The Underworld Detective

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Looking at the blood parrot lying on the ground, my hand holding the bottle was shaking, and I couldn't imagine that I had done it.

The blood parrot's head was full of red liquid, of course it was not blood, but wine, she was just in a coma.

If I had n’t taken the antidote, I would have lost her mind under her turn offensive. This medicine is called Qing Qing Dan. It was created by Song Yuantu, the ancestor of the Song family ’s commoner. It is used to close my feelings when trying cases. Prevent misjudgments. Two days in Fufeng, I was afraid that I would not be able to cope with the blood parrot next time, so I placed a pill on my body for emergency needs.

I am completely in a state of emotional numbness. Even so, when I just hit her, my heart shook a bit. Under this fairy charm, no man can keep calm.

This is her strength and her weakness!

I immediately walked towards the door. The door was locked. I went back to Blood Parrot and hugged her to the bed. She had no pockets at all and didn't know where the key was hidden.

Fortunately, the effect continued, I was very calm, I carefully searched the blood parrot's body, found an induction card in her chest-hood, got a sticker on the door, and the door opened.

Before leaving, I glanced back at the unconscious blood parrot, feeling like a beast. Thinking about it, dipped a little red wine in his hand and wrote the words "I'm sorry" on the wall, then went out the door, locked the door, and broke the induction card.

This is an old building without an elevator. I ran downstairs at a stretch and immediately felt my heartbeat speeded up and my breathing was short, holding the escalator for a long time.

This is the negative effect of the ruthless Dan. Human emotions make it clear that various hormones in the body are playing a role. The ruthless Dan can inhibit the secretion of hormones, and at the same time slow the heartbeat to reach a state of ruthlessness, and the relative energy will be large discount.

I came to the street and borrowed a cell phone from a passerby. The passerby gave me a surprised look and walked away.

I looked for two other passers-by, and this was the reaction. I glanced at the shop window next to me, and I looked a little weird. Wearing a white shirt and tuxedo, but without money and a cell phone, it was as if he had escaped from an underground club.

In this world, everyone is insecure and afraid of causing unnecessary trouble. I can only sigh!

I am completely unfamiliar with Macao. I have no choice but to cry and laugh when I ask people for directions and language. I can only go back based on the impression, but I cannot find the north.

I was tired, I just sat on the bus stop and took a rest. Suddenly I saw a little girl in a dress on the side, holding a teddy bear in her hand, closing her eyes through the rushing traffic, she had already Go to a third.

I yelled "dangerous" and rushed over immediately, dragging her back to the sidewalk before a galloping truck hit her.

As soon as I took a violent action, the side effects of the ruthless Dan began to reappear, leaving me out of breath. I held my knees and panted while admonishing: "Little girl, this is too dangerous, what about your family?"

The little girl looked at me with her head crooked and smiled: "Uncle, you look so strange."

I said, "You're a kid, are you going to cross the road? I'll take you there."

She shook her head into a wavy drum: "Uncle, I'm playing a game."

"game?"

"Look over there!" She pointed across the road, closed her eyes, and remained silent for a long time, which left me confused.

I was about to speak. She put her finger to her mouth and shushed. I really didn't know what medicine was sold in her gourd and had to wait quietly.

After half a minute, the little girl closed her eyes and pointed at one direction: "There is a big sister in red dress."

Then she pointed in another direction: "There is an aunt pushing a stroller there."

"There are a pair of grandpas."

"There is a big brother who just finished school!"

Without pointing, she pointed out all the pedestrians walking across the street, and I stared in shock. Is this super power?

She opened her eyes and cried cheerfully, "I'm all right!"

"You ... how did you do that?"

"This is the game I play."

I still don't quite understand. The little girl blinked mysteriously: "I'll play another game for you!"

She glanced down the road, closed her eyes, and began to memorize the numbers. I looked at the lane on the right. It turned out that the number she carried was the license plate of each car in that lane.

"Uncle, am I right?" The little girl opened one eye and looked at me playfully.

I thumbs up: "All right!"

"Great!" She said cheerfully.

I seem to understand that she has very rare camera memory, her right brain is more developed than ordinary people, and the images seen by the eyes can be stored in the brain like photos.

So when she glanced across the road, she knew the characteristics of all the pedestrians, and accurately knew their respective positions after half a minute by the speed of the pedestrians; just as she crossed the road with her eyes closed, she already knew all the vehicles in her brain. The trajectory can be accurately avoided.

Although I know the principle, I am still amazed. This kind of near-powerful memory is inexhaustible. It is said that once a person abroad had a superb memory after a brain injury, and he could write down 20,000 books verbatim.

The little girl was so naive, I couldn't help but want to tease her, I pointed to my eyes and said, "In fact, I can do it."

"You bragging! Don't be embarrassed!" The little girl was angry.

"Then I'll show it to you."

I fired the pupil of the cave and glanced at the road, closed my eyes, and the picture was printed on my retina in the form of an afterimage. Before the afterimage disappeared, I quickly read the license plate number of each car.

I opened my eyes and saw the little girl cover her mouth in surprise: "Uncle, you are like me."

"No, no, I'm far worse than you. Little girl, is your memory innate or acquired? ..."

I didn't finish talking, suddenly a big hand grabbed the collar violently and pushed it to the telephone pole aside, a middle-aged man in a sweater stared at me fiercely and said, "Who sent you! Say!"

I quickly raised my hands: "Brother, I just passed by."

"Passing by?" The middle-aged man tossed a bag of food carried in his right hand, pulled out a dagger from his pocket, pointed at my eyes and asked, "Again, who sent you!"