Jacob was still repeating "why" in his mouth until he left, and the despair that grew in his heart was embarrassing.And Jacob indiscriminately vented all his anger and grief to the melon-eating crowd present, and even tried to die together, and Horden was the main target, and the sharp and sharp negative emotions were like a sharp knife stabbing everyone in the body, as if accusing everyone on the scene.Issa, who fears that the boy might feel guilty and blame himself and then be bound by a moral dilemma, steps forward to offer comfort, but the boy's reply is slightly surprised."
It's a pity."
Issa, unsure of what she heard, blurted out involuntarily, "What?
”The boy shrugged his shoulders slightly, staring at the ground with a suffocating expression, "It should be a cup of golden satin beer for Keith, what a pity." ”Golden Satin Beer?
Issa followed the boy's line of sight, and could see the wine glasses and food scattered on the floor, and the target that the boy was looking at was Kasan's wine glass."......" is full of black lines.Issa turned her head, and then she could see the young man picking up his glass, taking a sip, and his eyebrows stretched out, revealing a look of contentment, as if he was feeling the taste of gold satin beer all over his body, and she was really ......
Dumbfounding.It seems that her worries are simply unnecessary.The foul mouth had already come to his lips, but Issa still took a deep breath, endured it, and took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, "Issa Vestrom, Squadron Leader of the Eighth Jurisdiction Murder Team in the Lower City of Iwabuchi." ”The boy paused slightly as he held his glass, like a rabbit being frightened, his shoulders and arms shrunk back slightly, and then he smiled politely and reservedly, "Holden Herlo." ”It was exactly like a good baby, and he held Issa's right hand in a formal and formal manner, and said a little stiffly, "I'm really sorry, I didn't cause trouble just now, did I?"
”It seems that the fear is only beginning now.Issa's eyebrows raised slightly: Could it be that everything that happened just now was all the blood boiling in a state of excitement?
Is it just an ordinary student in front of you?
Although the contrast is huge, it is not impossible.Under the domination of adrenaline, the hot blood goes straight to the head, and countless people may appear different from usual, and Dimitri's impulse is like this; And it may not be impossible for Hoden, who witnessed the murder, to return to his usual appearance now that his blood has gradually cooled down.It's just that Issa doesn't quite believe it - looking at the well-preserved glass of gold satin beer, without a drop of bumps, she feels that things are not so simple.Issa always felt that the young man in front of him was worth studying carefully, but at this time, the clear eyes could not explore anything, so he could only put it aside for the time being."
No, you're not in trouble.On the contrary, you have done a great job and we must thank you. ”Issa said with a smile.Hoden's eyes lit up, "So, is there a reward?"
”"......"
Issa couldn't help choking again, her temples began to beat, her first reaction was to scold, but after all, she still controlled her emotions and laughed helplessly, "I'll try to apply to the bureau."
After all, you helped solve an important case, and the deceased's family should be very grateful.I'll go back and see what I can do. ”As he spoke, the call of the security guards came from behind them, and they needed to close the team.Issa looked at Howlen carefully, but still found nothing, always felt that something was not quite right, but he couldn't say it, and finally had to give up.After nodding and greeting again, Issa turned around and joined the ranks of the security team, leaving one after another.Standing in the middle of the bar, Guzmin made a start-up gesture, and between the upper and lower palms of his hands, small tornadoes could be seen, and then these tornadoes were pushed out towards the ground, one, two, three......
It grew to fifteen, covering every corner of the bar, with all the crumbs and booties under control.Then, one after another, the small tornadoes began to converge and evolve into a large tornado, about half a person tall, but it did not stop, but swayed in the direction of the back door of the bar, Guzmin did not even need to move, all the cleaning work was completed, and the bar returned to its original appearance again.Even the strong smell of blood in the air had dissipated, and the faint smell of rust was a reminder of what had just happened.Originally, I thought that the murder scene needed to at least keep the situation, or record the situation, but none of them.The vigilantes didn't even specifically record the scene or ask for the testimony of eyewitnesses — not even Holden, a key figure.The bar reopened quickly, and I thought that the people who ate melons should be frightened, but I didn't expect it to be lively again after just ten minutes, and the nearby residents gathered one by one, and even the crowd was even more turbulent, eager to discuss the incident just now.Obviously, the investigative methods of this continent are still in a relatively primitive stage, and the evidence and the preservation of the scene are very crude.No wonder Issa said that without Holden, it is estimated that the case would not have been solved; Perhaps, Jacob was able to escape."
Smack."
As the tornado dissipated through the back door, so did the white lighting hanging overhead, and the bar light returned to a creamy hazy state.The view directly in front of Hoden, which had been blocked by Issa, was now reopened, and then Hoden could clearly perceive Guzmin's gaze.Guzmin stood in the midst of the surging crowd, slightly constricted his pupils, and quietly stared at Hoden, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the skin and touch the soul, like a hunter aiming at his prey, and as if a prophet was exploring the future, firmly locked on Hoden, and looked carefully.Air condensation.Unlike Issa's greeting just now, this one glance seemed to be able to see through Holden's true face: he was not the original Holden-Herlo, but an outsider, occupying this shell, and was moving.The sharpness and profundity that penetrates the back of the head is chilling.In an instant, Hoden sensed a sense of red fruit, and all the masks and armor could not hide his red fruit feeling; At the same time, he could faintly detect a faint smell of sunlight - like the fragrance of lemon wafting on the surface of the water, and then his eyelids began to sink involuntarily.It's a bit like entering the Umani church in the morning, but the sense of restraint and stagnation is more pronounced, and the aura of nothingness is slowly seeping through the pores, and then everything becomes transparent and clear—there is no way for the body or soul to continue to hide secrets.Wait, that's not right!
I didn't feel scared after experiencing the bloody scene created by Jacob just now, but at this moment, all the hairs on Hordon's back stood up!
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