Ji Yongxing placed a small spotlight for auxiliary observation on the other side of the small bottle, looked at the bottle which was illuminated all over, and began to observe it "carefully".
No matter whose blood this was, he always felt that it contained almost endless knowledge.
If I can read it, if I can comprehend it, if I can parse and simplify it...
After looking at it for a while, Ji Yongxing reluctantly put it into his pocket, planning to observe it slowly after returning.
The effectiveness of blood rain has been successfully confirmed. Once the red rain comes into contact with living mycelium, it will begin to attack crazily.
However, it has no hostility towards other living organisms.
However, those hyphae that showed off their might in front of other living things seemed to wilt in the face of the blood rain. They soon collapsed and were completely killed.
Just as he began to continue his research, a loud shouting sound suddenly came from outside.
The researchers' attention was drawn to it, and after confirming that the incident had been basically resolved, they no longer had to worry about time and began to relax a little.
But when they heard people shouting outside, the researchers could no longer hold back.
Amid the chaotic noise, that sentence was very loud:
"Mr. Shield is dead!"
The unreserved shouts were like a death announcement, shocking everyone who heard them.
Everyone turned their eyes to Zhou Zhuo who was sitting in the front row.
The old man also seemed a little flustered by the sudden change.
The shock this incident brought to him was even greater than the blood rain just now.
He stood up from the stool with a swift movement that an old man would not do.
"Luo Ya, Qian Jingfeng, come with me to the scene."
He glanced at everyone and his eyes met Ji Yongxing.
"Ji Yongxing, you come too."
"OK."
Just a moment of eye contact and Ji Yongxing understood what the other person meant.
My teacher is not so confused about public and private affairs as to give me a back door in such situations. I just hope that my observation skills can be of some use.
At this moment, Ji Yongxing deeply felt what it meant to tell a lie and have to pay it back with thousands of lies.
Fortunately, my lies were not too outrageous, and the improvement of observation skills can be considered as part of my ability.
Otherwise, he really didn't know what to do in the future.
Is it wrong for me to conceal that identity and ability?
Ji Yongxing's doubts did not last long, because ten minutes later he saw the strange emblem made of glass shards and blood and the word "believer" neatly printed below it.
Fuck!
Made by our own people?!
Ji Yongxing was visibly panicked for a moment, and his breathing even slowed down for a moment.
But fortunately, no one was observing him closely at this time. Everyone's attention was focused on the dead body with a smile on its face in the wheelchair.
In the upscale lounge, everything is out of place.
Large and small debris were scattered on the ground, and the tables and various corners were covered with broken glass.
The whole house seemed to have been hit by a storm several times, and only the area around the wheelchair of Holy Shield Lucas was the last piece of pure land.
The fourth-level superpower, who was famous for his defense, was sitting in a wheelchair with a peaceful smile on his face.
His head tilted to one side, as if he had died of natural causes in his sleep.
Everyone couldn't believe that the Hope City executive who had been giving orders in front of everyone just a few hours ago had now become a peaceful corpse.
A heavy invisible burden weighs heavily on everyone's heart.
Zhou Zhuo was the first to regain his composure and pull himself out of the deep sadness.
He withdrew his right hand that wanted to touch the holy shield, as that was a violation of the on-site regulations. He used reason to overcome his extreme sadness and kept himself calm enough.
"Let's inspect the scene. We also need to complete the most basic records before the people from headquarters arrive."
The three people brought by Zhou Zhuo dispersed. Luo Ya and Qian Jingfeng, as two non-professional researchers, had experienced several similar incidents before, which was why Zhou Zhuo brought them along.
As for Ji Yongxing, he was instructed to act alone and began to observe all the details of the scene.
Ji Yongxing observed as he moved closer to the window and stuck half of his head out to observe the surroundings.
Where did the attack come from?
The tempered glass shattered so thoroughly that if it was an external impact, the area that was hit would have shattered even more thoroughly.
But now…
Ji Yongxing looked down. The afternoon sunlight was very bright. With his ability, he could easily see the ground directly below the floor-to-ceiling window.
There wasn't a single shard of glass there.
He reported his findings to Zhou Zhuo alone, as he would not be able to explain the source of his information if there was no one else around.
The deputy director nodded and fell into thought. After a few seconds he said:
"Negative pressure should be severe negative pressure in a short period of time."
He looked at the only remaining ventilation fan in the room and said to himself:
“It should be a superpower crime.
"Alas, the world is really going downhill."
Ji Yongxing didn't know how to respond. Seeing the other two people coming over with some discoveries, he silently adjusted the distance between himself and Zhou Zhuo.
At this moment, he had no intention of conducting a thorough investigation of the scene.
How to explore this?
What if it turns out that I’m related to you?
To take a step back, even if you are not aware of it, as a believer, it will still have a very bad impact.
And what Ji Yongxing couldn’t understand the most was why?
Why kill a powerful superhero who protects humanity?
Both Dr. Lin and the paperhanger said that the purpose of the believers' organization was to save mankind from the impending destruction.
There must be something I don’t understand yet.
Like the death of Aegis.
That's right, the death of the Aegis.
Ji Yongxing suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his thinking. He should not avoid what had happened. Instead, he should be more proactive and actively participate in the investigation to restore the whole truth.
The key is the death of the Holy Shield.
Why did he die?
How did he die?
Why did he die smiling?
Ji Yongxing slowly approached the corpse, a gleam in his eyes as he began to observe carefully.
The Shield has a large frame and doesn't look that weak.
The angle of his right arm is a little twisted, perhaps due to illness.
The smile on his lips showed no signs of fakery; it must have come from the heart.
Finally, Ji Yongxing saw the neck of the Holy Shield.
A slight sense of disobedience arose in his heart.
After Ji Yongxing turned off his ability, the sense of disharmony was much lessened. If it weren't for some residual sensory feelings, there might not have been that feeling at all.
The neck has been processed.
Ji Yongxing frowned, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Shengdun's neck, but when his hand was halfway extended, an old but powerful hand grabbed his wrist.
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