After hearing Mo Qiong's explanation, Mr. Gou laughed.

This is a photo taken by Mo Qiong when he was able to pretend to be a bird and learn to fly in his early years.

The Blue and White Society will not let go of such clues. Similar strange phenomena, unusual news, and a large pile of intelligence departments.

Peripheral personnel and members often investigated these incidents openly and secretly. The Sanqingshan Dapeng incident was investigated carefully at the time. No one lies, and he did see it.

And after searching for so many years, I couldn't even find the root hair. Unlike some incidents, I soon discovered that someone was a prank or natural phenomenon.

So this file was mentioned again and again, and there was no reasonable explanation in the society, so we would not give up on investigating this matter.

"Okay, it's you who solved the case."

Mr. Gou asked the whole story and knew that Mo Qiong was pursuing human traffickers and flying with his ability, he went to the shelter building to close the case.

As for the confidentiality level of the answer, it is directly gamma level, because it is related to secret weapons.

Mr. Gou asked Mo Qiong about his earlier years and learned that the treasure where the nightmare wood carving was located was Mo Qiong who found it for money. He couldn't help but sigh: "You have good abilities, come, take a look at this information."

Mo Qiong took the information and learned about a mysterious case that happened more than half a year ago, and it was also the last incident in which Mr. Gou became his partner before.

In the suburbs of San Francisco, fingers were found in beer barrels in a small town bar, so the police followed and discovered body tissue nearby.

Finally, it took two days and two nights to find all the flesh and blood of a person in an area within a radius of fifteen kilometers.

That person was broken down into two thousand portions, each portion was equal to the weight!

The corpses were in various places within a diameter of fifteen kilometers, including on the road, in trash cans, on grass, in potted plants, hanging on tree branches, on school curtains, and on church crosses...

Hundreds of them were found in small town homes, in refrigerators, under beds, drawers, books... and even in the pockets of people's clothes.

Mo Qiong exhaled and said, "This is so weird. It should be a containment. If the murderer can break a person into two thousand servings, each serving will be 37.5 grams, it will be extremely difficult. What's more, it will be hidden in a different place, or even in other people's houses or even on them?"

Mr. Gou lit a cigarette and said, "I checked the identity of the deceased. This person is a big drug owl in San Francisco. However, I have investigated all the beneficiaries after his death, and there is no problem. The person who killed him did not get any benefits from his death."

"Maybe it's to help your friends?" Mo Qiong said.

"The scope is too large, involving tens of thousands of people. If he is involved in the ice trafficking, it will involve more than 100,000 people! I can't take people to hypnotize everyone. I picked a few important investigations and then involved hundreds of people, but I got nothing. Until now, the peripheral personnel responsible for this case have not made any progress. The holder of the containment seems to be useless." Mr. Gou said.

Mo Qiong frowned. This kind of containment crime is the most difficult because the holder is quite vulgar or has extremely secret characteristics.

There is no doubt that people may not have to show up at all, so they took their lives from afar.

"But there is an important clue. When I checked all the relics of the deceased, I found that there was something in the deceased before his death and disappeared after his death." Mr. Gou said.

Mo Qiong asked hurriedly: "What? It is very likely that it was taken away by the murderer."

Mr. Gou immediately connected with Mo Qiong's spirit and shared an image, which was a memory scene of someone. In the picture, the deceased walked into the restaurant and sat down, took out a piece of paper and a pen, as if he wanted to write something.

"This pen?" Mo Qiong asked.

"No, I remember this piece of paper. This is his little brother's memory. He wanted to write something an hour before the murderer died, but I searched everywhere but couldn't find this piece of paper."

Mo Qiong frowned and said, "This is just a piece of white paper, it's hard to locate."

"Yes, he was sitting in his seat, holding a pen, but hesitated repeatedly. Note that he might be writing, but there was nothing on the paper. Then he disappeared while using the toilet in that restaurant. Then you will know that his disappearance was actually broken down." Mr. Gou said.

Mo Qiong closed his eyes and distinguished the details of the card as much as possible.

Indeed, if you only look at the paper, the person seemed to be thinking repeatedly and not writing anything. But if you look at the pen carefully, the tip of the pen actually touched the white paper, and even seemed to have outlined a few letters, but it was not displayed on the paper.

"This may be an invisible pen, or simply the white paper is a containment, and the handwriting can only be seen by the holder!"

As he said that, Mo Qiong suddenly felt blessed and said to himself: "We should jump out of our motivation. Maybe he died simply because he didn't do anything! Maybe he had to do something with that piece of paper at that time, but for some reasons, he didn't do that, or didn't finish it, so he was killed by the shelter!"

Mr. Gou vomited smoke and said, "Maybe, there are so many possibilities, but no matter what, you have to find that piece of paper, otherwise it will make no sense to guess."

But, from outsiders, it is just a piece of paper!

Master Gou looked at Mo Qiong and said looking forward to it: "Can you lock it?"

Mo Qiong held a coin and murmured: "It seems...brow..."

As he said that, he suddenly bounced his fingers and the hidden one suddenly flew up and floated out more than ten meters. He had not yet exhausted his strength and was always flying in one direction.

Mr. Gou said excitedly: "It's done! Awesome! You can also position the blank paper!"

Mo Qiong said: "It's not a blank paper! I just guessed that there were actually words written on that piece of paper, but we couldn't see it. I had figured out the four letters of brow in the position outlined by the deceased's pen tip. It was simulated based on the sliding trajectory of the deceased's pen tip, and it was indeed successful!"

There are different worlds in the eyes of different creatures. If Mo Qiong's eyes are not human eyes and the world you see is a different appearance, can't you locate the corresponding substance? It's OK, just like he saw the red light man behind the wall with a thermal imager, he could lock the red light man.

But from the human eye, he is not a red light person, but just an ordinary person.

By the same token, a piece of white paper is pure white in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of the dead, you may be able to see the words you wrote. As long as Mo Qiong figures out the words of the paper, he can still lock in the target that is actually blank in his eyes.

In short, the object Mo Qiong locked is what the deceased saw, not what Mo Qiong saw himself. But what the two saw was actually the same thing.

"Very good! Let's set off immediately and track down the paper!" Mr. Gou threw the cigarette butt.

The two got on the boat, Mo Qiong reset the coins and threw gps instead. They just searched directly on the boat based on the signal.

A few days later, they arrived in San Francisco.

The signal shows the target in an apartment, room 1001.

"The glass is broken, and it has already alarmed the snake. Take action immediately!" Mo Qiong said.

"Be careful!" Master Gou hurriedly said when he saw that he had rushed upstairs.

"I'm going to die, recover my body as soon as possible." As he said that, Mo Qiong had quickly arrived at the tenth floor.

They couldn't wait to slowly check the identity of this household and what routines to directly attack this house.

"Bang!" Mo Qiong jumped out of the corridor window, stepped in the air, and rushed in to the window.

A black man was shocked when he was lying on the bed. He was already awakened by the broken glass.

Just as I was sleepy, I saw someone knocking open the window and jumping in.

"Fak! This is the tenth floor!"

This black man was obviously not a good man, so he took out a pistol from under the pillow and pointed it at Mo Qiong.

"Kneel down!"

Listening to the black man roaring, Mo Qiong did not rush to do it. His eyes quickly scanned the room and soon found a piece of square white paper under the bed, which seemed to be thrown there casually.

Just as Mo Qiong was about to walk over, he saw the black man jumping out of the bed with his shirtless upper body and shouting: "Don't move! I'll shoot you again!"

As he said that, while pointing at Mo Qiong, he walked around the window in confusion. He could not help but be stunned when he looked at the aluminum alloy window frame that was directly knocked open and the drop of ten floors outside.

"How did you come in?" The black man looked at Mo Qiong with a question mark and looked at him without any climbing equipment.

"Damn the yellow-skinned monkey is asking you!"

"Clang clang..." Mo Qiong's hands popped out like lightning, and he heard a burst of thunder, and the parts of the gun were scattered all over the ground.

The black man looked at the gun in his hand that was removed in front of him, and he stuttered: "Fafafa...ke!"

Without robbing, he lost confidence and felt that Moqiong was not easy to mess with, so he turned around and ran away.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Mr. Gou standing there with a thick rifle.

"Hey! There must be some misunderstanding! I have never caused trouble in Chinatown!" The black man was stunned, smiled and retreated, sweating in a cold sweat.

Mr. Gou walked in with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Let's rest, say whatever you ask."

The black man lay on the ground without saying a word, and his movements were extremely skillful.

"Do you know Brown?" Mo Qiong asked, because the last one written by the deceased on paper was brow. If he hadn't finished writing, he might have wanted to write brown.

"Ha? I know more than a dozen Browns, who do you mean?" the black man said in a daze.

Mo Qiong frowned and pointed to the piece of paper under the bed and said, "Where does this come from?"

The black man shook his head and said, "I don't remember it. Maybe it was because of the waste paper that fell from eating pizza? By the way, who are you?"

Mo Qiong ignored him and signaled him to pick up the piece of paper.

I saw the black man doing it honestly, and then looked at the paper in surprise: "Huh? I didn't have any words just now!"

Mo Qiong's eyes lit up. Sure enough, the holder could see the words. He hurriedly asked, "What have you written?"

The black man said: "The names of many people, the last Matthew Franklin... is my name. The heart is burnt? What does it mean?"

After saying that, the black man widened his eyes again, opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, touched his heart, and his face full of horror.

"Is there any brow?" Mo Qiong asked.

"Yes, here..." The black Matthew pointed to somewhere on the white paper tremblingly.

Mo Qiong knew that it was exactly where he had planned to write the dead. In other words, he had planned to fix part of this paper and successfully locked the paper.

It’s like he can lock in a person’s nose only by determining the characteristics of a person’s nose.

"How many names are there in total?" Mo Qiong asked.

"So many!" The black man lost his spirit.

"What did you want to say just now?" Mo Qiong asked.

The black Matthew shook his head and said nothing.

He grabbed his hair, looked crazy, then calmed down, pointed to the place where Brown's name was on the paper, and said, "The name you mentioned is a new line after it. The new name starts from here."

As he said that, he pointed to the beginning of the blank space below Brown, which seemed to have a brand new name there.

"Is something wrong with your heart?" Mo Qiong said in a narrow voice.

The black man didn't say anything, Mo Qiong went to touch his heart directly, and then was shocked to find that he had no heartbeat...
Chapter completed!