."

"Damn..." Su Jing took out the note, then reached out to Xing Batian, "Give me a cell phone!!"

A few minutes later, Su Jing put down his phone.

"What's wrong? Is this phone number empty?" Xing Batian took back his cell phone.

"It's indeed an empty number, and then... I called and checked it. This number was the contact number of the previous Creedmore Mental Hospital."

Xing Batian couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter.

Su Jing frowned and began to circle around the stairs. He suddenly looked up and asked:

"Who would have specially remembered a phone number for a mental hospital that has been closed and abandoned? Just to play tricks on us?"

"You mean..." Xing Batian stopped laughing.
Chapter completed!