Chapter 180: Witnesses to the Murder [Ordinary photos, capturing the murder...

"Get lost!"

A shout caught Cecia's attention. She walked in the direction of the sound and saw a bridge.

There were two people on the bridge, who looked to be about 30 or 40 years old. They were talking heatedly and seemed to be arguing about something.

But the distance was too far, and she couldn't hear anything except the initial shout.

The conflict between the two escalated and even escalated into a physical fight.

【You want to take a picture of the scenery here, so you pick up an ordinary camera. 】

No, who wants to take a photo?

Before she could react, her arm rose uncontrollably, and she skillfully picked up the camera, adjusted the angle, and aimed it at the bridge.

Is this a landscape shot?

Through the camera, she clearly saw the two people arguing. The faces of both parties became more and more hideous and distorted, and the conflict seemed to have reached an irreconcilable situation.

The two people were pushing and shoving each other, and at the moment she pressed the shutter, one of them was suspended in the air and fell off the bridge.

...It seems like I captured something extraordinary.

[What just happened happened so fast that you couldn't understand what happened, and you quickly looked down to check the contents of the camera.]

Whenever the system voice similar to narration sounded, her body was out of control and she was forced to act according to the content of the broadcast, like a puppet being manipulated.

After looking at the corresponding photos, the feeling of being controlled disappeared, and the timing of the shot was very clever, just in time to capture the scene of someone pushing another person down.

This was not an accident, this was a homicide.

The special items in the ordinary world should be related to this incident...

She looked up and a chill ran through her heart.

There was no one on the bridge, and the murderer who pushed someone off was nowhere to be found.

[The murderer has disappeared, and your heart is beating fast. The flash of the camera in your hand is not turned off, and the shutter sound is very harsh in the silent environment. Perhaps the murderer has noticed your presence. His disappearance may be because he is looking for you. ]

There is no need to emphasize ordinary at this time!

Cecilia tried to control her body and wanted to go up to the bridge to see what was going on.

The person who was pushed into the water had not been in the water for long, so he might still be saved, and the murder case could be turned into an attempted murder.

Unfortunately, the copy doesn't intend to let her move freely.

[You were afraid of being discovered by the murderer, so you didn't call the police, ended your trip early, and returned home. Anxiety and panic took over your heart, and you kept thinking about the murderer...]

As the report ended, the surrounding scene changed rapidly, from the scenic riverside to a warm and simple room.

Are you going home now?

She was a little confused and walked around the room.

Not to mention, this copy is quite convenient. She doesn't even have to walk by herself, she can be teleported directly back home, as if there is a teleportation array.

Finally able to move freely, Cecilia stretched her limbs and began to conduct a carpet search in the room.

【You picked up the ordinary cup. 】

【You lie on an ordinary bed. 】

【……】

Since the number of confirmations was unlimited, she would try everything she saw.

Maybe - there is no maybe.

Sure enough, the final copy couldn't be completed so easily.

She checked everything in the room and unsurprisingly got the answer "normal".

As for what the definition of special is, she had no clue if she continued searching like this. She couldn't just look through everything in the copy. Who knew how big this place was...

Wait, the copy will not give out useless information.

There must be some clues to the murder case that was accidentally photographed. Could it be that the photo is the special item?

She took out her camera again and looked through it.

I have to say, this photo was taken very well.

Not only did the murderer's face appear clearly in the photograph, but also his hand pushing forward and the victim's body hanging in the air.

As long as we have this photo, we can convict the other party 100%.

[Ordinary photos, capturing the murder process. ]

The system announcement sounded, and it was still judged as normal.

She didn't find it too surprising and simply lay down on the bed.

At this moment, the clock pointed to 12 o'clock midnight, and a sudden drowsiness swept through her brain. She was still energetic and ready to continue her investigation in the last second, but in the next second she was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes.

This is not normal...

She thought drowsily, but eventually couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

…

asphyxia.

This was her first feeling.

It seemed as if her mouth and nose were all covered with mud. She couldn't breathe or move. Her limbs seemed to be entangled by something and she couldn't break free.

There was darkness before my eyes, leaving only endless pain and despair.

She seemed like she was about to die.

An inexplicable hatred welled up in her heart. All this was because of ■. It was ■ who made her like this. She would definitely kill ■——

Waking up from the nightmare, Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat.

The dream just now made her feel confused. She had never had such experience and emotions before. It was like forcing other people's feelings onto her.

I subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall, and the hour hand pointed to exactly eight o'clock in the morning.

After waking up, my brain gradually resumed functioning and I began to think about what happened yesterday.

That sudden and extremely strong drowsiness was definitely not normal. Just like the feeling of being controlled after hearing the narration, it should also be the mechanism of the copy.

She walked out of the bedroom. On the empty dining table yesterday was placed an exquisite breakfast, but she still couldn't leave the house, as if there was some kind of restriction.

She had already searched all the items in the bedroom yesterday. This time she started from the living room and turned the entire house upside down, but still found nothing.

Is there anyone living in this room? Why is there not even any information about the owner?

She seemed to be trapped here.

There were computers and other items in the study, but she could only barely turn them on and had no idea how to use them.

Therefore, there is no way to find out information about the homicide.

After a boring day, the clock pointed to 12 o'clock at midnight. The terrible sleepiness came on time, she yawned, and lay down on the bed without resistance.

In her dream, she returned to the river, where the murder took place.

But there was no one on the bridge, and the reassuring scenery had changed.

The green trees turned yellow, with only a few leaves hanging from the branches, looking like they would fall off in the next second. The clear lake water was no longer clear, but filled with a dark, sticky liquid that was hard to tell what it was, emitting a nauseating stench.

A strange scene...is it a dream?

Cecilia took two tentative steps. It seemed that the dream did not restrict her actions.

So she couldn't wait to run to the bridge.

The bridge in reality is clean and tidy, but here it has become extremely dilapidated, as if no one has repaired it for hundreds of years.

It makes a creaking sound when you step on it, and it feels so shaky, as if it will fall apart at any moment.

There's nothing here?

She ran around the bridge twice and almost overturned the wooden board, but she couldn't find any clues.

After leaving the bridge, she tried to move forward into the forest, but her range of movement was limited to the area near the river, and she would be stopped by an air wall when she reached a certain place.

...What exactly does this copy want to do?

It’s fine to be in jail in reality during the day, but do I have to be in jail in a dream at night?

Out of boredom, she simply walked along the air wall and actually found something interesting.

Through the wall of air on the river bank, a dark humanoid creature can be seen.

What is that?

There was still a certain distance between the other party and the air wall, and she was pressed against the air wall, so she couldn't see clearly.

One could only make out the human shape and the dark slime covering their bodies - it was like the liquid flowing in a river.

The slime hung from his body and kept dripping to the ground.

Plants touched by the mucus will immediately wither and turn black, losing all vitality.

Death by touch?

Isn't this a humanoid biological weapon?

Cecia lay on the air wall, observing with interest.

After watching it for a whole night, she came to a conclusion:

The dark monster was moving slowly.

The opponent's speed is extremely slow and cannot be detected by the naked eye, but by using the objects nearby as a reference and comparing before and after, you can find that its position is changing.

She opened her eyes and the clock on the wall showed exactly eight o'clock.

Forced to fall asleep at 12 o'clock, forced to wake up at 8 o'clock, there are restrictions on actions in both reality and dreams...

This copy seemed to be intended to stop her from trying to break the rules and pass the level violently.

Thinking about being bored in this shabby room all day, her anger rose rapidly, and she slapped the computer -

[Two days after the incident, you had a common nightmare and were terrified. You imagined the murderer coming to find you all day long, and you were terrified even when you heard the knock on the door.]

Can this thing also record system broadcasts?

Cecilia said nothing, just kept tapping on the computer.

[You don't want to see the relevant information and want to solve the problem by escaping. But the nightmare becomes the last straw that overwhelms you. You can no longer bear it and turn on the ordinary computer in the room. ]

Action descriptions appeared in the narration, and she lost control of her body again. She skillfully opened her computer and started looking for relevant news.

[However, you were unable to find any relevant reports, which amplified your anxiety. Could it be that the murderer covered up everything, and you became the only witness, and he would definitely not let you go...]

[In panic, you transfer the photos in the camera to the computer, trying to find the murderer's information through his appearance. ]

[The murderer has won a research award and is a bit famous on the Internet. You quickly collected relevant information about him. But the column about birth and death makes you feel uneasy——]

[The murderer is dead, and his date of death is exactly the day you photographed the murder. ]

[Is the murderer a dead person? Or did he have an accident after killing someone? Why is there no relevant report on the Internet... Thoughts like these occupied your mind, and the news of the murderer's death did not relieve your anxiety, but made you more panicked. ]

The long narration ended, and Cecia was finally able to control her body.

The murderer is dead, what are you afraid of?

She curled her lips impatiently and continued to browse the murderer's information on the computer.

The narration control does have its advantages. At least it can help her, a computer idiot, to find information. Although she tried hard to remember what she had just done, if she were to repeat it, there would probably still be some deviations.

The murderer had an excellent resume. He graduated from a prestigious university and studied abroad for his master's degree. He set up a project team abroad and won awards for his research results, becoming famous...

Why would such a winner in life kill people?