“…… As a psyker, you act like a psyker. ”The bland words didn't have much weight, and there was no reprimand or admonition, but the hatred hidden behind the words could still be clearly felt, and it easily stung Thunderpeters.Thunder Peters' eyes darkened slightly.Brutus adjusted his breathing, walked over and patted his friend on the shoulder, not saying much, but a gesture was already indicative.Robben, whose stomach was rolling, also noticed Ray Peters' look, and he was slightly surprised.He thought that these young masters were always carefree - they didn't need to worry about money, they didn't need to worry about the future, they didn't need to worry about life, and what was there to worry about?
But now, Robben seems to understand what Brutus said in the library."
Who are you?"
Although Sta-Giocomo was forbidden to speak, there were many other people around, including the girl covered in blood who entered the auditorium and called for help.At this time, it was another girl who spoke, with her long brilliant golden hair curled into a high bun, and a pale gold evening dress outlining the lines of her face, bewitching and charming, with a mature charm that belonged to a woman.Even if there is a little panic and fear at this time, it does not damage the temperament.In an instant, all eyes were on Holden.Hordon didn't look up at all, but said in a hurry, "I suggest that you better keep a certain distance, otherwise the clues may point to you and prove that you are the murderer." ”"What?""
Nonsense!""
What's going on with this guy?""
Be careful what you say.""
Do you know who you're talking to?""
Get out!"
The foul language was mixed with the catharsis in the astonishment, and the gossip protested one after another, and Holden offended everyone present with only one sentence, which was really rare.But what's interesting is that complaining is complaining, and everyone reflexively gives way to show their innocence with practical actions.Originally, people had been standing at a distance from the corpse - no one wanted to go near that terrible puddle of liquid, but now a large clearing had been cleared, and the cold air around them was swarming in, and the bloody aura was diluted and diluted."
Who the hell are you?""
Tell your name!""
Why are you pointing fingers here!""
Hey!
Hey!
It's you, are you sure you're okay?
Or are you the murderer?
”"Which green onion are you?
Call the shots here?
”Even if the footsteps retreated, the whining, complaining and accusations never stopped, but no one really stepped forward to stop Holden - tonight's Holden was dressed in formal clothes, and his calm and elegant temperament completely calmed the scene, especially the focused and sophisticated inspection scene, and his every move revealed professionalism.Others can only guess, but they can't conclude, and no one can directly say Horden's identity, so his actions will inevitably be restricted.Mr.
Froude tried to stop everyone, but he himself was not sure: Horden had been invited to help more because of Ray Peters; Coupled with the fact that Hoden's comments did seem to have a positive impact before the vigilantes arrived at the scene, the invitation was made.However, if it is necessary to explain now, Mr.
Froude has nothing to say.So, Mr.
Froude chose to shut up, and his unfathomable appearance fell into the eyes of those who looked at him, and everyone else became vigilant.Mr.
Froude himself watched Holden intently to see if he could really help, and to make sure he didn't do it back.The crime scene is not complicated: a corpse on a tennis court with a broken tennis racket stained with blood and brains thrown next to it, and that's all.Apparently, both the victim and the instrument of the attack were left at the scene.In fact, the crime scene should be able to capture more clue evidence, such as footprints, such as the murderer's bloodstains, and then the fingerprints of the racket, and so on; But at the moment, none of these evidences can trace the murderer, nor can they be used as evidence, and even matching is very difficult.Despite this, Hodden was still very careful and made frequent movements - first using a combination of light and dark elements to create a development of footprints on the surface of the lawn, and those footprints could be simulated according to the high ground where the grass stems were broken, and presented to everyone.Then the surrounding grass was covered with a layer of frost with the ice element, and all traces of blood splashing were revealed.Then use the wind element to control the entire tennis court, find all the debris that has fallen into the grass on the court, and then pile everything up next to it.The series of maneuvers stunned everyone around him, not that Hoden's psionic abilities were skillful - of course, the control he displayed was truly eye-catching, with a commendable level of delicacy and precision; But it's more because of Hoden's skills that he has completely opened up a whole new world, successfully capturing trivial clues that are unimaginable and incomprehensible to the present generation.My mind is full of question marks: "What is this operation?"
”Even Mr.
Froude's eyes changed slightly.Involuntarily, the attention of everyone around was attracted by Holden, and even the eldest young master who was left on the grass and unable to speak or move was forgotten.After this period of exploration and familiarity, Horden's use of psionic energy has indeed improved to a higher level, and he can open the door to a new world according to his own whimsy.After a long succession, Hoden finally straightened up, his back bowed like a little old man, and then he walked slowly towards where Mr.
Froude was, and shook his head helplessly.Not to mention the others, even Mr.
Froude was surprised, "Didn't find it?"
”Hoden pursed his lips and did not speak, looking a little regretful and lonely.Then the crowd erupted in mockery, "It's so busy, and the result is a showmanship?"
Didn't find any clues?
It's a laughing death. ”"Bluff!
I thought it was a powerful character, but it turned out to be a vase. ”The voice of the spit was not suppressed at all, and it attacked sharply.Hodden didn't fight back.Then the voice became more and more unscrupulous."
Shame on you.""
The battle was as if the male god of Tamqi was possessed, but it turned out that the goddess Pomafu crossed the border and left nothing.""
Where the hell did this guy come from?"
Critical and sharp words went towards Hoden, and Ray Peters was the first to stand up, "Shut up, all of you!"
Looking at the way you look, it seems that you don't want to find the murderer at all?
So now that he saw that Holden didn't find out, he gloated one by one?
Who knows if the murderer is among you?
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