Zhan Zhao rushed back to S.C.I.'s office and began to search through the boxes and cabinets.

Bai Yutang and Bai Chi who followed along the way looked anxious and looked at Zhan Zhao in discomfort.

"Maoer, what are you looking for?"

"Xiaobai, do you still remember the last time I bought a batch of old English newspapers?" Zhan Zhao asked while looking.

Bai Yutang thought for a while: "Those who came from you by weighing the scale?"

"Yes... I remember being nearby." Zhan Zhao became more and more anxious as he looked for it, "I couldn't have thrown away, right?"

"No! In the penultimate cabinet on the right side of your filing cabinet." Bai Yutang said with certainty.

"…?…Really?" Zhan Zhao was a little suspicious.

"Absolute!" Bai Yutang nodded and walked over to stop Zhan Zhao who was about to open the cabinet door. "I'll do it, this behavior is dangerous." As he said that, he moved away from the side, pulled the cabinet door suddenly and flashed!—With a "wow", the used yellow newspapers poured out like a "tide"...

"How could this happen?" Zhan Zhao stared at the newspaper mountain in a daze.

Bai Yutang shrugged, "When you stuffed it desperately into it, I knew one day it would erupt!!"

"Let me find it!" Zhan Zhao rolled up his sleeves and rushed up to open the newspaper mountain, "Help me find an article called "Thesonal for thegods", which was probably in the newspaper for about seven years."

"Thesons of thegods?" Bai Yutang was puzzled, "The sons of the gods? What? Novels?"

"No, it's a psychological report." Zhan Zhao searched quickly.

"Bai Chi! Come and help!" Bai Yutang felt dizzy when he saw these yellow newspapers with all words. He greeted Bai Chi while gnawing on the bread.

Putting down his bag, Bai Chi wiped his hands on his pants, and rushed into the pile of newspapers.

The three of them rummaged quickly, and Bai Yutang suddenly patted Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao was happy and hurriedly looked at him, "Has he found it?"

Bai Yutang shook his head and pointed at Bai Chi with his finger, and saw that he was browsing the newspaper at a non-human speed.

Zhan Zhao laughed and whispered: "With his IQ, he can read at least tens of thousands of words per minute, and believe it or not, he can recite the ones he just glanced at."

"Really?" Bai Yutang opened his eyes wide, "Isn't that even better than a computer?"

Zhan Zhao blinked at him, "Your Bai family finally has a well-developed mind."

"Yeah~~" Bai Yutang nodded in agreement before reacting, "Die Cat, do you think I have developed limbs?"

"I didn't say anything."

"You~~"

"Ah!!" Just as the two brothers were about to start quarrel again, Xiaobaichi shouted, "I found it!!"

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang looked at him at the same time.

Bai Chi struggled to climb out of the newspaper he surrounded, handed the newspaper in his hand to Zhan Zhao with his face raised, and asked, "Brother, see if it's this."

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao took a breath at the same time and came out!! The ears came out and their tails began to shake!! - So cute~~

Zhan Zhao took the newspaper and found that it was from 1976. In the third edition of the academic special edition, there was a piece "Thesonal for the goblins". Although it was only the size of dried tofu, Bai Chi still did not miss it.

"That's it." Zhan Zhao looked at Bai Chi in surprise.

Seeing the smile in Zhan Zhao's eyes, Bai Chi narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. Zhan Zhao reached out to touch his head, "Be good~~~ so capable."

Seeing Bai Chi being praised, his ears drooped and his tail was shaken even more happily. Bai Yutang held his forehead weakly. This child is really a member of the Bai family? Gene mutation!!!

Zhan Zhao has already focused on this report.

"Maoer, what does this report have to do with the case?" Bai Yutang came over curiously, and Xiao Baichi leaned forward.

"This is an early research report on personality division. This report describes people with personality division as populations with special abilities given by God and species that are superior to ordinary humans, so they are given the title of Sons of Gods. I was deeply impressed by this article because the author advocated that these 'Sons of Gods' are the highest and ultimate weapons of humanity." Zhan Zhao pointed to the sentence in the article and said, "Look, what is written here is 'Whoever has the ability to control these ultimate weapons can become the king of the future world.'"

"Wow~~" Bai Yutang smiled, "This is too consistent with the logic of this case. Could it be that this author is a prophet?"

"After that, Maoer," Bai Yutang seemed to have thought of something, "~ Have you read all these newspapers? And still remember?"

Zhan Zhao and Bai Chi turned to look at him at the same time and asked in confusion: "What's the problem?"

………… Bai Yutang laughed dryly and shook his head, “No ~~ No problem.” He coughed, and said without changing his face, “Continue! Continue the case!”

Bai Chi pointed to the name of the author under the title and said, "Who is this Vincent Brown?"

"Vincent Brown?" Zhan Zhao murmured and repeated the name, "Vincent...Brown...Ah!"

"It's Professor Wilson's real name!" Zhan Zhao exclaimed softly.

"What?" Bai Yutang was also very surprised, "Maoer, isn't it wrong? Didn't that old man say that personality split does not exist? No matter how you look at this article, he is an absolute fan of personality split~~"

Zhan Zhao frowned, "I can't understand either."

"Can't he believe it thirty years ago, but then he didn't believe it?" Bai Chi asked, "It's like I believed Santa Claus ten years ago, but I didn't believe it ten years later..."

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao turned to look at him, and Bai Chi shut up obediently: "Just pretend I haven't said it."

Sitting in the newspaper, Bai Yutang touched his chin and said, "Mao, I suddenly thought of something."

"Oh?" Zhan Zhao looked at him with interest, "A coincidence, I thought of some things, you can tell me first."

Bai Yutang nodded and said, "No, the cause of the case was that Professor Wilson was assassinated. Although that time was thrilling, he escaped by coincidence. This time, he was stabbed by his own wife at a dinner he hosted, so coincidentally he was not dead."

Zhan Zhaohe Bai Chi nodded.

"On the surface, he seems to be the absolute victim, but if you think about it carefully, it feels strange." Bai Yutang concluded.

"Yes." Zhan Zhao nodded in agreement, stood up, and took a piece of white paper and a few pens from the table.

"Let's first straighten out the relationship between all the characters in this case." He picked up the pen, drew a circle on the white paper, and said, "First of all, a few people who were manipulated in the case, look at Qi Lei, Yang Feng and Jon."

"Qi Lei and Jon have an intersection, that is □□." Zhan Zhao drew the circles of the two into a cross, and wrote the word "grab" in the middle.

"And these two people have something to do with Pang Yu!" Bai Yutang said, "Qi Lei learned guns in his shooting club, and Jon and him are friends."

"That's right!" Zhan Zhao continued, "that is to say, these two cases are directed at Pang Yu."

"Qi Lei and Yang Feng actually have nothing to do with it, but there is another link between them, that is, Jia Zhengyan!" The clever little Bai Chi learned Zhan Zhao's logic and analyzed it down, "There is an intersection between Jia Zhengyan and Qiaoen, which is medicine!!"

"Very good!" Zhan Zhaoteng gave his hand to touch his head, "and so on, the case is linked one by one, a complete crime will definitely be a closed gathering in the end! In other words, there must be one or more rings between Jia Zhengyan and Pang Yu, connecting them to each other."

"That is, we will find people who are related to Pang Yu and Jia Zhengyan! or relationship network." Zhan Zhao concluded, "The two people have a huge gap in identity and the nature of their work is also very different, so there shouldn't be many such people."

"Don't forget!" Bai Yutang said suddenly, "It's very likely that Qi Le has seen this person!"

Zhan Zhao and Bai Chi looked up at him in surprise at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Bai Yutang looked strange, "Or why would you kill Qi Le?"

Zhan Zhao asked blankly: "Xiaobai, has anyone ever said..." He said here, pausing.

"What did you say?" Bai Yutang was puzzled. Could it be that he had made some fool of himself?

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and rubbed Bai Yutang's hair. Zhan Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "Sometimes you are as stupid as a microorganism, and sometimes you are even more genius than a genius!!!"

Bai Yutang, with his messy hair, looked depressed: "Microorganisms?? Cats... have fallen again~~~~"

In the shooting range of Guanglong Shooting Club, S City

After Ma Han shot his last shot, a whistle came from the side.

The shooting coach clapped his hands and looked at the shooting target and said, "Oh my God, you can go to the Olympics!! You are definitely not an amateur!!"

Ma Han put down his gun, looked at the coach coldly, turned around and left.

"Hey! Wait! Do you want to be a coach?" The shooting coach chased after him and followed Ma Han into the locker room.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when Ma Han took off his training suit, the coach talked to him, "You are so cool. I haven't seen you say anything. To be honest, are you a professional?"

"I'm a policeman." Ma Han said coldly.

"..." The man was obviously stunned, "You...oh! You must be a sniper!!"

Ma Han sensitively felt that from the beginning, there seemed to be someone staring at him in the dark, maybe hiding in the corner, maybe through the camera... But he is a sniper with many years of practical experience. Speaking of sensitivity, no one in the entire police station can compare with him except Bai Yutang.

Success or failure may be a one-stop defeat... Ma Han made up his mind that if you don’t show off for so many days, I’ll show you something crazy today.

The coach was about to say something, but suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him was wrong. He looked up at Ma Han... with just one glance, he was so shocked that he almost collapsed on the ground.

At this time, Ma Han's eyes were wide open, as if even his pupils had dilated. The blue veins on his forehead were leaping, and his nose wings were slightly swaying. Unlike his usual cold expression, at this moment, a strange smile was hanging on his mouth. He looked down at him, as if he was another person.

Ma Han squatted down slowly, reached out and gently held the coach's neck, staring at the blood vessels between his neck, as if he would open his mouth full of fangs and bite it at any time.

"You...what are you doing..." The coach's voice trembled.

Ma Han seemed to have heard the breath of the secretly peeper, and was getting more and more intense - the next step is the key point.

The fingers were closed and the strength was amazing.

The coach reached out and slapped Ma Han's hand desperately, but it felt like a slutch shaking a tree. Ma Han smiled coldly, almost bloodthirsty.

"No...help...help~help~help~~help~~" the coach screamed hoarsely.

In an instant, Ma Han seemed to be stabbed by a needle and bounced it violently.

I let go of my hand in a daze, looking at the coach who had finally broken free.

The coach covered his neck with purple handprints, and ran away in panic.
To be continued...