Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 12 Tracking
"Oh?"

Jie Sen wiped the weird slime on the glove on one side of the wall in distaste, "Why do you suspect him? You should know that this is not an ordinary murder case, and it cannot be judged by conventional cases, just because the two people Is there a contradiction?"

Ordinary cases can be judged from the victim's social circle. In most cases, the murderer made a feud with the victim for various reasons and then started.

The current case can be seen at a glance that it is definitely not the work of ordinary people.

In this special case, what they need to do is to search and chase everything the victim encountered, including but not limited to books, strange objects, inexplicable whispers, etc.

In this case, it doesn't matter what kind of enmity the victim has with others.

They may even worry about the erosion of the social circle around the victim.

"No." Police Officer William shook his head, "We didn't pay too much attention to that Mr. Wilson at the beginning..."

"Just a routine visit. Mr. Wilson is missing."

"Missing?" Jie Sen narrowed his eyes, and his sudden disappearance at this time was indeed very suspicious.

"We visited Mr. Wilson's landlord. He said that since Christmas, Mr. Wilson has become extremely weird, talking crazy all day long, and then he didn't care until two nights ago, Wilson suddenly collapsed. ran out of the house."

"I didn't come back until dawn the next day. It was dusty, as if I had taken a bath in a mud pit, with leaves stuck to my body. The landlord was taken aback, yelled at the other party, and told him to pack up and leave."

"According to the landlord, Wilson who came back in the morning was extremely weird. He didn't speak even if he was scolded bloody. He just silently packed the luggage in the room and took a shower. He never came back after that."

"The time of death of the corpse was just two nights ago." Jie Sen said suddenly.

The things inlaid in the carpet have become a pool of works of art, rotted beyond recognition, mummified corpses and bones coexist, full of vitality and dead silence.

Officer William didn't ask Jiesen how he roughly judged the time of death.

Even they only learned from the surrounding residents that the last time they saw the victim was two or three days ago.

It wasn't until last night that a neighbor couldn't stand the smell, thinking that the victim was cooking feces at home, and knocked on the door for a long time without any response, so he called the police.

After that, the police quickly blocked the place.

"This time is too coincidental." Officer William nodded seriously. "Maybe that night, the crazy Mr. Wilson came to the poor victim and cruelly made him into a carpet."

Jie Sen shook his head: "Not necessarily."

He stared thoughtfully at the delicate carpet under the ground: "I think it should be an innocent lady who can paint such a beautiful painting."

"Don't you think it smells like spring?"

Police Officer William's face suddenly turned green and twisted, his stomach was constantly surging, and there were bursts of sour gas.

If he hadn't already vomited the first time he saw the corpse, he would vomit again now.

"But then again, is that Mr. Wilson really missing?" Jie Sen asked casually.

"Yes."

William sighed deeply, "Since the landlord saw Mr. Wilson yesterday morning, no one has seen him again. We have checked the nearby transportation network, whether it is a carriage or a train, there is no sign of Wilson. .”

"No one saw where Wilson went when he left the door."

"Perhaps, Mr. Wilson has become the second victim." Jie Sen said.

"What?" Officer William was stunned for a moment.

"This is just my guess." Jie Sen suddenly shook his head again, "It's strange..."

According to his experience, the arrangement at the scene is obviously some kind of weird cult method, and these lunatics will not handle the sacrifices one by one slowly, they are extremely keen to hold cruel rituals at the same time, offering sacrifices to their god The more life there is, the better.

If both were targets of some cult, it wouldn't make sense to put the other back on purpose after killing the victim two days ago.

However, it cannot be ruled out that Mr. Wilson may have struggled to escape but was caught back, which led to Wilson's disappearance.

Jie Sen scanned the surroundings, capturing every detail.

The room was too tidy, in stark contrast to the carpet.

All information here seems to have been erased.

Jie Sen's eyes sank.

This time, it was really tricky.

"Anyway, Wilson must be the key person. We must find him quickly!" Officer William said loudly, "It doesn't matter whether he is the murderer or the second target."

Officer William stared straight at Jiesen: "That's why I came here for you."

"Tsk."

Jie Sen nodded impatiently.

"Give me some items that have touched Wilson."

He turned around and left the scene of the crime, calling Officer William casually, "Prepare me a quiet room."

Officer William had been prepared for a long time, and soon led Jie Sen to a small room.

On the table in the room are the things Jie Sen needs.

It was the keys to the rental house that Wilson had left behind and some other odds and ends.

With a calm expression, Jie Sen took out a silver dagger from under the windbreaker, inserted it into his palm fiercely, and dripped the overflowing blood on the key.

The blood seemed to be alive, flowing meanderingly on the object, wriggling slowly, but it never took shape.

"...What's going on?" Jie Sen raised his eyebrows in surprise.

There is a reaction that Wilson is still alive, but it seems that there is some force to stop him.

Jie Sen took out a dagger and stuck it in his hand again, and his reaction became more violent.He gritted his teeth and took out the third one.

The spreading blood finally slowly condensed into a map.

"Arkham?"

Officer William on the side recognized the place and exclaimed, "How is it possible, Arkham is more than 200 miles away from here!"

New York does not have a direct train to Arkham.And Wilson, who was cheated into bankruptcy, didn't have his own car at all!
Even if he started yesterday morning, he still wouldn't be able to reach Arkham this morning!
Things are getting weirder.

Just as Jie Sen was about to say something, suddenly, the blood on the table burned instantly as if it had touched the surface of the sun.

A raging flame burst out from the palm of the hand with the silver dagger inserted, the sterling silver slowly melted, and the skin it touched turned to ashes.

Jie Sen let out a muffled cry of pain, quickly pulled out three daggers, took out another knife, and cut off all the skin that touched his palm.

…………

Wilson, who was listening carefully to Director Armitage's lecture, was suddenly shocked.

There was a hairy feeling behind him, as if someone was staring at him, and goosebumps seemed to rise.

But this feeling disappeared quickly, before Wilson had time to react.

A line of fine print was silently updated in the Hikari No. 1 system log.

(End of this chapter)