Chapter 7: Investigation (Please follow

Maybe there are clues.

But Ji Jue didn't find them.

Carefully taking photos of the scene and doing the work that the police hadn't done at all, Ji Jue very helplessly found that he could only see a few winding footprints in the dust.

But he couldn't tell who was who.

Who came, man or woman, tall or short, any significant features, completely unclear.

It's obviously too late to take out a textbook and learn from scratch now, but fortunately, there are other methods.

Ji Jue's palm was placed on the old computer.

Tell it:

——【Wake up】!

After several attempts, the faint feeling finally emerged again. The invisible hand controlled everything, forcibly started the overloaded power supply, followed Ji Jue's will, bypassed the burnt circuit, and after some degree of repair... the screen lit up again!

Skillfully opened the surveillance video in the shop and adjusted the time.

Two black shadows appeared on the screen, entering from the back door as if premeditated, but they didn't go to rummage through the counter and the place where money was stored, but turned to other places in the shop.

It was as if they were looking for other things.

Then, they encountered Lu Ma who was awakened.

Just like a crazy mother bear, the roaring Lu Ma didn't talk about any Jianghu morality or boring things at all, swung the wrench and smashed it on one of the people's heads, opening the scalp on the spot, blood splashing out, falling on her head, perhaps that was the reason for the residual abnormal spiritual quality.

If it were an ordinary person, this would probably be a concussion if not dead.

But... what if the person who came wasn't normal?

In the surveillance screen, the person on the ground just twitched twice, then straightened his body like an electric shock, climbed up in a strange posture, easily grabbed Lu Ma's arm, took away the wrench, and smashed it on her head and face.

The other person who was attacked also seemed to be like a breeze, restraining Lu Ma and suppressing her easily.

Ji Jue watched Lu Ma struggle and resist again and again in the surveillance.

Climbing up, and falling down again.

Finally lost consciousness.

Fell to the ground.

He gradually lost his expression, and even his anger flowed away through some hole, only the computer case was panting and roaring.

The screen froze suddenly.

Lu Ma's resistance tore off the mask of one of the people, revealing the scar on his face, the beard, and the eyes that were different from other colors and abnormal. It reminded Ji Jue of the old man who attacked him after falling into madness.

Scarlet color.

Compared with each other, although their degree of variation didn't look as good as that old man, that old man inexplicably gave Ji Jue a feeling of malnutrition. These two people were not forced to madness by hunger, just their physical fitness exceeded ordinary people.

The picture ended quickly, and the two people searched for a long time, found nothing, smashed things wildly, and finally, unwilling to return empty-handed, dragged Lu Ma, who was on the ground, towards the back door.

Ji Jue walked towards the back door, looking at the remaining tracks on the ground, disappearing outside the door.

In the rain, he couldn't see the traces of the wheels.

He raised his head and looked at the utility pole... the surveillance camera that had long since lost maintenance, had no response, and the data cable extending from the fuselage had completely aged over a long time.

It seems that no one has managed it for more than ten years. The surveillance in Yacheng has been changed one after another over the years, but unfortunately, none of them will be installed in the chaotic construction area of Beishan District.

It has long been forgotten.

"Who said that useless surveillance can't find people?"

Ji Jue stared straight at the utility pole, whispered, dragged a ladder out of the warehouse, and climbed up the wall. In the light rain, no one noticed the rain-poncho figure who seemed to be repairing the roof.

Then, Ji Jue took out wire cutters from his pocket.

"Whether it's dead or alive depends on this cut."

Ji Jue gritted his teeth, put on the labor insurance gloves that were better than nothing, distinguished the camera cable, and cut it down without hesitation: "It's up to you, superpower!"

Snap!

In an instant, it was as if a fine vibration suddenly emerged from the broken cable, and then, the original near-zero vibration gradually appeared.

It was like coming from thousands of miles away to next door, but, it was still too far!

Ji Jue thought about it, took off the labor insurance gloves, pinched it with his hand, the vibration amplified again, but it was still insufficient... until Ji Jue made a painful decision, opened his mouth, and bit the data cable into his mouth.

In an instant, it was as if his soul was detached from his body, galloping from the dead cable, and disappeared into the empty surveillance camera.

Once again, the fire was ignited!

On the camera, the red flashing light lit up suddenly.

"Damaged, repair, thank you."

A human-like consciousness emerged from the machine, intermittent, blurred and weak: "What, can, serve?"

Holy crap, is it this smart?

From the spiritual quality given by Ji Jue, the camera actually produced self-consciousness, although slow and blurred.

Ji Jue directly transmitted the scene he saw from the surveillance through spiritual quality transmission, "Right under your nose, a home invasion robbery happened, help me, I just want to know where these two people went."

The camera was silent.

Vibration.

As if overloaded, electric sparks sprayed from the gap, and a roar like rage erupted from the spiritual quality link.

"Damn it! Any, evil, will eventually be brought to justice!!!!"

Boom!

A waterfall-like scene roared from the other end of the cable. In the silent camera, countless chaotic scenes poured out, like a hammer, smashing into Ji Jue's forehead.

His eyes went black suddenly.

Emerging from the drowsiness was ecstasy.

Holy crap, it really works?!

Not only that, if you can ignore the accessories, ignore the model, ignore the data protocol, and ignore all conditions just by biting the data cable to transmit pictures, then in the future, when calculating the differential equations of any transmission system, wouldn't it be enough to just hold two memory sticks in your mouth?

The future is bright!

No longer afraid of not being able to handle the dynamic model of multi-branch transmission systems!

No, if it really works, just wave your hand and let the computer calculate it for you...

But with the dissipation of chaotic thoughts, Ji Jue was already immersed in the transmitted picture. He didn't know how many years of pictures were stored inside, intermittent, without any focus, but the picture, in the end, froze suddenly.

In a blur, in the night, was a white van parked on the side of the road, an old model from the Coast Automobile Factory, weathered, covered in scratches, no different from the black taxis seen everywhere in Beishan District, mixed with people and goods, convenient and reliable, and cheap and fuel-efficient.

The moment the car lights turned on, fleeting, the license plate appeared in the picture, unfortunately, a blur.

"Voltage, abnormal, disrepair, abandoned, didn't capture, number." The camera seemed depressed, stuttering: "Sorry, sorry, sorry."

"No, it's enough." Ji Jue was satisfied, patted the drooping big head: "I'll help you do a big health check later, Monitor Brother."

"You're welcome."

The camera finally responded, and with the dissipation of spiritual quality, it fell into silence again.

And Ji Jue, staring at the direction the vehicle went on the wall, and the distant traffic lights along the way, slowly exhaled a white breath.

No license plate number, nothing to regret.

In this day and age, everyone comes out to commit crimes and engage in black industries, how can there be no fake license plates?

Rich experience can naturally avoid trouble.

It's just, who said that without a license plate, you can't find the car?

How to find a fake license plate car among tens of thousands of white small vans in Yacheng?

The answer is, just ask directly.

Ji Jue stood under the street lamp, looked at the camera, "Brother, ask something, at five o'clock yesterday morning, did a white van pass by here? About this look, yeah, right, thanks."

"Small matter, brother."

The enthusiastic camera twisted its head, as if waving goodbye: "Come and play next time!"

"Didn't see it, go ahead and look?"

"Went to the left, but went south again at eight o'clock."

"There is a dashcam on the car below, you ask, it's definitely useful!"

"Went north."

"...... have to go further, yes, go further, turn right."

Yacheng, as one of the nineteen central cities of the Federation, covers an area of 7,200 square kilometers and is divided into seven districts. According to statistics, the permanent population is over 26 million. In fact, if you add illegal immigrants and stowaways, I am afraid there are over 30 million people.

But if you want to ask these 30 million people one by one to find a car in 7,200 square kilometers, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Everyone has times when they didn't pay attention, didn't see, didn't remember, and didn't intend to cooperate, but machines won't.

If there is, there is; if you didn't see it, you didn't see it.

The entire Beishan District, apart from the official surveillance on the main roads, has countless cameras, factories, companies, nightclubs, apartments, villas, and even convenience stores and morning tea shops, and even the dashcams on every car.

The massive number of cameras, like stars hidden in the darkness, stare at the acre of land in front of them at all times, faithfully recording every change into the hard drive for people to retrieve.

As long as you ask, they will answer.

Knowing everything, saying everything.

Better than a loyal dog.

It was only six hours, and Ji Jue circled the route, general direction, and specific information of the white van.

And, the final location!

In fact, the whole process added up to less than twenty minutes.

For the rest, apart from being on the road, Ji Jue was waiting for his spiritual quality to recover, and frantically gnawing on all the food he could buy on the side of the road.

6:00 PM, Beishan District, Binhai Avenue.

In a restaurant on the street filled with noisy card-playing sounds, Ji Jue lay on the window seat, staring at the white van parked on the side of the street, waiting for the car owner who didn't know where to go to show up.

By the way, lowered his head, frantically showing off.

Sweeping siu mai, rice noodle rolls, and steamed buns, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Hunger, extreme hunger.

With the consumption and recovery of spiritual quality, the body is also craving supply.

A large amount of high-calorie food is squeezing out Ji Jue's savings balance at a heartbreaking speed. Even so, he is still dizzy, with bursts of tinnitus, and his face is as pale as a ghost.

The sequelae brought by the lack of spiritual quality, the ability he has not yet mastered skillfully is difficult to sustain under such high-frequency use.

The only benefit is that the perception resonance, which was sometimes effective and sometimes not, can now be guaranteed to start under full concentration, initially mastered.

It's just that the more he masters it, the more he feels uncoordinated and strenuous.

It's like a child driving a big car.

Although it looks and is actually very hearty, it consumes a lot of physical strength. If you are not careful, you will be squeezed dry by the big car, resulting in spiritual quality overdraft.

If it weren't for the spiritual quality reserve that the watch had just squeezed from that old man this morning, Ji Jue might have broken down long ago.

"Heavenly Chosen One... huh?"

Recalling the words of the system in the watch, Ji Jue couldn't help but whisper. ===== CHAPTER 8 =====