After watching the entire tragedy in the corridor, the little girl sighed with a sense of unfulfilled desire. She rummaged through her own mental space and found several bulging blood bags.
The senses of a lord-level monster are extremely sensitive, and she can keenly detect the slightest sweet smell of blood in the air.
The bloody smell kept teasing Feng Qingyue's thoughts. Feng Qingyue lifted up her trouser legs and looked helplessly at the faintly visible scales under her fair skin.
If she didn't drink the blood, she was really afraid that she would open the door and lick the wall in the corridor in a fit of rage...
The pointed little fangs stretched out, Feng Qingyue tore open the blood bag and began to enjoy the fresh blood.
She smacked her lips, somewhat disgusted.
Jiyuan's blood still tastes better...
Just make do with it for now, and when everything is settled, go and have a drink with Ji Yuan.
Feng Qingyue yawned lazily. After she finished drinking the blood, she casually put the remaining blood bag back into her spiritual space.
She slowly dragged herself back to the bedroom, wrapped herself up like a silkworm in a daze, and fell into a deep sleep.
What did the tragedy in the corridor outside have to do with her?
She is just a little girl who loves to sleep and keeps her room door closed.
When Jing Song heard the panicked voices of his men, he pinched his brows impatiently, with a hint of brutal murderous intent in his eyes.
Just by listening to the sound, you can tell how much noise they made...
I have to spend a lot of energy to manage relationships and suppress this matter...
Inexplicably, there was a lot more work to do, and Jing Song decided to follow up on the progress of the investigation into this incident himself.
After all, this kind of thing cannot be made public. Even if the federal police accepted the case, he would not be able to gain any benefits from it in the end.
It is also possible that some illegal things that have been done in the past will be dug up.
That would be a waste of time.
Jing Song walked into his technical department while communicating with his subordinates via optical computer.
Technicians have begun investigating and have retrieved all surveillance videos within the target house.
Technology in the interstellar age has changed our lives. Now there are several cameras on every floor of a building. Their main function is to provide all-round surveillance and prevent thieves from taking advantage of the situation.
Of course, this does not apply to criminals who have high technology and a strong anti-reconnaissance awareness.
After all, every policy has its own countermeasure.
then......
The scenes of those who were sent on the mission killing each other were recorded in full.
The scene is extremely bloody, and it makes people feel cold just by looking at it.
Jing Song accepted this well. He looked intently at the virtual screen, searching for some suspicious clues amidst the blood.
Not finding the image he wanted to see on the screen, Jing Song said impatiently, "Where's the camera footage from the mini probe?"
One of the technicians stood up, his voice trembling: "Well... for some currently unknown reasons, we have lost its relevant data..."
Jing Song's forehead veins bulged. He took a deep breath and suppressed his desire to kill: "Don't you have a backup?"
The technician shrank back at his workstation. "This kind of thing is against federal law. To avoid being caught by those people, all our products are destroyed at once..."
After hearing these words from his men, Jing Song was speechless.
No backup means they will have no way of knowing what the taskers saw and why they suddenly lost their minds.
He waved his hand mercifully and let the trembling technician go.
The technician breathed a sigh of relief.
Jing Song watched the video in the corridor over and over again. The more he watched, the deeper his frown became.
The door remained closed, and the taskers and the target had no contact at all.
and......
The surveillance footage shook violently for a while, and then the next second after the footage stabilized, an explosion occurred and the taskers killed each other.
The surveillance seemed to be affected by an unknown factor and did not capture the series of events that occurred before the explosion.
The strangest thing is that after a series of inspections, the technical department personnel found that there were no signs of hackers in these surveillance cameras.
Jing Song looked at the incoherent video footage, a dark glint in his eyes.
Feng Qingyue, huh?
That's really interesting...
A vicious murder occurred in the federal government recently.
Nowadays, when surveillance systems are extremely advanced, this vicious murder incident that occurred in a residential building has received widespread attention from the society.
In order to solve the case as quickly as possible and ensure the safety of the people, His Majesty the Federation personally ordered the mobilization of military resources to assist in the investigation.
As the only survivor on that floor, Feng Qingyue became the focus of questioning.
After coming out of the police interrogation room for countless times, Feng Qingyue sighed tiredly.
As she walked out of the police station, a familiar, elegant fragrance drifted towards her from the side and behind.
Ji Yuan put his arm around the girl's slender and soft waist, and pinched her face tenderly, "You must be very tired."
Feng Qingyue narrowed her eyes slightly, leaning against the man's solid chest, her tone rather hopeless, "You humans... why do you have so many things to do..."
Ji Yuan smiled glumly. He took Feng Qingyue's hand and led her outside. "After all, someone died. We have to do what we should do."
Yes, His Majesty the Federation knew the whole story a long time ago. The reason why he ordered the mobilization of military resources was entirely to give a certain marshal a chance to be intimate with his girlfriend openly.
Ji Yuan and Feng Qingyue were walking slowly on the street. When they passed a milk tea shop, they stopped at the same time in tacit understanding.
......
Ji Yuan took a sip of sweet milk tea and looked at the building surrounded by police tape: "Are you sure you still live here?"
Feng Qingyue calmly chewed the pearls she had sucked into her mouth and said, "Of course."
The two of them squatted on the side of the road without any image, chatting casually and looking very relaxed.
From time to time, people wearing full isolation suits would walk into the building along the cordon, and would come out carrying black bags shortly afterwards.
"one two three......"
Ji Yuan was a little curious: "What are you counting?"
Feng Qingyue pointed at the building and said, "I'm counting how many people they moved out."
She held her cheek and said cheerfully, "It's almost done. I can go back after I get those pieces of meat out of the wall."
Jiyuan:......
This is a bit of hell...
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