The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 180
Every day the number of deaths increases.

Every day, strange stories and strange stories merge with each other, target each other, and produce unexpected changes.

It was another night, the light of March in the sky illuminated the ground like day, and the empty streets were only the sound of rumbling trains passing by.Gwen was wearing a black mask and no boots on her slender feet wearing foot socks, in order to ensure that she could use the ability to control the silver string at any time.

This area is the middle commuter car area close to the lower car. It occupies a small area, about the size of two parks with small forests and small lakes in the previous life.The building lacks repairs, many houses have become dangerous buildings, and some are unfinished.The wall was severely damaged, and abandoned brass pipes and broken machinery were exposed.

Environment is poor.

Gwen was very dissatisfied. If it weren't for his own strength to ensure that the soles of his feet would not get dirty when he stepped on the ground, he might have to learn from Spider-Man and hang himself on the buildings.

He shook his free hand, although it was the air, it was as if he was holding a sword.

Something grew under the light of March.

Is it desire?
Or some abyss of disillusioned emotion that was constantly surging, uneasy like the air around here, a cluster of uneasy feeling.It’s like when it’s rainy, if you’re alone, you’ll feel relaxed, looking at the rain outside the window and even thinking about it; A cluster of unease is what Gwen feels here.

"The source of darkness."

A spark lit up in the air, and a trail of flames suddenly appeared in front of Gwen. Sparks circulated, flashed past him, and appeared behind him again in a moment.

Facing the attack from the fire point behind him, Gwen's years of combat experience played a role.

Without any effort, he has already judged that this is not the ability of the conversion system, the flames of the conversion system are much more fierce than this.It is definitely not the origin energy department, except for people like himself and Mihaila, the origin energy department will not be used as an 'elementalist' player.Then the main component of this ability is still 'physical damage'.

It's a knife or a sword or a gun.

Fantasy and fraud are the most likely.

If it's the former, it might be a good way to release the ability in the sky after the flame attracts attention, but if it's the latter...

With Gwen's highly concentrated attention, there was a slight ripple in the air.

hum-

The beam of fire light pulled out the sword light like a fiery red banner.The scorching air wave suddenly erupted, and the magic power eroded space and time. The last thing that could be seen from the puddle on the ground that was evaporated dry in an instant was a delicate sword-holding movement and a suddenly drawn lightsaber.

First, the right hand is backhanded and the middle finger and ring finger are slightly clasped, and then the left hand is held forehand, and the whole body gathers a little strength, as if, just like, a blow with a baseball bat, extremely ferocious but hides the secret of skill, a light-bladed sword The front, the front, and the angle of the swing have all been mastered.

Although I am afraid that some sword masters will say: [Your habit of using swords for decades is completely wrong]

But Gwen doesn't think of himself as a swordsman, nor does he think he needs to follow the principles of the sword.

This is just one of his countless means of causing damage, and the more powerful the lightsaber is, the more useful it is.

The lightsabers dissipated.

A corpse fell to the ground in two pieces, with a slightly smug smile on its face.

"What does the dark green robe represent?"

Gwen looked down at the corpse from a height, trying to find ideas from the dark green robe and its identity as a Welgie and its superpower of invisibility in the environment, but these fragmented clues were beyond Gwen's grasp. The gradually recovering engineer Gwen William took out logical thinking, but he could only get fragmented language.This is also the first step for William to be accepted by the rest of Gwen - well, you are Dumb too.

Do you want to call the curse blade over?

He thought, but decided to take out the script first and take a sneak peek.

Open the script, there are four words on the front:

[I touched it today. 】

"..."

Since feeding the script with magic power, the prediction accuracy and information accuracy of this object have increased again, and it can point to the question I asked in a small way.But the only bad thing is that its spirit has also begun to recover, resulting in things like codeword phobia.Basically, I will touch three days a week, and the remaining four days will only work for about ten days a day.

The only thing that can comfort me is:
Anyway, it is harder than Mao Deng.

"You can only rely on yourself, Gwen, show your root and perseverance. This is not a subject that depends on talent, you can do it!"

This is the knowledge that Curse Blade has instilled in himself all the time, that is, learning criminal investigation does not require talent.Unlike the big detectives on the silver screen, what is needed is a "no error" inspection. In simple terms, it is a systematic process, and the scope is confirmed by crossing off a list one by one in the mind.

Gwen was ready to do just that.

But then I discovered that Cursed Blade was purely the kind of Ling Ling who could play the violin in the womb, won the national award at the age of six, and went to Vienna at the age of ten.She doesn't think talent is important because this squirrel doesn't think he has talent at all!

Gwen collected all the clues like a normal detective, and that was the limit.

How to connect clues to clues for association is a crucial step that requires endless associative ability and the combination of ordinary light spots without bright spots, just like the moment when the computer lightly presses the switch, Countless data, the current starts to operate, the disk hums slightly, and the power supply starts to supply power after a sizzle.How can mortals do such a thing?

Ordinary people can't do it, and they can't put together this twisted Lego toy even if they rack their brains.

However, just when Gwen was determined to give up, the shadow behind him condensed.

He reflected.

Is it another trash?
Maybe it was because his words were too harsh, and there was no one source force user who could hide in the environment, but on the other hand, it was very appropriate.Because it is not Yuanlishi who does this, but 'pagan members', who wholeheartedly believe in a certain sect to obtain superficial knowledge of Yuanli, and obtain pagan members for a certain period of time by means of some kind of charging .

Said in a disdainful tone, that's just the 'three-day source power card'.

He holds his right hand empty, his left hand is lightly attached to his wrist, and the sole of his foot is on the ground.

"I am not your enemy."

A gloomy female voice sounded like she was suffocating Ollie behind her.

No hostility and no action.

hum-

But Gwen still drew the lightsaber and flicked it lightly.The Utopians who appeared at this time were not innocent. If they were beheaded by themselves, then blame Utopia, and blame themselves for liking to stand behind others.

Although he didn't use all his strength, the sword was still as fast as lightning.

The beam of fire light pulled out a brilliance.

The face of this woman flashed.

Or the lower half of the face.

Her upper face wears a black butterfly mask.He was wearing a pure black bulletproof fiber one-piece combat suit, black high boots and leather gloves, and a coat composed of countless shadow butterflies.

A fiery red lightsaber appeared from the opponent's hand, and the opponent held the sword in both hands in a very gentle movement, and solemnly pushed forward.

boom--

sizzle.

Sparks lit up the surroundings.

A lightsaber is much easier to wrestle with than a real sword, and Yuanli and Yuanli can mutually repel or attract each other.Although the lightsaber is a straight light beam without hand guards, it seems that it is easy to be chopped off by someone sliding down the blade, but in fact, an experienced source force messenger can use the lightsaber by strengthening the source force. Adaptability temporarily creates gauntlets, and the two swords are sucked tightly like now for wrestling.

Gwen's strength does not prevail.

Even if a person of his size had the strength of the limit value, he could not compare with others.In the same body type, except for Mihaila, who is an extremely rare power source, they are basically players like Gwen, who can't gain the upper hand even if they play to the extreme.

but.

The point of intersection between the fiery red lightsaber and the lightsaber was slowly pressing down on the woman.

The magic power is higher than the source power.

The magic power obtained through hard work is two levels higher than the source power.That is to say, if Gwen uses one point of magic power, the opponent must pay at least three points of source power to compete with it.

The fiery red light almost engulfed the opponent.

It could be seen that the lower half of the person's exposed face was completely red, not from being illuminated by the light, but from holding back.

Gwen watched for a second or two.

hum!
Withdrawing the sword, he jumped back lightly at the same time.

The silver strings suddenly appeared, tightly bound the body of the woman in the butterfly mask.

The woman who had been suppressed did not feel unwilling at all, but felt relieved.

"Mind flayer, I am not your enemy."

She said solemnly.This time she didn't use the Batman-esque bass, but her original voice, a bit low, a bit like a French accent, with a slight rise at first, and then a smooth voice.

"My enemies will sneak up on me from behind."

Gwen shook her hands and raised her head: "Give me a reason not to distract you."

Now he has become more and more proficient in this trick.

"Because for you, I can make up for the loss of Detective Lal. Please allow me to introduce myself a little bit. My name is Talos, and I come from Ximu, a small township. Although I know you The different trains are very interesting, but I still have to introduce myself first."

She spoke calmly, unintimidated by Gwen's mind-trapping threats.

"Outsiders always call me Detective Talos, and I was the opponent of Detective Lal in several cars. His death is a pity. He was an excellent opponent, and he was much more successful than me commercially. Therefore, The truth of his death fascinated me, and I knew that this bloody night would last for dozens of days. As far as I know, you and Detective Curseblade are the last people who have acted with him."

Talos' face was full of curiosity.

Even though he was restrained by silver strings, this person's calm demeanor still made Gwen feel that he didn't seem to be controlling her.

So he scratched the ground with his toes, and ticked back.

Boom——

Like the sound of steel strings being tightened, Talos' body was strangled, and red marks began to emerge.

"..."

Gwen no longer had a conversation with this wise man, but recalled the expression of Cursed Blade, showing a smile of "I was persuaded", and at the same time stretched back the thin feet that controlled the silver strings on the opponent's body a little curiously.

You are very smart?But I am crazy enough!

……

He felt that the silver strings on his body had reached a point where it was possible to kill someone.Talos put down the cryptic words, and said in a hasty tone: "I have a way to identify the identity of the sneak attacker you killed, and provide an intelligence network that is more accurate than your Cursed Blade detective. Not asking for much, just a chance to document everything up close."

"Record?"

"Well. As you know and see, I, Talos, am a detective, but I am far less commercial than Lal." Her voice suddenly became a little excited, "If Lal is still alive, I have The opportunity to recover. But he is dead, you know, almost no one can defeat a dead man. If future generations talk about the most famous detective on the line from Ximu to Baimu, it will always be Talar."

"so?"

Gwen let go of the silver string, expressing a certain curiosity.

"So what do you want to do? Record this unsolved case and solve it, so as to make fun of Detective Lal? The case that let him die was solved by you?"

"Crack the case?"

Talos took off his mask, revealing a rather mournful face.At the same time, he used a sarcastic tone to verify, "Lal must have said something unclear to you before he died?"

"Said."

"He still pretends to be mysterious and asks you to leave here?"

"correct."

"That's it!" Talos said excitedly, "He doesn't mean he has no clue at all, he just said something ambiguous. If he encounters misfortune rashly, these stories will be spread later, and some flatterers will say, 'Lal just took five minutes. Found the answer, and Talos took dozens of days to solve the case'..."

"Isn't it?" Gwen couldn't believe it.

"People don't care what the facts are, if a group of people wronged a good guy and it turns out they were wronged, do you think they'll be sorry? No, they'll just blame the good guy more 'Why aren't you a bad guy?' Must be the bad guy' conclusion. To some touts, it doesn't matter if Lal himself is better than me, they only care about their sales, their readers!"

The extremeness of Talos made Gwen immediately understand why Detective Lal was better than this one in terms of reputation.

Lal is more of a storybook detective.

On the other hand, Talos was extreme, and he didn't have much respect for the dead. He had a high self-esteem and was prone to jealousy.More like a mortal.

Try this mortal now.

He pointed to the two corpses on the ground.

"Prove it to me, if you're a very capable detective."

"a piece of cake."

Talos came over and took a pair of gloves from his pocket.

(End of this chapter)