The bustling auditorium has been emptied, and the lively scene of singing and laughter is only cold, and the pictures on the roof and walls are still moving quietly, just like the world of onlookers who are suffering in the world, but the sighs and vastness of things and people cannot be described in words.Babble.Pushing open the back door of the auditorium, the humid and cool air rushed to the face, mixed with a jerky smell of blood, diluted by the breeze, you can still feel the rich fishy smell splashing around, it seems that the skin pores can feel the viscosity and burning of fresh blood, it is indescribable whether it is cold or hot, goosebumps involuntarily began to bubble out, and the stomach rolled faintly.The back entrance of the auditorium is the sports field.Tennis courts, cricket courts, football fields, swimming pools, etc., are distributed in different corners of the open area, and the paths between the fields can see weeds growing freely, but they do not look desolate and dilapidated at all, but add a little vitality, and can't help but paint the scene of midsummer in your mind.You don't need to ask, just follow the direction of the crowd and gradually get closer to the scene of the accident.At this time, there are not many "audiences" who are still at the scene, but there are also a lot of them, looking at it, it seems that there are twenty people, scattered in different areas."
It's you!
You were the one who killed Gretta!
It's you!
You beast!
”"It's not ......"
"It's you!"
If it's not you, why are you running away?
Why did we see you escaping from the tennis court?
Why are you all scared all over your face?
We've got you on the spot, and you still want to quibble?
I'll kill you!
I'm going to kill you right now!
How can you do this to Gretta?
”Staccato conversations followed the wind, and as we got closer, we could see a small commotion—a young boy was pulling him away, but he was still blushing and angry, struggling and waving his fists in an attempt to keep going.The other man lying on the ground struggled to crawl back, his dirty appearance and the bloody appearance of his face were extremely embarrassed.The young boy's hands were clamped, but his legs were still unrelentingly kicking towards the man, which also made the people who were helping a little uncontrollable, and called for more help; Next to him stood another young boy with faintly similar facial features, who was trying to come forward to help, but he didn't know where to start, so he paced back and forth timidly and reservedly."
Star, calm down!
If you don't calm down......"
Richard Froude's stern and cold voice came, but before he could finish speaking, the young boy who had been restrained by the crowd cursed with a splash of mouth, "You dare!
Richard Froude!
If you dare to use psionic bindings on me, I promise you'll regret what happened tonight!
”This also explains why no one on the scene used psionic suppression - since he dared to call Mr.
Froude's full name, it was clear that he had no fear.But the swearing didn't end."
You have to give me an account!
You all have to give me an account!
Otherwise, I want you to be buried with me!
Do you hear that?
I want you all to be buried together!
My father owns half of the abyss!
He will make your life worse than death!
I do what I say!
I ask you to punish the murderers on the spot!
”Half an abyss?
Holden's eyebrows lifted slightly.Immediately after, Mr.
Froude raised his right hand and waved it lightly, and a wave of ropes made of water and light bound the young man's hands and feet—and his mouth.The world is finally quiet."
That's the eldest son of Count Giocomo.Iwabuchi was originally the personal domain of Count Geocomo, but after the Empire consulted him, he still owned more than half of the land when the city was built, as well as the jurisdiction of the fishing port and dock.The title of count has been passed down from generation to generation and has come into the hands of the current Count of Giocomo.He has more power than the mayor. ”Brutus's explanation came to my ears, and the amount of information in just two sentences was a bit huge, but it could explain a lot of problems.Howlen's attention was immediately drawn to the murder scene in front of him, the bright red blood that was so thick that it almost coagulated dragged, paused, and exploded on the ground, and the bloody and violent scene could be felt just from the trajectory of the blood - this was definitely not an accident, but a murder.And it's a violent type of murder.The victim was initially attacked, launched a counterattack and confrontation, tried to escape, but was unable to resist, the perpetrator chased after him, followed all the way, bright blood on the green of the grass tennis court wrote the ins and outs of the entire victimization process, and finally the victim fell to the ground and died, and the perpetrator still did not stop there.The victim's entire head had been shattered into a pulp, and the brain was mixed with blood in a radioactive explosion, and the splattered blood could even reach seven meters away—something Hodden could catch out of his sight, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to find traces further afield.The tragic and bloody picture makes people's stomachs tumble violently, and as the footsteps approach, the bloody smell becomes thicker and thicker.You may have wondered why the victim's head was hidden in the shadows and could only capture a silhouette; And what is that white mixed with red liquid?
But as soon as I got closer, my brain came up with the correct answer after a brief pause, and fear and nausea began to surge.Not to mention Raypeters, Brutus and Robben, even Horden's stomach was churning violently - it was much more tragic than the death of Victor's family, and the impact of the vivid picture instantly broke through the defenses.Although Hordon was mentally prepared in advance and controlled his sensitive sense of smell, he was still not very skilled in control, and the strong smell of blood still came to his nose, instantly creating a physiological level of discomfort, even more terrifying than the picture itself, as if the Sichuan hot pot had been overturned, and then it was stuffed with various ingredients mixed with countless red peppers and tumbled out.The breath came to the face.The other three friends were a little unable to support it, so they stopped and adjusted their breathing.Holden had silently completed his breathing adjustment and continued to walk forward.Mr.
Froude noticed Holden's figure, his serious expression did not fluctuate much, and he could not detect specific emotions, he took two steps in the direction of Holden, but he didn't want Hoden's attention to be completely on the murder scene, and he didn't mean to say hello, Mr.
Froude, who was ignored, didn't mind, just reminded, "Pay attention to the soles of your feet." ”Hodden glanced up quickly, and nodded politely to Mr.
Froude, "In order to avoid destroying the scene, everyone should step back, otherwise the murderer will hide here, destroy the scene, or take the opportunity to hide his whereabouts at the scene, and we will not be able to judge." ”Mr.
Froude was a little confused, but Hoden had already begun to observe the murder scene, and he turned his head to cast his gaze in the direction of Thunder Peters and the others, "Control the wind element to clear the breath under the nose, and then purify it with the light element, and there will be no problem."
As a psyker, you act like a psyker. ”With that, Mr.
Froude turned to catch up with Howlen.()