Chapter 274 Other Cursed Ones (4K)

When Ms. Via heard the word 'Fantasy Clan', her expression immediately became fierce. She stood up suddenly, put her hands on the table, and asked:

"How do you know this, and who are you?"

"Listen, I don't care if you are a nocturnal tribe or a scoundrel who is the source of misery, but if you dare to hurt my daughter and interfere with my life, I will definitely kill you."

"I promise, I will kill you!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

The gentle temperament she had before has completely disappeared. After experiencing countless pursuits, she has long been accustomed to being vigilant and making things difficult. Gentleness is just a disguise for her.

While Ms. Via spoke, two muddy tears also flowed from the corners of her eyes.

This is not sad tears, but the power of the solvent has been activated.

"Ms. Via, there's no need to be so grumpy!"

"I know a lot."

"But what I am going to do now has nothing to do with you and the vendettas of your Ulf family. I am just a passerby."

"Don't force your grudges to be implicated in me."

"The memory of selling books has nothing to do with your Wulf family. What you need to do is to quickly show me that memory scene, and then you go back to your bookstore to have lunch, and I leave. Here, find my book.”

"It's that simple, don't complicate it!"

Wu Heng did not react to Wea's reaction and made no defensive moves. He still sat calmly on the chair, put down the spoon stirring the coffee, and said in a gentle tone.

Ms. Via's expression continued to change, and she was uncertain. After thinking for a moment, she tensed her body and sat down again.

At this time, she had discovered that no matter whether she called the waiter or screamed loudly, no one showed up. This place seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world.

"I can show it to you, but I hope you keep your promise and don't interfere with our peaceful life!"

In the end, unable to judge Wu Heng's strength, Wea chose to compromise.

Wu Heng smiled and nodded: "Of course!"

"Okay, I'll show it to you right now."

Wea Jiang gently pressed his hands on the temples on both sides of his head.

The diluted white wax-like substance that had just been secreted from the corners of her eyes began to flow out again, and turned into a large stream of white swirling smoke.

The smoke lingered around the two of them, and the environment in front of Wu Heng also changed.

He saw the bookstore that day and smelled the ink fragrance of the books on the shelves. Not only the sights, but also the subtle sounds and smells came to him.

This is the unique ability of the Phantom Clan.

Wu Heng saw a middle-aged man about 180cm tall wearing a green jacket, a black mask and a peaked cap, walking into the Yinghuo Bookstore. He slapped 500 US dollars on the table and said in a cold voice that he wanted an "ancient ritual". 'The original.

When Old Otto saw the money, he had no intention of paying attention to other things. He just calculated in his heart that selling one book was equivalent to selling 100 ordinary books.

Anyway, the content of the original version was too bloody. The abridged version was already available and could be printed at any time, so I chose to trade it.

The masked man picked up the book and left the bookstore without saying a word.

Although the other party was wearing a mask throughout the whole process, Wu Heng's unique rich voice, as well as his exposed eyes and figure, had been clearly observed at close range by Wu Heng, and were deeply engraved in his heart. As long as he saw a similar figure, he would Can be compared immediately.

the most important point is,

Wu Heng smelled two scents from the masked man.

One is the strong smell of blood. That kind of hypoglycemic blood has a 90% probability of belonging to an anemic woman.

And he must have been killed to have such a bloody smell.

The reason why he is so sure is that Wu Heng knows blood very well. He can feel that there are two types of blood smell in the other party, one is the smell of blood with higher oxygen content, and the other is the smell with lower oxygen content. The smell of blood.

Both of these bloody smells originate from the same woman.

There is only one possibility for two blood odors with different oxygen contents in a human body to appear at the same time:

That's the person's arteries and veins, all bleeding out.

This only happens when someone kills someone.

And there was another special aura that Wu Heng could still remember, that was the unique aura of the curse disciple.

Wu Heng was sure at almost the first sight.

The man who came to buy books had the aura of a curser. Either this man was a curser, or he must have had close and intimate contact with a curser who escaped from hell in one day.

In the memory shown,

When the masked man walked out of the bookstore, Ms. Via actually used the energy to sense emotions and shared it with Wu Heng's senses.

He saw the deep red emotion on the top of the masked man's head, which disappeared in the south direction as the man went out.

It wasn't until the other party walked a full kilometer that the crimson color above his head completely dissipated due to the distance limit of Via's ability.

The memory scene ends.

A lot of sweat broke out on Ms. Via's forehead, and her red dress was half wet and stuck to her body, revealing her curvy figure.

This seemingly simple memory display is actually very difficult and consumes a lot of money.

Because it's not like watching a movie, roughly playing back memories.

Instead, every particle of dust in the scene at that time, even the breath that she could not sense, would be reshaped.

It is almost equivalent to a 1:1 extreme modeling of various cells, bacteria, air, and elements in the bookstore at that time.

To this extent, even if the supercomputer burns out the CPU, it cannot achieve anything.

"Ms. Via, I have got the information I want to know, thank you for your help!"

"This is my business card. When you need help, write your name on it and I will feel it."

Wu Heng said with a smile, and put the tissue bag in front of Wea, motioning for her to wipe her sweat. This slight movement shocked Wea.

He immediately took a defensive stance, thinking that Wu Heng was going to kill the donkey.

Seeing that it was a misunderstanding, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a cold face: 'As long as you keep your promise and don't interfere in our lives. ’

"In that case, I'll leave first."

Wu Heng nodded in greeting, put the money for the coffee under the cup, and then stood up. He didn't mind Via's attitude, as long as the other party settled the matter.

Seeing Wu Heng about to leave, Wea said: "Wait!"

"What's wrong, Ms. Via?"

"Are there any questions?" Wu Heng turned around in surprise.

"Money!" Via said expressionlessly.

"What?"

"Ten thousand dollars, the reward you promised Old Otto, you will give it as long as you provide valid clues."

Via remained expressionless, but her eyes blinked twice involuntarily.

Wu Heng suddenly realized after hearing this.

He subconsciously believed that Wea was also a person with abilities. How could a person with abilities be short of money? Naturally, he ignored this aspect.

But he didn't expect that the Huan clan would be so indifferent to the world and long for a stable life.

Even making money is earned through serious work. Obviously, with a little use of ability, you can get a lot of money.

But I just don’t have to. I would rather work in a bookstore. In order to save money, I would rather cook by myself every day.

This is simply the most conscious law-abiding citizen.

However, everyone has their own persistence and choices, and their personal pursuits are also different. Wu Heng will not ridicule other people's beliefs because of this.

"Oh, that's true, I'm sorry, I just ignored it!"

Wu Heng showed an expression of sudden realization and immediately took out the ten thousand US dollars from the pocket of his windbreaker.

He neither gave more nor less.

In the other person’s mind,

This ten thousand US dollars is obviously the money she earned through hard work. Even if Wu Heng gives more, she may not take it, but it will be self-defeating.

Create a feeling of looking down on and deliberately belittling the other person.

Because based on the other party's solvent ability, if you want, you can become a billionaire in an instant.

Wu Heng turned around and left here again.

The plot related to the Fantasy Clan has not happened yet, and the source of suffering may not have looked away yet, so Wu Heng does not want to interfere too much.

The source of misery is a name exclusive to the fantasy clan. Not many people may know it, but it has another very famous name in the human world.

That is: Uriel!

Although Wu Heng has no intention of provoking this kind of existence at the moment, he still wants a treasure called the 'Divine Song' from the Fantasy Clan.

It's just that the Divine Song must have been destroyed by the source of suffering. I don't know if the remaining Fantasy people have repaired and reborn it.

But just wait until the plot starts later. This thing can't escape.

This is also the reason why Wu Heng borrowed the name of the business card and left the red paper.

As long as Weiya and the others encounter difficulties, think of Wu Heng, and sign their names, Wu Heng will know that the plot of the Phantom Clan has begun.

The reason why he didn't simply use his power this time was to directly force Via to compromise, honestly hand over her memories about the bookstore, and quickly solve the problem.

I just don’t want to make the relationship too tense. It would be bad if I scare the escaped fantasy mother and daughter, causing the plot to deviate too much and causing unpredictable accidents.

As long as it's not a change in the ending, changes in small things don't matter and have little impact.

Wu Heng was thinking as he walked along the south street to the nearest police station. After using his ability to affect the perception of these ordinary police officers,

He checked the cases of female homicides in the past few days.

There are only three cases in this area, after excluding that one of them is a woman who is fat and must have high blood lipid content.

The remaining two women's accident locations were south of the police station.

Correct orientation,

This is in line with the direction in which the masked man left.

I just don’t know if the other party killed these people for extraction or for some kind of ritual. But if the other party is a curse, it means that the masked man also has the ability to transfer skin.

This also means that body shape and appearance can no longer be the criteria for judgment.

But the smell of blood and the breath of the curser were enough to find each other.

It is too easy to identify such people in the crowd.

After all, except for the extremely rare forensic profession, not many ordinary people would be contaminated with human veins and arteries at the same time as blood that does not belong to them.

Wu Heng turned into black smoke and wandered in mid-air toward the south of River Valley Town, like a patrolling black hawk.

In just ten minutes, he discovered the original crime scene with the same bloody smell.

It was in an alley in the residential area of ​​Grasse.

There was only a pool of dried arterial blood left here, and there were traces of spreading to the end of the alley to the west.

Wu Heng instantly became alert.

Because he saw signs of dismemberment based on the bloodstains at the end of the alley in front, and the blood that flowed out was abnormal, as if part of it had disappeared, but the blood involved was normal and dry, not dried up by the curser.

This is very contradictory!

Combined with the photos of the wreckage found by the police, this murderer obviously wanted to do something with the fresh corpse.

Add to that the curser's breath on the other party.

Wu Heng finally confirmed one thing, this masked man was not a curser, but he was also raising a curser who escaped from hell.

"Very good, take the books I need first, I want to see what your purpose is!"

Wu Heng followed the bloodstains and tracked all the way to the back city block in the Glass District. It can be called the back city because of its dirty and messy environment.

There is always a faint smell of feces on the street.

Those who live here are all people who do basic work.

There were many newspapers and police notices posted on the roadside notice board:

"Due to the sluggish economic environment, the crime rate in the city has risen sharply. Two missing persons cases occurred yesterday!"

"The economic crisis is sweeping across America, and all walks of life are dead."

The TV at the door of the roadside convenience store is also broadcasting related news. The host is reporting:

"Based on recent signs, expert Kalema Fore said that he is sure that the serial killer active in Connecticut has probably fled to New York State. So far, there have been dozens of victims."

"The police are currently actively cooperating with the FBI's special crime investigation team and have successfully found clues between a series of homicides that have occurred recently in the city and the Connecticut killer."

"Please be vigilant, citizens. The killer's signature method when committing crimes is to dismember the victims. He is called the 'dismemberment maniac'. Experts speculate."

The freckled girl at the convenience store heard the prompts on the TV news and saw Wu Heng's unfamiliar face at the door of the store, but she did not show vigilance. Instead, she smiled at him.

He is so good-looking, he is definitely not a murderer!

Wu Heng also nodded and smiled, then turned and left, turning into black mist and disappearing. When the girl reacted and chased to the door to ask for a phone number,

she found that there was no one on the empty road, which made her even think she was hallucinating.

In the middle of the back street, 4C residents.

Wu Heng was in mid-air, feeling the strong smell of blood and the struggle and resentment in the building below, he knew he had found the right place.

He saw a man with a height of 180, brown hair and a sad face, opening the door.

And at the door came a middle-aged man with a tool bag and a beard, wearing a maintenance worker's work clothes.

"Sure enough, you are not a curser, there is another strong smell of cursers in the room."

Wu Heng left the air above the room, and did not dissuade the repairman who was talking to the masked man, but flew to a position one kilometer away and observed.

Because he noticed something was wrong,

the breath of the curser in the room was very wrong.