2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The young man's pupils shrank slightly and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The two looked at each other in silence for several seconds, and he laughed dryly and said: "Ha, you...are you kidding me? I just came here to have a cup of coffee, how...how did I become a poisoner? ?”

Yan Muyun put his hand into his pocket, and when he took it out, there was an extra coin in his hand: "You should know what an extraordinary item is, right? It doesn't matter if you don't know. I'll explain it to you. It means inheriting the deceased awakened person. A relic of ability.”

"Uh...well, why are you telling me this?" The little young man was a little confused.

"You touch it." Yan Muyun handed over the coin.

The young man subconsciously caught it, and then he was surprised to find that this ordinary coin felt extremely strange to the touch. It's not the cold and hard feeling of metal, but more like the hard yet soft feeling of some kind of gel. But the problem is, no matter how you look at it, this coin is made of metal, right?

"Give it to me." Yan Muyun picked up the coin from his hand, weighed it in his hand, and said calmly: "This is an extraordinary item called [Lial Speech], which can determine whether a person is lying. Throw it up Then catch it, the head side is the truth, and the tail side is a lie.”

The young man smiled, waved his hands and said, "Really or not, you just found a plastic model to tease me, right? Stop making trouble, brother, I have something else to do."

Yan Muyun tilted his head slightly, half-smiling: "Do you think an adult... no, an executive commissioner of the Special Branch would carry a plastic model of a coin with him?"

"Are you a commissioner of the Special Branch?" The young man raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised, and then quickly smiled: "Okay, brother, everyone has a little quirk, isn't it? I have seen an old man from the last century carrying him around. Here’s the guy with the pipe.”

Having said this, he patted Yan Muyun on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the store: "Since something happened here, I'd better change to another store. Let's go first, I won't disturb you from performing your official duties."

However, the young man had just taken half a step when he was blocked by a figure, it was Yan Muyun.

He looked at the other party coldly, with no emotion in his dark eyes: "After you answer my question, you can leave. Are you the one who poisoned Zhang Xixue?"

Being pestered again and again, the young man was obviously a little unhappy, and said angrily: "I don't even know who Zhang Xixue is, what a fucking poison. Get out of the way, don't pester me anymore." Now, be careful if I file a complaint against you!"

Yan Muyun seemed not to have heard her and repeated calmly: "Answer my question, are you the one who poisoned Zhang Xixue?"

"You damn...don't you understand people? I told you I don't know Zhang Xixue." The young man's face turned red. He originally planned to curse, but was frightened by the other party's identity. In the end, I didn't dare to curse out my body shape.

"Are you the one who poisoned Zhang Xixue?" Yan Muyun was like an emotionless puppet. The coins were spinning rapidly on his fingertips, appearing, disappearing, and then reappearing:

"Answer me, yes... or no."

Yan Muyun held the coin in his hand and his voice suddenly became softer: "What? So you don't dare to answer this question?"

"You're a fucking lunatic!" The young man was almost mad. He pointed at his nose and scolded: "The devil knows what that coin is. If I say I didn't poison it, it will judge that I have poisoned it. I Do you have to just go to the police station without any fucking evidence? Damn it, you just sincerely want to frame me, right? Just grab a passerby at a crime scene as a suspect, you're crazy to think of making a crime, aren't you? ..."

Yan Muyun ignored the other party's insults, but raised his eyebrows slightly: "You just said 'you didn't poison', right? Okay, let's verify whether this part is the truth or a lie."

With a flick of his thumb, the coin was shot into the air, spinning rapidly to reach its highest point, and then fell.

When the coin fell into Yan Muyun's palm again, the figure of the little young man had disappeared.

"Is it invisibility? Or teleportation? Or some other ability? Let's verify it."

Yan Muyun snapped his fingers, and a wave of orange-red fire spread around his body, instantly covering all the surrounding space.

When the customers and waiters in the coffee shop saw the sudden fire, they all screamed in surprise. Outside the glass door, many people wandering in the mall also caught a glimpse of the strange scene here, and they were all frightened and backed away.

After the flames disappeared, the surrounding walls and the exquisite decoration inside the coffee shop were burned black. There was a figure huddled in the corner. Most of his clothes were burned, and his exposed skin was red.

"You... you are a madman... you are simply a devil!" the little young man, who was shaking all over in pain, complained sternly.

Yan Muyun didn't respond, he just walked over and slowly squatted down, spreading his palms.

In his hand, a coin lay quietly face up.

"Wow, that's the front. It turns out you are really not a poisoner." Yan Muyun said with a smile.

...

Five minutes later, the ambulance arrived, and the medical staff were busy performing first-aid measures on Zhang Xixue while lifting her onto a stretcher.

"Brother Yan, how did you determine that he was a poisoner?" Zhang Zitong glanced secretly at the young man sitting in the corner with his hands tied behind his back. His face was a little pale, and he seemed to be still frightened: "The short-haired girl he told you about The waiter looks completely different."

"I'm actually not sure, I just deceived him." Yan Muyun said with a bitter smile: "His clothes have been changed, his face has been changed, and even his shoes have been changed, but his socks have not been changed. And although he is taller than that The short-haired waiter is taller, so he probably has some padding, but the outline of his shoulders, the look of his hands, and the shape of his legs are all flaws."

Identifying the physical characteristics of a suspect is also a basic skill in criminal investigation, and every experienced criminal police officer should be able to do it.

What was really rare was that Yan Muyun subconsciously observed and remembered the physical characteristics of everyone here not long after entering the store. This was a habit he was forced to develop in the academy and during intensive special training. During that time, he received a lot of training in this area.

Zhang Zitong opened his mouth in surprise: "Wow! Can you observe so carefully? It's so amazing, just like Sherlock Holmes!"

"Hmm...it's not as amazing as it was written in the novel." Yan Muyun didn't know how to answer, so he raised his hand and touched his nose.

"That's already great. I'm going to go to the hospital to stay with sister Xixue." After hastily saying these words, Zhang Zitong ran all the way outside and jumped on the ambulance just as it was about to close.

Yan Muyun stood there and watched the ambulance drive away. After a while, he turned his head and looked at the young man huddled in the corner.

There are two things he can't figure out right now:

One, why did this guy come back after poisoning? Are you a psychopath and want to appreciate your "masterpiece"? Or, as said in criminal investigation novels, will most murderers return to the scene of the crime because of guilty conscience and other reasons?

Or...is this guy really confident in his disguise?

But it is true that even I did not dare to confirm on the spot that he was the murderer. In the end, I had to rely on bluffing to confirm.

The second question is, since this guy can become invisible, why bother to go to all the trouble to pretend to be a waitress? Wouldn't it be more convenient to directly use abilities to poison?