The Underworld Detective

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Looking at the bloody parrot that fell on the floor, I was shaking my hand holding the bottle, and I couldn't imagine myself doing it.

The blood parrot had red liquid all over her head, not blood, of course, but wine, and she was just in a coma.

If I hadn't taken that antidote, I would have lost my mind under her turn of attack. This drug is called Jealousy Dan. It was created by Song Yuantu, the ancestor of Song Dynasty, to seal my feelings when trying cases and prevent making false judgments. During my two days in the wind, I was afraid that the next time I met a bloody parrot I wouldn't be able to handle it, so I tweaked a pill on my body in case I needed it.

I am now in a state of total emotional numbness, even so, when I just smashed her, my heart wobbled, and no man can remain calm under the allure of this fairy.

It's her strength and her weakness!

I immediately walked towards the door, which had been locked, and I went back to the blood parrot and carried her to the bed, and she had no pockets, and I didn't know where the keys were hidden.

Fortunately, the drug effect continued, I was very calm, I carefully searched the body of the bloody parrot, found an induction card in her brassiere, took it and put it on the door, and the door opened.

As I walked away, I looked back at the unconscious bloody parrot and felt like an animal. Left thinking right, dipped a little wine in his hand and wrote the word "sorry” on the wall, then went out, unlocked the door, and broke the induction card at random.

This is a very old building, without an elevator, I ran downstairs in a breath and immediately felt my heart rate accelerating and breathing fast, holding the escalator for half a day.

This is the negative effect of Jerome Dan. The human emotion is that the various hormones in the body are working. Jerome Dan can inhibit the secretion of hormones, while slowing the heartbeat and reaching a state of heartlessness, the relative energy will be greatly discounted.

I came to the street, borrowed my phone from the passers-by, and the passers-by looked at me in amazement and walked away.

I looked for two more passers-by, both of whom reacted this way, and I looked at the window of the store next to me, and I really looked a little strange. Wearing white shirts and tuxedos without money and a cell phone, it's like escaping from an underground club.

Everyone in this world lacks a sense of security and is afraid to get into unnecessary trouble. I can only sigh!

I am completely unfamiliar with Macao. I can't understand the directions and language. I can't laugh. I can only go back with my impressions, but I can't find the North the more I walk.

I was tired, resting in the chair of the bus stop, and suddenly I saw a little girl in a dress on the side, holding a teddy bear in her hand, crossing the shuttle traffic with her eyes closed, and she had reached a third.

I shouted “dangerous” and rushed right over and dragged her back to the sidewalk before a runaway truck hit her.

After an intense action, the side effects of Jealousy Dan began to seize again, and I couldn't catch my breath. I held my knee and gasped and cautioned: "Little girl, this is too dangerous. Where's your family? ”

The little girl squirted her head at me and laughed: "Uncle, you look so strange. ”

I said, "Big guy, you gonna cross the street? I'll take you there. ”

She rocked her head into a wave drum: "Uncle, I'm playing a game. ”

“Game?”

“Look over there!” She pointed across the street, then closed her eyes and stopped talking for half a day, which made me misty.

I was about to ask, she put her finger in her mouth and shouted, I really didn't know what medicine she was selling in the gourd, so I had to wait quietly.

Half a minute later, the little girl closed her eyes and pointed in a direction: “There's a big sister in red. ”

And then she pointed in the other direction: “There's an aunt with a stroller. ”

“There's a pair of grandparents there. ”

“There's a big brother who's just out of school! ”

She pointed out all the pedestrians walking across the street without having to look, and I glanced at her shockingly. Is that superpower?

She opened her eyes and shouted joyfully, "Am I right? ”

“You... how did you do that? ”

“This is the game I play. ”

I still don't get it, the little girl winks mysteriously: "I'll play another game for you! ”

She swept into the street, and she closed her eyes, and she started to carry numbers, and I looked in the right driveway, and the number on her back was the license plate of each car in that driveway, one word better.

“Uncle, am I right?” The little girl opened her eyes and looked at me naughtily.

I put my thumb up and said, "All right! ”

“Wonderful!” She said with joy.

I seem to understand that she has a rare camera memory, that her right brain is more developed than normal, and that the images that she sees in her eyes can be stored in her brain like a photograph.

So she looked across the street and knew the characteristics of all the pedestrians, and knew exactly where they were after half an hour by the speed of pedestrian movement; so did she just cross the road with her eyes closed, and her brain already knew the trajectories of all the vehicles and could avoid them with precision.

Even though I know how it works, I am stunned to see that this near-superpower memory is immutable. It is said that there was a time abroad when a person received super strong memories after a brain injury, and that 20,000 books could be written down word for word.

The little girl was so naive, I couldn't help but tease her. I pointed to my own eyes and said, "Actually, I can do it. ”

“You brag! Shameless!” The little girl got angry.

“I'll show you. ”

I swept the eye of a hole into the street, closed my eyes, and the image was printed on my retina in the form of a debris, and I quickly read the license plate number of each car before the debris disappeared.

I opened my eyes and saw the little girl cover her mouth with surprise: "Uncle, you're just like me. ”

“No, no, I'm worse than you, little girl. Is your memory innate or trained the day after tomorrow...”

I didn't finish what I said, and suddenly a big hand grabbed my collar and pushed it onto a wire pole beside me, and a middle-aged man in a sweatshirt stared at me viciously and drank: "Who sent you? Say it!”

I quickly raised my hands: "Brother, I was just passing by. ”

“Passing by?” The middle-aged man threw away a bag of food in his right hand, pulled a dagger out of his pocket, pointed it in my eye and asked: “Again, who sent you! ”