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Chapter 1739

The person in the scar department said with a rubber glove pointing at a pattern in the corner.

The pigments in this pattern are not like conventional pigments visible on the market, exuding a faint fragrance. The purple-black pigments complexly outline the lace around them, and two words are written in a twisted manner in the middle - Yi Ren!

"Inhuman?"

Yan Hao frowned a little deeper and he said.

In the cases he had handled, he recalled the cases related to the word "Yinren", but nothing was involved.

Fang Ru repeatedly muttered the word "Indie", but her keen sixth sense as a woman was telling her that this was not simple!

And a figure flashed in her mind, and this person was Xiao Yang!

"Team Leader Yan, why don't we come and take a look at Xiao Yang!"

Fang Ru suggested.

Yan Hao nodded in agreement without thinking too much.

Fang Ru immediately walked out of the villa and called Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang was still on the way back to the western building. After receiving a call from Fang Ru, he immediately turned around and rushed to the Zhang family's villa. The reason why he was so urgent was because the alien organization where Mo Li was previously appeared again!

Xiao Yang rushed to the Zhang family's villa and had already set up a cordon outside the villa. The inspector's staff were guarding outside to avoid media entry and destroy the scene. He was led by Fang Ru, and he was unobstructed all the way.

After he walked into the villa, he saw Yan Hao standing at the window smoking a cigarette, and asked, "Where is the pattern?"

Yan Hao extinguished the cigarette in his hand and took Xiao Yang to the corner where the pattern was, "Brother Yang, this is the pattern Fang Ru told you on the phone!"

Xiao Yang could smell the faint fragrance when he leaned closer. He was sure that this was a pigment made of the juice of a ghost flower plant in Siam. It was rarely seen in the Han Dynasty, but it was widely used abroad and could even be used as a tattoo pigment.

But with just such a pattern, Xiao Yang still couldn't determine whether it was the Yiren organization in which Mo Li was infiltrated into the Han Dynasty.

"Where is the body?"

Xiao Yang asked urgently.

Like the Han Dynasty's cultivators, Yiren mainly practices spiritual power. If Zhang Weizhi is killed with spiritual power, the forensic doctors in the real world will not be able to detect anything, but the spiritual power will definitely remain in the body of the deceased, and spiritual power practitioners can recognize it with just a glance.

Yan Hao and Fang Ru saw Xiao Yang's nervous look and looked at each other.

"Brother Yang, the body is in the anatomy room of the inspection bureau. Do you want to go and take a look in person?"

Fang Ru asked in a low voice.

Xiao Yang nodded without hesitation and said in a deep voice: "If it was really done by those people, things wouldn't be that simple!"

Yan Hao heard some clues from Xiao Yang's words, his face was full of confusion, and he asked, "Brother Yang, who are the people you are talking about?"

Xiao Yang did not make a sound, but said to Fang Ru: "Now take me to take a look at the corpse!"

Fang Ru was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.

This is the first time she has seen Xiao Yang so worried and nervous when she has seen Xiao Yang so worried and nervous.

Xiao Yang took the car driven by Yan Hao and returned to the inspection station of the imperial capital with Fang Ru.

He was frowning along the way, looking at the night outside the window with his head tilted, but he didn't want to watch it.

The martial arts world of Han Kingdom is still a mess now, with all forces fighting endlessly, and foreign Yiren organizations will inevitably cause a bloody storm when they enter the territory of Han Kingdom at this time, and even the Han Kingdom is unable to resist.
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