Chapter 247: Beauty trap, attack the heart first! [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

Alive. Alive! ?

In an instant, the office fell into silence and everyone was extremely stunned.

Bringing a dead person back to life!? The murderer's attitude towards the deceased Zhang Hao determined that the so-called Liu Jia was most likely dead.

Since he is dead, how can he come back to life? Especially after being dead for who knows how many years! Forget about how many years. Even if you can bring back the person who died yesterday, you can walk sideways in this world. If you don't like someone in the black and white worlds, he will disappear the next day.

At the same time, your wealth will increase dramatically.

"No, it's impossible."

Zhao Hailong reacted, frowned, and spoke hesitantly.

"Everyone is dead, how can they survive?!"

Xu Hao nodded and did not refute.

Indeed, the dead cannot be resurrected, this is an ironclad truth.

He is not God and cannot resurrect people.

But. "What if it's not really about bringing a person back to life?"

Xu Huo suddenly asked back.

He exerted force with his legs, and the chair under his butt turned, so that he could look at Zhao Hailong face to face.

"What is our goal in bringing people 'back to life'?"

"Let the murderer reveal his flaws!"

Zhao Hailong asked tentatively.

Xu Hao nodded.

Yes, the goal of bringing a person back to life is to expose the murderer's flaws so that the police can catch him.

In other words, "We don't need to bring a person fully alive."

"All we need to do is to satisfy the conditions that will allow the murderer to show up and reveal his flaws!"

Xu Hao said affirmatively.

"And this condition is to make the murderer feel that Liu Jia is alive and well!"

Zhao Hailong paused slightly.

Then he understood what Xu Hao meant.

What it means is to use some means to deceive the murderer and make him think that the deceased Liu Jia has come back to life. That's all that's needed.

The means are not simple.

It can even be said that it is difficult to do.

Why? Let me give you an example.

Even if there is someone standing now who looks exactly like Liu Jia and has the same temperament, even if it is really Liu Jia herself.

So.

How can you let the murderer know that Liu Jia is alive? A phone call? Sorry, the murderer doesn't need this at all.

Appear in front of the other party? Good idea, but if the police knew where the other party was, there was no need to let Liu Jia "come back to life", they could just arrest him directly.

So it is difficult. The most important thing is “how to make the other party believe it?”

Zhao Hailong fell into deep thought. He didn’t think that this plan would fail, but there were some doubts that he hadn’t figured out yet.

"You don't need to make the other party believe you. Explaining too much will only make them suspicious."

Xu Hao shook his head and a smile appeared on his face.

Let me give you an example.

In ancient times, there was a strategy to win people's hearts and minds, called the "beauty trap".

The worst strategy of the beauty trap is to attack the body, the best strategy is to attack the heart.

It is not simply about finding a beautiful woman or a handsome man and throwing him over. On the contrary, the last thing needed in a beauty trap is the skin.

It doesn't even matter whether it's male or female.

What matters is the weight it holds in your heart.

Not to mention 90% similarity, even if it's only 70% or 60% similar.

Even if you know it is fake, it will still make you distracted, self-deceiving and self-paralyzed.

Therefore, "we don't need to prove it forcefully, we just need to avoid revealing any major flaws."

Xu Hao spoke up.

"Even say"

"The murderer may be more eager than us to prove that this is true!"

As long as you fall into this mentality, your subsequent thinking will be no different from that of a gambler.

A mentality of taking chances!

Zhao Hailong nodded. He understood. The honey trap was indeed cruel enough, but "How to act it out?"

He frowned and glanced at the people around him.

The people around me looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

There are not many people in the office, three women and seven men.

You definitely can't find a man to play Liu Jia, but as for a woman... Among the three women, only one girl is fairly pretty, and the other two are very strong, which is completely different from Liu Jia's reputation.

Even if it was the pretty girl, her voice was not right and her appearance and behavior were definitely not right.

And this kind of plan will not have a second chance! "Boss, I definitely can't do it."

The gentle-looking policewoman noticed that Zhao Hailong's gaze was on her, and her face suddenly frowned and she said aggrievedly.

"You know, my acting skills in the last rehearsal are still being used as a negative example."

Zhao Hailong sighed.

Then he looked to the side.

The middle-aged female police officer scratched her head and said, "No, no."

Just when he was still thinking of finding someone else.

Xu Huo suddenly spoke.

“No need to find someone to act.”

"unnecessary!?"

Zhao Hailong was stunned. His brain really froze.

You have to pretend to be someone else to deceive the other person, but you don't need to find an actor.

How can you cheat then?!

It can't be a dream, right? "Tell me, what if I can make Liu Jia speak?"

In a trance, Xu Hao suddenly said.

Let Liu Jia speak? Let Liu Jia personally tell the murderer Zhang Hao where she is!? Instantly, Zhao Hailong's pupils shrank.

He became serious.

"What's the meaning?"

"Literally."

Xu Hao watched the audio sent by Zhang Liang and listened to the voice that belonged only to Liu Jia.

The current level of human technology is not capable of truly resurrecting the dead.

But. You can appear in front of others in another way.

If it was just a simple version, Xu Huo could do it now.

As for how to make the murderer reveal his whereabouts and find him. Xu Huo was not anxious, but the murderer was anxious! He did not succeed in the time when he should have been extremely anxious, so his psychological activities can be imagined.

so.

Now he just needs to "let Liu Jia die."

"Talk to the murderer!"

"Kid, you are a little too murderous."

"I'm here to see my face. Is there any cure for this face?"

"Appearance is determined by the mind. Donor, your face is related to your mind. If you can improve your mindset, you may gain something."

“It’s a birthmark.”

Magic City, at an overpass.

The management of Shanghai in 2004 was not particularly strict. At least beggars, vagrants, and feudal and superstitious old men still existed.

They are usually found in several busy night markets and are often seen in flyover areas.

At this time, an old man with bulky clothes and a long beard was sitting on a stool with a Bagua diagram in front of him.

The surroundings are filled with flashing neon lights, which are overwhelming. Noisy sounds are ringing in the ears, and passers-by are walking back and forth around.

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

"Birthmark? Oh, who cares about that?"

The old man pulled an arm out of his sleeve and spoke with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Donor, your face is called a yin-yang face in my opinion. The yin and yang energies are not in harmony, and your personality will change repeatedly. Because of this, you will develop a very good eloquence and use it to hide your inner thoughts."

"With this, the yin-yang face will become more and more obvious. You have to find a way to adjust it."

The old man muttered something mysterious, looked at the young man seriously and spoke.

As the young man listened, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"You are really interesting, old man. You are much better at speaking than I am."

"I think you shouldn't be telling fortunes here. You should go on stage and do crosstalk. The place will definitely be packed!"

"Well, it's just to make a living." said the old man proudly.

"So, this face is really beyond saving?"

The young man raised an eyebrow.

He is not tall, but not very short in the south, and is even taller than the average.

He has a yin-yang face. The left side of his face is normal, but the right side is pitch black. If you look closely, it seems to be red and purple. His skin is numb and rough, which makes people feel sick at a glance.

"Donor, I told you."

The old man restrained his pride and said seriously:

"You're a bit too murderous!"

"Tsk, I haven't killed anyone."

The young man said innocently, "Besides, I look like this. Anyone who sees me would probably give me a murderous look."

"I didn't look at your face, old man."

The fortune teller said happily.

"What are you looking at?" the young man asked curiously.

"Look at this."

The old man stretched out two fingers and pointed at his eyes.

"Look at the eyes?"

The young man was surprised and blinked, "Is there still murderous intent in my eyes?"

"Yeah." The old man nodded.

"But I've never killed anyone!"

The young man was speechless, with a helpless expression on his face, and his tone exuded the old man's unprofessional emotions.

"What's the matter?"

The old man glared, "What does murderous intent have to do with whether or not you've killed anyone!?"

"Old man, I want to kill someone every day. Damn it, what kind of questions do you ask every day?"

"Two men came up to me and asked if they could be together forever, and one asked me how long it would take for my husband to die."

"Today you come to ask me for a folk remedy to remove birthmarks!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Old man, I want to know, I am still setting up a stall here!?"

The young man smiled awkwardly, paid the money and left.

He was in no hurry to leave.

Instead, I went to the flea market at the night market.

This place sells second-hand items. The stall owner's hands are tucked into his sleeves due to the cold, and there are some old items in front of the stall.

There are antiques, collectibles, and calligraphy and paintings.

And of course, there are some toys.

The young man squatted down, picked and chose among the toys, and finally picked out a few toy cars.

"Are there such things as nitric acid?"

"Do you think I'm a department store?"

The boss took the money speechlessly and gave some change after careful selection.

After giving it to him, he paused, then looked at him suspiciously.

"Also, why did you buy so many toy cars? It's hard for me to get these things in stock."

"The money you gave me is more than enough to buy a new one."

"Why do you care so much?"

The young man said speechlessly and took out the money.

"Okay, take your time, I'll come find you if I need anything else."

"Well, walk slowly. The demons haven't been very peaceful lately."

The stall owner spoke up.

"I heard that a lot of people died, and I don't know why. Be careful and don't get affected."

"Don't worry, I'll pay attention."

The young man smiled and turned away.

In fact, he is not very familiar with the boss.

But it's not a big problem. What he is best at is chatting with the other party. After a while, they can talk for a few words. Besides, since it is a business deal, the other party will also accept what he wants.

Of course, what he wanted to buy was not something important.

Just a bunch of toys.

Well, some nitric acid, by the way.

Nitric acid is not easy to buy, but he went to a gold shop to buy it. Some of the more unscrupulous gold shops would secretly accept some black gold of unknown origin.

To test or refine gold, he would need sulfuric acid. If he needed nitric acid, he would have to spend more money and ask the other party to get some.

The days passed one by one.

It was completely different from what the old man said about his murderous intent, and there was nothing to do with it.

Ordinary, plain and warm.

"Huh? Didn't he die in the explosion?"

When the young man returned home, he suddenly spoke.

At this moment, the air around seemed to drop several degrees and became extremely cold.

His home is a basement.

He didn't know how many basements this was. As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. He rented different places using different identities. Every time he needed to change locations, he would take his things there.

The basement was dark and without light, and the air was filled with a faint stench of dampness and decay.

The young man sat in front of the computer screen with an expressionless face, the dazzling light shining on his face.

A video was playing on the screen.

This is a surveillance video taken at a hotel.

In the video, a man is running away with another person, and just as the other person leaves, a huge explosion occurs.

The explosion had a fairly large range, with flames shooting into the sky. If you got a little closer you would get burned.

But no matter what, the other party did not die.

Looking at the man who stood up and left on the surveillance video, the young man's face instantly turned gloomy.

"How come he's not dead?"

“It shouldn’t be like that.”

He murmured, turned off the surveillance, and restored the hotel's system from the backend to its original state, erasing any trace of his existence.

Then he tapped the keyboard again.

In the dim room, only the sound of keyboards could be heard.

Until a moment later, the computer regained some permissions of a certain system through a loophole.

He didn't know what this system was called.

It was just discovered accidentally during an intrusion into the surveillance. Through the loophole, he could observe the surveillance of the entire Magic City! The previous murders, even the silent murders, were based on this! However, in a trance, the young man noticed something, his eyes changed, and he quickly tapped the keyboard.

The codes on the screen are constantly changing!

“There are experts.”

The young man quickly deleted his message and murmured as he looked at the hole that looked like a trap.

Think for a moment.

He tried to activate the backup plan he had left in the archive system, but the moment he activated it, he immediately destroyed it.

"No, where did this expert come from?"

The young man's expression changed again and again, his eyes were dark and his mind became increasingly anxious.

It was another trap. I left three backup plans, but they were all pulled out by the other party. I even used this as a trap.

If he stayed a little longer, the other party would be able to find him through the network! Who is this person?

There is still such a person in the Magic City! ? "Did those cops find him?"

The young man stretched out his hand and slammed it heavily on the table, his face looking ugly and gloomy.

A master came to the Magic City, and he knew this information yesterday.

I just didn't know it was so powerful!

The young man's mind was filled with mixed thoughts, but none of them let the other person go.

He didn't mean anything else.

I just want the target to die! Not only the target, but also the rest of the people, all the people who are the same as the target, must die together!

Kill, kill, kill until the other party is scared and no one dares to continue doing this!

Violent thoughts were racing through his mind, and he was becoming more irritable and anxious.

After a while, "Kill the person first."

The young man suppressed the urge in his heart and made up his mind.

This time he did not use the Internet, but a base station!

The form of a fake base station.

He placed countless fake base stations in the Magic City, hiding them around where some of the target people lived.

In addition, there are also some near the police station!

It was specially made at that time to prevent any fish from slipping through the net and being protected by the police and then disappearing. I thought I would never have the chance to use it, but now... As his hands pressed on the keyboard.

After a while.

The screen switched to another scene.

There are countless signal connections on it.

"Oh, sure enough, he's still hiding in the police station."

He had a sneer on his face and a hint of anger in his eyes as he looked at the selected signal without any thought.

He immediately disguised his own number so that no one could reversely trace his IP address when making a call, but he was able to lock on to the other party's address based on partial information.

'As long as they are out of the police station,'

Thinking this in his heart, the young man pressed the dial button.

'Kill one. Kill another.'

'Just one more will do, just one more.'

As these thoughts popped up in his mind, his thinking became increasingly extreme, while his hands were simultaneously making improvised bombs at the fastest speed.

Until "beep beep~"

The phone suddenly connected.

Just as he was about to quit, a voice rang out in a trance.

"Hello?"

A female voice sounded, and in an instant, the young man's body froze and stopped in place.

Even the movements of his hands stopped, as if time had stood still.

What is this sound? The young man didn't know.

The voice seemed to sound from the long river of history, emerging from his mind, from the distant memories, and rippling into his mind.

At this moment, his mind was instantly in chaos, his gloomy eyes became dull, and his thoughts went blank.

The phone continued to ring.

"Hello?"

"Who are you?"

Chen Zhi subconsciously moved his dry throat.

"I"

(End of this chapter)