Chapter 804

The experimental area is divided into three parts, of which the arrival area is managed by Bansai. Recently, due to the need to migrate, he is also preparing for his baby prophecy ball in various micro migrations.

At this time, hearing Lu Sheng's summons, Bansai quickly arrived at the test area and waited quietly at the entrance of the arrival area passageway.

Next to him was the head of the arrival zone, a bald, white skinned dwarf old man.

Seeing Lu Sheng coming from afar, they quickly went forward to greet him.

"How are you getting ready? Before I leave, I have to come to the world with the largest flow of time. Can I catch up with the arrangement? " Lu Sheng asked in a deep voice.

Bansai heard his words and nodded slightly.

"No problem. It can be solved with a little correction. However, it's a pity that the large-scale spirit subduing array that has just been built will be abandoned so soon. " He had a wry smile on his face.

"It doesn't matter. It's not a complete abandonment. Maybe we can still use it when we come back to the planet." Lu Sheng light way.

Bensai shook his head and knew that Lu Sheng was comforting him.

One side of the dwarf old man is the green branch sect to help the migration, named Ares. The name is the same as the earth God of war in Lu Sheng's memory.

"In fact, it doesn't matter. The patriarch has promised that if the seats outside the road can enter an area together, all the losses will be solved by the clan." Ares said quickly.

"Thank you, Lord." Lu Sheng hugged his fist. Although he once had a little unhappiness with qingchazong, the patriarch yuan Qingji, as the strongman of the netherworld, had always attached great importance to him, and Lu Sheng would not cling to the previous festivals.

After all, he has always been a generous man.

"Well, now it begins to come, Bansai. Summon the array mage to start adjusting."

And he said.

"Yes

Lu Sheng strides into the passageway. There are three entrances in the jade like passageway. Each entrance corresponds to a relatively wide experimental area.

According to the regional security level, it is divided into three levels, corresponding to different levels of the world, so that there is no need to waste a lot of high-energy crystal when coming to the low-level world.

It's a pity that we won the first class. Looking at the large-scale falling array with a width of more than 10 meters, his face showed regret and regret.

In the black room, the oval array outlines numerous dark red tracks on the ground, and a trace of yellow electric light flashes in the track gap from time to time.

Four yellow thunder crystals form four squares and are inserted in the four corners of the array. On the four walls behind the crystal, there are complex runes of vortex shape representing space and time.

"Start right now. In addition, I need to correct the array. I have to send a beacon to me when the time of migration here is almost the same." Lu Sheng reminds.

"No problem with that." Bansai and several people in charge nodded.

"Let's go, then." Lu Sheng nods, strides into the middle of the array and sits down cross legged.

Bansai and other array mages began to quickly adjust the crystal and output energy.

Soon, the blue electric light constantly jumps up, twinkles and diffuses all around. Soon, the electric light quickly turns into yellow, and then polymerizes into liquid, and flows slowly along the array pattern.

The location of Lusheng is exactly the center of numerous yellow plasma flows.

A lot of plasma flowed into his seat.

Boom!!

With a loud bang, the plasma condensed a sharp arrow and rose into the sky, making a gray eye shaped crack on the top of Lu Sheng's head.

"Go!" Lu Sheng's whole body brightens, and instantly turns into yellow light, which shoots into the crack and disappears.

"Why?" Suddenly Bansai's eyes were wide open. In front of the energy waveform monitoring crystal, I don't know when a trace of weird weak energy line is mixed into the array operation.

This trace of energy line is so subtle that you can't even notice it without looking at it carefully. It wasn't noticed until the formation started.

"How did it come from?"

"No, it's affecting the passage of adults! Get rid of it

"We're working on it!"

"Damn it! It's gone

"Where have you been?!"

"I don't know! The direction of the passage has changed completely! We have lost the coordinates of adults! "

"Damn it! We need to track down now Bansai hammered hard in the palm of his hand, his face turned white.

If Lu Sheng is lost in time and space, neither he nor all the people present want to survive.

Qingchazong will replace Lu Sheng to deal with all the people who caused the accident!

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London, 1875.

Jack frowned at the painting in his hand.

In the gray sky, between the high-rise urban buildings, there are a lot of black smoke.

Some of the smoke forms a simple contour similar to a human face, while some smoke appears indistinctly on the street.The buildings in the city are all black, and there is no light in all the windows.

There was only one window with a candle burning.

A pale slender hand, holding a candle, slowly stretched out of the window, became the only orange light in the city.

"It's called hope. It's good, isn't it?" In the old study, the old professor with a broken leg squinted at him with a smile.

"Well... What do you say? It's very artistic, but I always feel that the painting is a little depressing. " Jack has been a policeman for many years, and he has encountered many complicated cases, but this is the first time that this kind of case happened.

A young couple living on the outskirts of London, a delicate and beautiful wife, killed their husband and their five month old baby in a very cruel way one night. They were cooked into pieces of meat, cooked meat, and ate alone in the room for more than a month.

Such a case, once exposed, is likely to cause uproar. But what makes people wonder is that the case has just been taken over by the police station, and then received the sealing order handed down from above.

No exposure is allowed, no interviews are allowed. The case is on file. So far, no private investigation is allowed.

The above orders make Jack extremely dissatisfied and angry. He lived downstairs of the couple. He often met two couples up and down the stairs. He was familiar with them.

The man is the manager of a trading company, and the woman is a painting teacher. Both of them have a good temperament. Moreover, it seems that their feelings are very stable and friendly. The wife is gentle and has a mild temper. She is not the person who can make such a case.

Jack has a good impression on the two couples, but the above command passed down, which also made him extremely embarrassed.

After a few days of hesitation, he decided to leave the police station and start his own investigation. Although he has been in the police for many years, he is not old, and his blood is still boiling in his blood vessels.

He can pat his chest and say frankly and loudly that he has not been corrupted by corruption and darkness, but he still has conscience!

Even though Jack is in his early thirties.

"I hope... I just want to know what this painting really means." Jack asked patiently. "This painting is painted by a female painting teacher. She looks young, beautiful, gentle, knowledgeable, and has a husband who loves her and the crystallization of their love."

"Are you kidding?" The old professor couldn't help laughing. "If the artistic conception of this kind of painting is not so dark in the heart and even distorted in character, no one can paint the crazy taste hidden in this loneliness.

If you want to say which psychopath it is, I still believe it. "

"Andrew, are you serious?" Jack frowned at his words.

"Of course." Old Professor Andrew is not only a painter, but also a historian. "In history, there was a serial murderer who was delirious. Before he died, he left some similar dark graffiti. Although his painting skills were not high, the artistic conception expressed by him made people feel upset."

"Come on, I'll show you." The old professor put on his glasses, turned his wheelchair and began to search for information on the bookshelf.

Soon, a picture book with a brown shell was pulled out and laid flat on the desk between the two.

Professor Andrew opened the album, flipped page by page, and soon found a strange oil painting.

The painting shows a pig, but the pig's face is a woman. There is a snake hidden in her stomach. Deep in the soil under her feet, there is volcanic magma about to erupt.

The magma was as red as blood.

"The author of this painting is the serial killer I told you before." The old professor shook his head slightly.

"She was born with mental disorders. After living madly for more than 20 years, she suddenly began to kill people. Her technique was rigorous and her movements were so swift that no one would have discovered that she was the murderer of those murders if she had not committed suicide."

Jack looks at the painting carefully, and it also gives him a strange, painful sense of depression.

"Eh..." suddenly he whispered, reached for the paper and looked closely.

"Here... Seems to be something..." He taps his index finger on the pig's right leg in the picture.

There was a very subtle mark, like a circle of snakes, around an eye.

"What?" The old professor looked at the past suspiciously, "this symbol is said to be the tattoo on the arm of a murderer, which represents an ancient evil spirit."

"Tattoos?" Jack shook his head slightly, and he quickly picked up the previous picture.

"Look here." As like as two peas, he pointed to the pale arm with a candle, and the arm of his arm also showed a tattoo on the arm, which looked exactly like the tattoo on another picture.

The old professor was also stunned.

"This... This is really...!!" He couldn't help holding on to his glasses, and his face gradually showed a deep sense of surprise.

Jack is silent.

Because he suddenly remembered that he had seen similar symbols at the scene of the murder. At that time, he thought it was just a kind of catharsis and behavioral art after some kind of madness.But now it seems... It's not a coincidence.

"By the way, Jack, where did you get this painting?" The old professor asked in a low voice.

"You'd better not know." Jack's face was grim. He couldn't help feeling the holster on his back waist.

He decided that he would go to the scene of the murder again later and examine it carefully.

Anyway, the place where he lives and the scene is also a building.

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