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Chapter 103 The Headless Case

Seeing the weird eyes of the two, the two police officers smiled smugly. They were naturally staunch materialists before, and it wasn't all because of your Ability Bureau!

"Let's go in and talk," the two policemen led Qin and Meng into the villa. There was a group of people watching outside. It seemed that no matter whether they were rich or not, it was human nature to watch the excitement.

"There are many doubts in this case. The deceased was a single mother in her 30s with a 12-year-old son. She was smiling before she died, but there were no wounds on her body."

The police brought Qin and Meng to the scene of the crime. The scene of the crime was in the kitchen. The body had been removed long ago. The kitchen was empty, with only a circle marking the location of the deceased.

When Qin Meng passed by the hall, he saw a handsome little boy standing in front of the bedroom door, and saw two policemen leading Qin and Meng over, and even smiled at Qin Meng.

"What a cute little brother," Linglong patted the boy's head, took out a lollipop from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Thank you, sister," said the boy politely, showing a good family upbringing.

Qin Meng frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong, his thoughts surged out, and he began to search around, but found nothing.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and go," Linglong pushed Qin Meng, "Don't worry, you don't need a rookie like you to do investigations, just watch and learn."

Linglong's old-fashioned tone made Qin Meng a little funny, and said: "Yes, yes, I am a rookie, and you are a veteran!"

It's just that when Qin Meng walked over, he turned his head and glanced at the little boy again. The little boy smiled, and Qin Meng suddenly understood what was wrong.

He grabbed Linglong and said, "Do you think this little boy is weird?"

"Weird?" Linglong looked at Qin Meng inexplicably: "It's cute and polite, what's weird, doesn't it have to be like you, it's normal to always choke people speechless?"

"Who is joking with you? I'm talking about business?" Qin Meng said speechlessly, "I think this little boy is a little too calm. Think about it, his only relative in the world died, but he wasn't sad at all. Is it normal?"

Linglong paused, then shrugged: "Maybe he doesn't understand what death means. He didn't graduate from elementary school until he was 12 years old, and maybe he just entered junior high school. It's normal to not understand!"

A young policeman pointed to the kitchen and said, "The deceased died while cooking. I asked the deceased's son. He didn't know what he said. When he saw his mother lying on the ground, he called the police."

"Here are the information and photos of the deceased."

Qin Meng took the file, opened it and only glanced at it, but Linglong snatched it and said to him: "Newcomers should read more and learn more, and watch how this detective solves the case carefully!"

"I've finished watching more than 1000 episodes of The Detective, what did I say?"

With just a quick glance, Qin Meng saw the basic information and photos of the deceased. The woman in the photo had no impression. The most impressive thing about the woman's appearance was the pair of phoenix eyes, and there was a tear mole under the phoenix eyes. The deceased was a bit mean, but she was indeed a beautiful woman.

Linglong was looking at the information while wandering around the villa, while Qin Meng probed with her eyes closed and her thoughts. According to Locar's law of matter exchange, as long as there is contact between objects, there will be a transfer of matter, unless the perpetrator Like him, did he commit crimes with intangible superpowers, or is it really a ghost who kills people?
It is certain that there are all kinds of supernatural powers in this world, but when it comes to ghosts, Qin Meng still doesn't believe in them. Having superpowers doesn't mean that ghosts and souls exist.

"Did the monitoring find anything?"

"No, I have watched the surveillance video near the villa for more than a month. Apart from the deceased herself and her son, the only person who has entered and left the villa this month is a part-time worker. This part-time worker has also been checked, and there is no doubt."

The young policeman seemed to be in charge of this little girl, a little confused, but he answered Linglong's question honestly.

While the young policeman was accompanying Linglong around, Qin Meng came to the little boy again and began to look at him carefully.

It can be seen that this little boy has developed a good self-care ability. Even though his mother is dead, a child is dressed neatly, licking a lollipop and looking at Qin Meng innocently.

"Uncle, what are you doing looking at me?"

Qin Meng: "???" What a goddamn uncle, you little brat is too double-standard, right?If Linglong is called sister, what the hell is calling him uncle?Does he look like a middle-aged greasy uncle?
"Hee hee," Linglong covered her mouth and smiled happily when she heard this sentence, "Little brother is really good, sister rewards you with another candy!"

"Hehe, since you think what he said is very good, then you also call uncle to listen, my good niece!"

Qin Meng followed her logic, made Linglong's brows stand on end, suppressed her anger forcibly, and let out a cold snort.

"Ding," anger value +377, +157...

Qin Meng saw that the little boy's head was also filled with anger, and suddenly a bold idea popped up in his mind, and the power of the thought surged out, and after being compressed, a giant needle with a diameter of 10 centimeters was formed outside the body.

For Qin Meng, this is a needle. After all, the diameter has changed from tens of centimeters in the front to only ten centimeters now. This progress can be called rapid. Compared with the previous one, isn't it just a needle.

Although the giant needle formed by the power of thought is condensed into a solid body, it is also invisible and intangible. Ordinary people can't see it at all. Even if the supernatural beings are not aimed at themselves, it is difficult to detect it.

What does Qin Meng want to do?With a thought in his mind, this 'giant needle' suddenly pierced the little boy's head. Judging by the speed, it seemed as if he wanted to kill the little boy directly!
The little boy's face changed, and a trace of fear and madness flashed across his innocent face, and he immediately threw himself on the ground and fell to the ground.

"What's the matter with you? You were so careless, why did you suddenly fall down?" Linglong turned her head to see this scene, stopped her footsteps, and wanted to help him up.

"Don't move," Qin Meng grabbed her hand, "This little boy has a problem!"

"What are you kidding?" Linglong rolled her eyes at him, "Don't make trouble, what's wrong with such a young child? Could it be that he could kill his mother?"

Linglong said something casually, but it made the little boy lying on the ground tremble.

Qin Meng didn't dare to let Linglong pass by. I don't know what this little boy's ability is, but it must be related to his spiritual power. After all, he can see the tentacles of his mental power. This matter should have something to do with him.

As for how she would do such a heartless thing at such a young age, hehe, Qin Meng can only say that Linglong is too young.

"Is this kind of thing rare from ancient times to the present? As for whether it is true or not, it's hard to say." Qin Meng looked at the little boy, "Don't pretend, you can see my power of thought, it must be a supernatural power Or, it may still be a supernatural ability in terms of mental power."

"Uncle, what are you talking about?" The little boy got up from the ground, patted the non-existent dust on his knees, with a pure expression on his face.

"Hehe, it's okay, big nephew, don't worry, let's play slowly!"

Qin Meng showed a standard villain's smile, and his tone became more like a villain.

"You, what are you talking about?" The young policeman couldn't bear it any longer, and put his hands on the holster of his gun. The older middle-aged policeman next to him held his hand and didn't let him draw his gun.

"Two...bosses, it's better to explain some things clearly, so as not to cause misunderstandings," the middle-aged policeman struggled to say these two words to two people who might not be as old as his son.

"Emmmmm, let's put it this way, I suspect that this brat killed his mother, or something hidden on him did it!"

(End of this chapter)