Chapter 1 Facing Fang Senyan's Request

Could Hill refuse Fang Senyan's request? However, Zi discussed it with Mr. Dark for a few moments before saying to Fang Senyan:

"If we're talking purely about research into the soul, then Miss Corina seems to fit our requirements better. We won't need Mr. Hill."

Fang Senyan immediately understood after hearing Zi's words.

Because for Hill, who had already achieved his goal, the need for the Ace Team had been reduced to the bare minimum, and he might not be fully dedicated.

Conversely, Hill's success would naturally further stimulate Corina, and because she still needed the Ace Team, she would definitely have the thought, "If I don't do well, they might slack off."

So, no matter what, Corina was more suitable.

At this time, Fang Senyan also felt a sense of relief. To be honest, having a woman like Zi, plus a deputy, by his side to fill in the gaps was indeed the luck every team leader dreamed of.

Since Corina had been chosen, she naturally couldn't refuse. In fact, she should be vying for the opportunity to show goodwill to the Ace Team.

After watching Hill's successful promotion with envy, Corina, despite having been beaten by Zi before, could only suppress all her thoughts and do her best to fulfill the Ace Team's requests.

Naturally, the attack on this secret military base once again attracted close attention from the government, but the Wu Lun Fang team excelled at setting up diversions and shaking off pursuers, and they disappeared into the vast city without much effort, like a drop of water dissolving into the sea. And this accident was naturally blamed on the "damn Terminator" in Fang Senyan's place.

Before long, they arrived at 17th District, Sixth Avenue, where T-1000 had once stayed. Although there was no specific address, this famous murder case had already spread like a plague.

The notoriety of this case was so high, firstly because the murderer's methods were too cruel, not even sparing a several-month-old baby girl who couldn't possibly testify.

Secondly, it was because Mr. Simpson was originally a prominent figure in this neighborhood - he committed almost every crime imaginable, including drug use, drug trafficking, robbery, and theft. To put it bluntly, he was a gang boss. The fact that a powerful criminal who was used to wiping out other people's families was wiped out himself was naturally something to be talked about with relish.

Because the murder case had only happened less than twenty-four hours ago, the outer cordon hadn't been removed yet. It seemed that the police's evidence collection had just been completed. When Fang Senyan and his group arrived, they happened to see the last police car leaving with its lights flashing.

Fang Senyan and his group walked to the door. There was no special feeling of a haunted house, but Corina took out a crystal ball, held it in both hands in front of her chest, and put on a layer of hazy black veil, which looked quite mysterious.

This crystal ball was the best spellcasting tool Corina could come up with, costing over 20,000 universal points. It was clear that she was putting her heart and soul into it. After the group entered the house, they didn't bother to turn on the lights to avoid attracting the police. They immediately felt gloomy, and even a pungent smell of blood seemed to be floating in the air.

The light emitted by the crystal ball was faint, but it could barely provide illumination. Although the body had been moved away, the blood stains on the ground and the markings drawn by the police were still there, clearly reflecting the position of the body at the scene of the crime.

Fang Senyan turned to look at Corina and said:

"Any problems? Have you found any clues?"

Corina nodded, first raised the crystal ball, slowly released it, and let it float in the air. Then, the crystal ball began to slowly fly, patrolling the four corners of the haunted house in turn, and finally returned to Corina's hands.

At this time, it could be seen that there were faint, large shadows in the crystal ball, like smoke, patrolling inside everywhere.

Corina began to chant some indistinguishable spells. The low spells fell into Fang Senyan's ears, sounding like silkworms eating mulberry leaves, rustling, but also with a doubled sense of weirdness, causing the goosebumps on the backs of timid people to pop up one by one.

Suddenly, the crystal ball shattered! Dense darkness could be seen emerging from it! It instantly submerged the surroundings. Corina said in a low voice at this time:

"Some strange scenes may appear next, but they are all illusions and will not cause us any substantial harm. Just watch quietly. Do not use your abilities, otherwise, it will lead to the failure of my spell."

When Corina spoke, her eyes mainly looked at Zi and Wuge. Wuge smiled and nodded, but Zi snorted coldly, without pretense, showing the difference in their personalities.

After waiting for only five or six minutes, a gentle light suddenly floated in the room, as if it had returned to the normal lighting state. Slowly, it could be seen that a hmming and hawing sound was coming from the television. It should be playing an adult program.

A burly, fat man with a beard was bare-chested, leaning lazily on the sofa. Beside him was a half-empty bottle of beer, and the coffee table was filled with smoke. It was obviously something like drugs.

This fat man should be Simpson. His wife was slumped on the sofa like she was dead, her pupils shrunk to pinpoints, and there was even vomit beside her mouth. She twitched from time to time, which was a sign of a drug overdose.

Although there was a faint sound of a baby crying upstairs, Simpson had no intention of going up to see the child. He was ignited by the adult program and alcohol. He rubbed his crotch pervertedly and then dragged his wife, who was lying on the sofa, over very simply, tore off her pants, and pounced on her.

At this time, Fang Senyan and his group felt very strange, as if a holographic image was being shown in front of them, and they were in a dark movie theater.

The restricted-level scene did not appear. When Simpson took off his wife's clothes until only her underwear was left, someone suddenly rang the doorbell outside. This guy was like a bull in heat, continuing to pant and strip the woman's clothes regardless.

However, the doorbell kept ringing stubbornly, as if it were a persistent ghost. So, after enduring for a long time, Simpson finally stood up in annoyance, picked up a beer bottle, and roared:

"Damn salesman, I'll make you pay!"

As he said that, he rushed out in three steps, Simpson was originally a gang boss, so he didn't look through the peephole, and directly opened the door, raised the wine bottle, but after opening the door, he was immediately surprised and took a few steps back, hesitating:

"You, you... who are you?"

It turned out that standing in front of Simpson was a woman - who looked exactly like his wife! If Simpson didn't clearly know that his wife was lying half-naked on the sofa, then he would have really mistaken her!

The woman looked at Simpson with the eyes of a predator at the top of the food chain, and suddenly reached out at an indescribable speed, as if touching Simpson's neck.

Simpson's alcohol-numbed nerves couldn't keep up with such a reaction at all. Until a feeling of suffocation and pain was transmitted, his throat made a gurgling sound, he held his neck with both hands, and slowly tilted to the ground. A large amount of blood gushed out from the gaps between his fingers, wetting a large area of his chest.

At this time, it could be found that the edge of the left hand of the woman who looked like Simpson's wife was as sharp as a Gillette razor blade!!! However, blue and white electric lights were constantly swirling and shining on her left shoulder blade. Then, this woman entered the house, closed the door. While doing this series of actions, her face and body began to change, and finally settled into Simpson's appearance.

Without a doubt, this was T-1000.

After this guy entered the house, he poked the heart of Simpson's wife with his elongated index finger like an awl, and then, attracted by the sound of a baby crying upstairs, he coldly killed the child, as cleanly as a human stepping on a rat.

Then, T-1000 began to sit in front of the computer, began to enter a series of letters, and went online. After being online for about thirty minutes, it stood up and left the room, and then left here and walked out.

After watching this scene, everyone found that it was not much different from what they had guessed before. T-1000 should have found Simpson's wife's information from somewhere, then entered in her appearance, searched for information and left. Unfortunately, the computer that was searched for information had been taken away by the police, otherwise, there should be more clues.

At this time, Fang Senyan suddenly said with a condensed expression:

"I don't know if you have noticed a detail. After T-1000 killed Simpson, there was actually electric light swirling around his left shoulder after the blade幻化out of his left hand?"

Hearing Fang Senyan's words, the black brother also nodded and said:

"Yes, is there any problem?"

Fang Senyan frowned and said:

"This doesn't conform to the Terminator's killing habits. Logically speaking, he only needs to wipe the knife down to kill Simpson. Why spend extra energy to release electricity? At least I didn't notice this when I fought T-1000. And if it is used for attack, why is the electricity released on the shoulder instead of on the blade?"

Zi pondered for a while and said:

"So you mean, T-1000's left arm was injured?"

Fang Senyan continued Zi's words and said:

"Or it can be said that T-1000's left arm injury relapsed because the reserve energy decreased after fighting with us. Then it can explain why this killing monster has disappeared during this time - it went to a place where it could heal its injuries!"