Chapter 57 The mysterious source (Standing on my head to read, please everyone)
According to the practice of the official hunters of Rhine City, whichever of the two departments takes control of the investigation site first will have priority in the investigation. Now the Hall of Order is obviously If the Rangers who prefer this system also find the Downey family, they may repeat the experience of yesterday's newspaper office, and it will be difficult to investigate again.
But now, the offense and defense are changing positions.
Lynch and Natalie looked at each other and smiled. They let Robert go and then quietly slipped into Fox Alley.
There are many police officers inside, but it is impossible to block the entire street, especially among them there are only three Ranger soul shifters, and the others are ordinary policemen. They want to stop a third-level power shifter. It's impossible for a soul person to do so. The police officer easily slipped into the encirclement from the blind spot of a group of police officers, and walked into No. 32 Fox Lane in a swagger.
An old Victorian apartment building, three stories high, with a square stairwell in the middle leading to the top floor.
This area has already been investigated, so you don't have to worry about the police coming again in a short time, so you can investigate with peace of mind. So the two of them walked around the building and found that door D was actually on the top floor. They didn't know how the house numbers were arranged.
Looking at the thick door of Room D, Lynch moved closer, seemingly not sensing any threat or oppression inside.
“You probably can’t sense it now, go in and take a look again.”
"Huh? Can a door block the erosion of mysterious filth?"
"The erosion cannot be blocked, but perception can be blocked, not by a door, but by the concept of 'enclosed space' "The police officer explained in a low voice, "The reason is too complicated and needs an occult expert to explain it. To put it simply, this room is a closed area in terms of 'concept', so the mystery is sealed inside so that you cannot perceive it, and it will only slow down. Penetrating slowly outward, only by opening the door and breaking the concept of a closed area can we detect whether there is any mysterious filth inside."
"Why wasn't this shown in the Randall house before?"
"Actually, there is, but you didn't realize it."
"Huh? I remembered it. It was the pressure I felt when I crossed the garden fence gate. Can something that is ventilated be closed?"
< br>"Yes, there are doors and windows open in his mansion, so it is conceptually open. This concept continues into the yard, and is finally blocked by the closed concept formed by the walls and fence gates, as long as conceptually they are Walls and doors will do.”
"I understand, then we can only go in and take a look before talking."
Lynch nodded and watched the police officer turn the handle. Of course, the door was locked and could not be opened.
This is a bit of a headache, but some people like to leave their keys at the door.
With a glimmer of hope, Lynch lifted the doormat and opened the mailbox at the door. Unfortunately, he found nothing except stuffed newspapers.
The last hope was only the milk box. Lynch prayed to the gods several times in a real sense, and then carefully reached out. Then he found that the police officer had taken two hairpins and poked them casually in front of the door. After two clicks, there was a click from the door lock.
At the same time, he was still looking at him with doubtful eyes, as if asking: What is this person looking for?
Lynch rolled his eyes, protected the police officer in front of him, raised his cane with one hand, and drew his pistol with the other, and then poked his head out from her side.
"I forbid you from shooting when I'm in front of you. No, I also forbid you from behind."
The police officer also raised her sword to protect the front, and carefully pushed open the door. Door.
Lin Qi's mind was filled with countless scenes of opening the door to kill, which frightened him. Fortunately, there were no monsters jumping out.
What came out was a huge sense of terror. The pressure was so strong that it was almost substantial and hit their souls, making the two of them feel chest tightness and suffocation.
The faces of both of them became ugly at the same time, but the police officer quickly ducked into the door.
Lynch hesitated for a moment and then immediately followed, squeezing into the room before the police officer closed the door behind her back.
Don't run, I'm going to use you as a shield.
Even though she was immersed in great pressure, Officer Natalie still gave her an elbow in return: "Don't cause trouble, just come in and work, look for things, it may be dangerous, the senses are at least equivalent to advent-level strange objects. , be careful, don’t leave my side.”
"Yeah." Lynch's eyes had already started to look around the room. It was a very ordinary single apartment, not even a suite. There was a living room outside the bedroom, and there wasn't even a bathroom or kitchen.
My eyes quickly passed over everything, everything was in its proper place, and no abnormality was found. The only abnormality was the huge sense of oppression caused by filth. Something leaked out, constantly squeezing the two people's spirits.
‘Ms. Luna, what’s going on? Why do I feel like everything is a mysterious thing? ’
[Mysterious filth surrounds every item, causing you to have serious illusions. 】
‘It means that they are all ordinary items, and the dirt is just stained? Can you be so exaggerated just because you're attached to it? ’
[Yes, Lynch, that means there was a slightly higher concentration of mystery in the room. 】
‘Is the concentration slightly higher in your sense or is our concentration slightly higher? ’
【It’s mine, so please be careful. 】
"So please be careful."
"No wonder." Officer Natalie took a breath and her heart was pounding. "If you are soaked in this concentration of pollution, you may even be in direct contact with the source. , I don’t wonder why Downey died. The only thing I wonder is why he died only yesterday. He shouldn’t have been able to survive for a day, at most eight hours.”
Lynch can no longer care about others who are suffering from the same disease. Feeling it, he began to move slowly around the room step by step, trying to find the source with inspiration. However, the room was not big, and he found nothing after walking around twice.
I just feel huge pressure everywhere, but there is no clear source.
“Is my inspiration cut off? He put things in a sealed box?”
“No, the concept of a box is always a container and an object, and it cannot become 'Region' and 'space', even a sealed box cannot seal the mysterious and dirty feeling, it is not as good as a house with air leakage from all sides. This is a conceptual difference. ”
"That's strange. Normally, I wouldn't ignore such a strong source of pollution hundreds of kilometers away. How could it not be possible?"
Lin Qi frowned and sat down on the bed, crossing his arms with his chest. , doubtful eyes repeatedly scanned the entire room.
The police officer did not rush, she stood quietly beside Lynch with the hilt of her sword pressed, vigilantly paying attention to any unusual movements that might occur around her.
"Maybe... this situation may mean that the source of the pollution has left the room, leaving only a room of pollutants, just like Martha's ring." Lynch tapped his fingers on his arm, thinking over and over again, " But Downey's note clearly stated that he hid the photos at home. Did he change his mind later and take the photos away? Or did someone else come in again? Or is the source not the so-called 'those' at all? Photos'? No, there's no point just thinking about it. You have to find a way to find the photos first, if they are really still there."
Where are they?
Lin Qi then realized that real search work was a very professional skill that he could not master by watching a few movies. The room was not big, but when he wanted to find something, he found that there were everywhere. It can be hidden, but you can't find it anywhere if you look for it.
No, I'm not a professional criminal investigator. I can't use my hobby to challenge other people's professional skills. I must give full play to my strengths.
My strength is high inspiration, and what I am looking for is the mysterious source...
'Ms. Luna, is there any way for me to identify the difference in concentration of mysterious filth? Higher? This perception is too rough now, I hope to be able to discern more subtle changes in concentration. ’
[Yes, remote sensing is not as good as direct sensing. Use your body to directly touch it. 】
Huh? Lin Qi's heart moved, he took off his gloves and pressed his index finger on the floor.
(End of this chapter)