Chapter 210： strange dead

In its prime: As long as the information you give is valuable.

This person was still very straightforward and didn't bargain, but in Su Changxing's heart, the true value of his news was much higher than that.

Su Changxing replied: After becoming an Extraordinary, he will be a ninth-rank Extraordinary. An Extraordinary will be affected by what he does, and can continue to become stronger during this process. There is also a hidden mystery. The more mysterious the more The higher, the stronger the Extraordinary.

Only after the degree of mystery reaches a certain value, can you advance to the next level. The way to advance is very simple, and you can do it in the mystery shop.

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Su Changxing didn't write too much news, he just told what he knew, the "common sense" about Extraordinary people.

After a while, Fenghua Zhengmao replied: Thank you for your message, it is indeed very valuable, I will send you the points.

Su Changxing thought for a while and replied: Are you a Extraordinary now?

In its prime: Unfortunately not.

Sure enough not.

This is similar to what he estimated. It is not easy for a powerful supernatural being to become a Extraordinary, but the weakest supernatural being is more likely to become an Extraordinary.

After collecting the 20,000 points of Fenghuazhengmao, his total points have reached 50,000, which is not too much for Su Changxing, it can only be said to be enough for the time being.

"I didn't show the intention of soliciting, is it because I have expected that I will refuse?"

Su Changxing looked at the phone and muttered.

It was almost seven o'clock at this time, he got up and walked out, ready to go back to the room, when he saw Huang Biao walking in from the outside with a serious face.

Su Changxing immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Huang Biao paused and said, "Someone died in the gathering place just now, and he fell to his death from upstairs."

Su Changxing was stunned and said, "Suicide?"

Huang Biao shook his head and said, "No, it looks like it was pushed down from above, and there is a piercing wound on the chest."

Su Changxing thought for a while and said, "So we haven't found the murderer? It shouldn't be. With so many people, no matter what, someone should have seen it."

Huang Biao sat down on the chair and said in a deep voice:

"No, someone saw that he jumped to his death from upstairs, and there was no one around... I feel that this is a bit strange, we'd better pay attention to it."

Su Changxing didn't pay too much attention to it. In the apocalypse, conflicts are easy to arise between people. If there is a vendetta, it is not something that will not happen. He said:

"Ask people who are familiar with him, has he ever had any conflicts or hatred with anyone.

Huang Biao looked at Su Changxing, and pondered: "His corpse is very strange, the skin on his chest is black, the murderer may have some kind of ability."

"ability?"

Su Changxing frowned, and said, "You mean there are other hidden supernatural beings in the resident?"

Huang Biao nodded and said, "It's very likely so, but it's not necessarily true. You should go down and look at the corpse first."

Afterwards, Su Changxing followed Huang Biao to the downstairs, where the corpses had been cleared aside, leaving a human-shaped blood shadow on the ground.

The corpse was a middle-aged man with rough skin. His back hit the ground, a large amount of flesh and blood burst out, his spine was broken into several sections, his chest clothes had been ripped open, and there was a penetrating wound on his chest. The skin around the wound was black. It seems that there is something flowing in it.

There were a lot of people around watching and discussing, feeling that this scene was really weird.

Dead people are nothing unusual, but the way this man died was too weird.

Another short-haired man stood beside him with a look of horror on his face. This should be the friend of the deceased, and said:

"He may have messed with something unclean. I saw him jumping off the stairs by himself just now. I had no chance to stop him.

Hearing this, Su Changxing felt that according to the plot development of some detective suspense novels, 40% of the people who said this were murderers, but judging by his expression, it didn't look like he was lying.

Huang Tao stood beside him with a face full of disbelief and said, "How is it possible? Could it be that he has suicidal tendencies again? I saw that he had a desire to survive before."

Obviously, he also knew the dead man.

The short-haired man nodded affirmatively, "He won't commit suicide. How could we survive so hard? It's ridiculous."

Huang Tao curled his lips, he didn't know what was going on, he felt that it was really absurd, he looked at Su Changxing and asked:

"Brother Su, do you have any idea? I can't see anything from this corpse, and we don't have anyone who has specialized in forensic medicine here."

"Let me see."

Su Changxing squatted in front of the corpse, turned on "True Knowledge" and scanned the wound on the man's chest.

A slender and huge scythe?

Su Changxing was stunned for a moment. This kind of weapon was obvious and couldn't be hidden, but he didn't have any impression. No one in the gathering place should use this kind of weapon.

Seeing the change in Su Changxing's expression, Huang Biao asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Changxing stood up, with a strange expression on his face, and said, "He was pierced through his chest by a scythe~www.novelhall.com~ a relatively huge scythe, do we have people with this kind of weapon in our gathering place?"

Huang Tao interjected, and said decisively: "No, that kind of weapon should be hard to find, and it's not as convenient to use as swords and sticks."

Now the question is, since there is no such weapon in the garrison, how did this person die?

Su Changxing's eyes were dark, and he said in a low voice: "In this way, he should not be alone. Someone used a mobile phone to pass weapons to him outside the garrison, but I don't understand the meaning of what they did. It's not just a sickle. kill."

Huang Biao nodded and said, "It's really a bit strange...Let's just leave it at that. If someone dies again, we'll see."

The death of one or two people is not a big deal. Now that it is getting late, they have more important things to do.

Afterwards, the others took the body away and threw it away, while Su Changxing returned to the room, turned on his phone, and checked the refresh results of the store.

Others are not important.

He mainly looks at rare and precious quality items, which are very important. It seems that the items that are refreshed every time in the discount store are very useful to Su Changxing.

Look towards the top of the inventory.

This is a pistol.

A silver long-barreled revolver looks exquisitely crafted, revealing a hint of elegance.

"It's actually another firearm, but why is it still a pistol..."

Su Changxing thinks it's not bad, at least it matches his promotion direction "pistol enthusiast", but this pistol is a little different from what he imagined.