Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

When Ms. Weiya heard the word "illusion tribe", her expression immediately became fierce. She stood up suddenly, put her hands on the table, and asked: "How do you know this? Who are you?" "Listen, I don't care if you are a night tribe or a lackey of the source of suffering, but if you dare to hurt my daughter and interfere with my life, I will definitely kill you." "I promise, I will definitely kill you!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. The gentle temperament before has completely disappeared. After experiencing countless pursuits, she has long been accustomed to vigilance and difficulties. Gentleness is just a disguise for her. While Ms. Weiya was speaking, two turbid tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. This is not sad tears, but the ability of the solvent has been activated. "Ms. Weiya, don't be so angry!"

"I know a lot of things."

"But what I have to do now has nothing to do with you and the feuds of your Wolf family. I am just a passerby."

"Don't force your grievances and hatreds to be involved with me."

"The memory of selling books has nothing to do with the affairs of your Wolf 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 will leave here to find my book."

"It's that simple, don't complicate the problem!"

Wu Heng did not react to Weiya and made any defensive moves. He still sat calmly on the chair, put down the spoon stirring the coffee, and said in a gentle tone.

Ms. Weiya's expression changed continuously, and she was uncertain. After thinking for a while, she sat down again with her body tense.

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

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

Finally, unable to judge Wu Heng's strength, Weiya chose to compromise.

Wu Heng smiled and nodded: "Of course!"

"Okay, I'll show you now."

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

The substance that had just been secreted from the corners of her eyes, similar to diluted white wax, flowed out again and turned into a large amount of white lingering smoke.

The smoke lingered around the two people, 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 bookshelf. Not only the scene, but also the imperceptible sound and smell came over.

This is the unique ability of the Illusion Clan.

Wu Heng saw a middle-aged man wearing a green jacket, a black mask and a peaked cap, about 180 cm tall, walked into the Firefly Bookstore, and slapped $500 on the table, and said in a cold voice that he wanted the original of the 'ancient ritual'.

When Old Otto saw the money, he no longer cared about 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, and the abridged version was already available and could be printed at any time, so he chose to trade.

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

Although the other party wore a mask throughout the whole process, Wu Heng had clearly observed the unique deep voice, as well as the exposed eyes and figure, and deeply engraved it in his heart. As long as he saw a similar figure, he could immediately compare it.

The most important point is that

Wu Heng smelled two kinds of smells from the masked man.

One is a strong smell of blood. The blood with low blood sugar has a 90% probability of belonging to an anemic woman.

And it must have been killed to have this bloody smell.

The reason why he was so sure was that Wu Heng knew too much about blood. He could feel that there were two types of blood smells in the other party, one was the smell of blood with a higher oxygen content, and the other was the smell of blood with a lower oxygen content.

Both of these bloody smells come from the same woman.

Two different blood smells with different oxygen content in a person's body appear at the same time. There is only one possibility:

That is, blood is flowing out of the person's arteries and veins.

This situation will only occur when killing someone.

And the other special smell is so fresh in Wu Heng's memory, that is the unique smell of the curser.

Wu Heng almost confirmed at first sight that

The man who came to buy books had the smell of a curser. Either this man is a curser, or he must have had close contact with a curser who escaped from hell within a day.

In the memory displayed,

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

He saw the deep red emotion on the masked man's head. This deep red color disappeared in the south direction as the other party walked out.

Until the other party walked out of a full kilometer, the deep red on his head completely dissipated due to the distance limit of Weiya's ability,

The memory scene ended.

Ms. Weiya's forehead was covered with sweat, 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 energy.

Because it is not like watching a movie, playing back the memory roughly.

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 money she earned through hard work. Even if Wu Heng gives more, she probably won't take it, and 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 is only a pool of dried arterial blood left here, and there are traces of it spreading towards the west end of the alley.

Wu Heng instantly heightened his vigilance.

Because he saw signs of dismemberment based on the blood stains in the alley ahead, and the blood flowing out was abnormal, as if part of it had disappeared, but the blood involved was normal dryness, not the dryness drawn by the curse.

This is very contradictory!

Combined with the photos of the remains found by the police, the murderer obviously wanted to do something with the fresh corpses.

Coupled with the aura of the curser on the other party.

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

"Very well, get the books I need first. I want to see what your purpose is!"

Wu Heng followed the blood trail and finally came to the Houcheng neighborhood of Grasse District. This place can be called the Houcheng because of its dirty and messy environment.

The streets are always filled with a vague smell of feces.

The people who live here are people doing basic work.

Many newspapers and police notices have been posted on the roadside signboards:

"Due to the sluggish economic environment, the crime rate in the city has skyrocketed, and there were two missing persons cases yesterday!"

"The economic crisis is sweeping across the United States, and all walks of life are lifeless."

The TV at the door of the roadside convenience store also played relevant news, and the host was reporting:

"Based on recent signs, expert Kalema Fore said that it is believed that the serial killer active in Connecticut has probably fled to New York State. So far, the number of victims has reached dozens."

"The police are currently actively cooperating with the FBI's special criminal investigation team and have successfully found clues between the recent series of murders in the city and the Connecticut murderer."

"Citizens please be vigilant. The killer's signature technique when committing crimes is to dismember the bodies of his victims. He is known as the 'Corpse Maniac', experts speculate."

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

He looks so good, he must not be a murderer!

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

But she found that there was no one on the empty road, so she even thought she was hallucinating.

In the middle of the back street, resident No. 4C.

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

He saw a man 180cm tall, with short brown hair and a sad face, and opened the door.

A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard came to the door carrying a tool bag and wearing a maintenance worker's labor protection uniform.

"Sure enough, you are not a curser. There is another strong scent of a curser in the room."

Wu Heng left the room and did not dissuade the repairman who was talking to the masked man. Instead, he flew to a location one kilometer away and observed.

Because he sensed something was wrong,

There was something wrong with the aura of the curse man in the room.