The Original Seeker

"It stands to reason that no matter how many of these cannon fodder puppets come around, they won't be able to threaten me, but a mysterious feeling reminds me that they will have a profound impact on me tomorrow. What is going on?" Bai Mo held his head and thought hard.

Half an hour later.

"There's still no use in thinking like this. Let's just take a look at the pattern on the piece of cement we brought back."

"It's just a very ordinary graffiti, a circle and a cross..."

This side of the alley. After hearing the explosion, surrounding residents quickly notified the police. When the police arrived at the scene, they found the alley in a mess, with exploding flesh and blood everywhere.

"Is this someone who stuffed a bunch of bombs into his body and blew himself up?" A policeman present was surprised.

"First notify other colleagues to cordon off the scene. This matter is beyond the capabilities of just a few of us. Let's report it to the superiors." Another old policeman said to the young policeman beside him.

Fifteen minutes later, a large team of heavily armed special police officers arrived at the scene of the crime. Since Rome was the venue for this ability user conference, the local area was particularly sensitive to this kind of case, so a team of special police officers were directly dispatched to investigate.

"There were no explosives or metal fragments left after the bomb exploded at the scene. The victim did not die due to the explosion of explosives in his body. It is initially suspected that the murderer was a person with abilities." The SWAT captain came to the conclusion after inspecting the surrounding environment.

"De Broglie, come here, use your ability to see who the murderer is." The SWAT captain asked the team members behind him to step forward.

"Is this...?" the young policeman who arrived first asked the old policeman in a low voice.

"This guy is an esper in the SWAT team. I heard that ability means that you can see what happened in the past six hours in a place." The old policeman quietly told the young policeman.

"It's too foul to be a special police officer with this kind of ability to solve crimes. What's the use of us police? We can just go back to the crime scene and get everything done." The young policeman said to the old policeman with some jealousy.

"Don't think too much. How many major cases we encounter in daily life can be arrived at the scene within six hours of the crime? How many murder cases are not reported until the next day or even when the body stinks. This is This is a special case," the old policeman said.

"Same...but I'm still a little unhappy."

The young man known as De Broglie stepped forward, closed his eyes and began to use his ability.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes... the picture in his eyes was moving backwards quickly until he saw a figure from behind.

"Why do I feel like someone is spying on me?" Bai Mo, who was studying patterns in the hotel, suddenly felt like he was being spied on, but he scanned the surroundings with his spiritual mind and found nothing.

"Poof!" The young man who was using his ability vomited a mouthful of blood after seeing the figure from behind, and then fell to the ground limply.

"De Broglie, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly injured?" the SWAT captain asked in confusion.

After a few seconds, de Broglie calmed down and said to everyone: "I just saw a back figure, and then my whole vision was covered by endless light, and then I fell down weakly."

"I guess the other party is too strong. I forced myself to spy on him, but it got the backlash."

"Is there really such a strong person?" the SWAT captain murmured to himself, "De Broglie, what characteristics did you observe about that person?"

"He must be an Oriental, wearing a white dress, that's the only thing I know."

"De Broglie, please get in the car and take a rest." The captain waved his hand and asked the team members to help De Broglie get into the police car.

"What does adding a cross inside the circle mean..." Bai Mo stared at the excavated cement block and pondered hard.

"Chief Röntgen, look over there. There are a lot of these strange patterns painted on the wall. Does it have anything to do with the case?" His subordinate pointed to the wall and a pile of circles and crosses on the ground.

"This is not a Sherlock Holmes detective novel. The deceased will leave a mark about the murderer before death. Looking at the mess in this place, you can tell that the victim must have been crushed to death by a powerful person. How could such a murderer give The deceased left a chance to draw a mark. It is estimated that it was just the graffiti of some gangsters," Captain Roentgen said.

"But sir, look here, one of the patterns has been dug out. Could it have been taken away by the murderer?" the subordinate continued to explain.

"A piece of cement can be forcibly dug out from the ground like this. It is almost impossible for a machine to dig out only a small piece of cement from the ground without damaging the surrounding ground. Therefore, it is very likely that the murderer used his power to dig it away. Yes, little Louis "Your observations are very detailed." The captain thought for a moment and said.

"De Broglie, I would like to ask if you can still use your abilities now?" Roentgen asked De Broglie who was resting in the police car.

"As long as you don't spy on that person, it's okay. Captain, what can I do for you?"

"Come and take a look at these patterns and see if they are related to this case. If you see that person again, try to avoid looking at him."

"Okay, I'll try."

De Broglie stood in front of the graffiti and began to backtrack.

Ten minutes later, an exhausted de Broglie said slowly: "Captain, these graffiti are indeed related to this case."

"continue."

"These graffiti were drawn by the victim. According to what I saw, the victim seemed to have been drawing these patterns non-stop before he was killed. His eyes were completely lifeless, and he felt like he had been controlled." The moment that person appeared, I immediately exited the retrospection state, so I didn’t have another relapse.”

"You did a good job, De Broglie. In this way, these patterns are really the marks left by the victim, but I don't know how much they have to do with the person who killed him. Wait, De Broglie. That the victim was already in custody before he died? "

"Yes, when I saw the victim, he had been drawing these patterns with his eyes blankly. His movements were very mechanical. He didn't look like a living person at all, but more like a puppet, a controlled corpse." Deb Luo Yi said with some fear.

"The victim turned into a puppet before he died... Doesn't that mean that person is not even necessarily the murderer, the victim may have been killed earlier. He may just happen to be passing by and dig It’s just to take away the pattern and study it. Of course, the reality may not be what I thought.” Röntgen thought to himself.

"What does a circle with a cross in the middle mean...it can't be cutting a cake, right? We have something in this shape every day. Wait, the scope of a sniper rifle seems to be a circle with a crosshair. ! Coupled with the weak psychic reaction on the pattern, is this a pattern used for positioning? " Bai Mo suddenly thought of something.

"If this conjecture is correct, then what will be thrown at me tomorrow based on this position, which can greatly affect my safety?"

"Also, how can this small network-like structure be used to interrogate information? I have also figured out its basic function, which is to simply serve as a small nerve center to control the host to complete some simple tasks. However, more complex behaviors can also It’s not something that can work.”