Chapter 561: Prepare to Kill
The inspector was very surprised after hearing all this.
The cause of death of these people was actually caused by the boy's casual curse.
No wonder no suspicious drugs were found, it turned out that this was a superpower.
Thinking of this, he was overwhelmed. It was obvious that he could not handle this matter anymore and had to report it to a higher level.
Now the boy's mind has changed drastically, who knows what he will do outside.
He knew very well that a boy with such ability could not be dealt with by those gangsters. I am afraid that the gangsters who could not be found now have died somewhere.
On the other side, the boy watched the gangsters killing each other with red eyes in the basement and laughed wildly.
He felt that his soul was cleansed, a special energy spread in his body, and he felt that his ability had been improved.
If there were outsiders here, they would see that purple lines appeared all over his body.
"So that's how it is. Punishing evildoers can actually improve my superpowers."
His eyes turned cold, "Then let's start a big fight next!"
"But first... we have to get rid of the person who was with my mother."
In the store in the town, the owner had just greeted a customer when his cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, frowned, and answered it.
"Hello? Who are you? If you are selling something, I don't need it."
He was about to hang up the phone.
At this time, a childish and cold voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Mr. Spencer? Yes, I'm looking for you."
The owner frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"
The boy on the other end of the phone had a very cold expression.
"Nothing, I just have a score to settle with you."
"As an adult, you don't think about making money and maintaining your family, but you are hooking up with others. Don't you think your behavior is very bad?"
The owner frowned and was about to say something, but his face became dull.
The boy said, "You can die in front of your house now, so that you can pay for your sins."
On the other end of the phone, the shopkeeper put down the phone, and walked out of the shop with a dull look in his eyes, and walked to the road, and was hit by a passing car that failed to dodge.
The boy on the other end of the phone suddenly felt relieved.
This time, he not only wanted to vent his anger, but also wanted to experiment whether his enhanced ability could be used to issue commands remotely through the phone.
Now it seems that it is completely possible, so it is very simple.
He turned around and walked around the pile of meat sauce in the room, and took out a mobile phone from one of the corpses that could no longer be distinguished from a human figure.
In a building, in an extremely luxurious office on the top floor.
A well-dressed middle-aged man in a suit answered the phone in confusion.
"Hello, son, what's the matter with you calling me now?"
The next moment his eyes became dull.
Twenty minutes later, the boy had cleaned himself up, changed his clothes and got into the middle-aged man's car.
Sitting in the back seat of the luxury car, feeling the soft sofa, he glanced at the middle-aged man driving in front, showed a playful expression, and said: "Take me to your most secret residence, provide me with everything I need, and most importantly, give me an untraceable phone."
Looking at the man who obeyed him, the boy nodded with satisfaction.
I'm afraid he doesn't know that his son has been killed by him, and he is still working for him, but he deserves it, because his son is so bad in school.
Soon the two came to a luxurious villa area and entered one of the villas.
Everything the boy needed was quickly taken, and after using various means to severely torment the gangster's father and vent his anger,
He nodded with satisfaction and said, "From now on, I am your master. You have to work for me wholeheartedly, but after you go out, you will return to normal and will not remember my existence at all."
"You have to arrange a professional scavenger to clean up the things in the basement of your villa. Forget it, just tell me the scavenger's phone number."
"Then you will be outside like other parents of gangsters, eager to find your son."
The man nodded dully, straightened his clothes, and then left the villa. At this time, his eyes regained clarity.
For a moment, he didn't know why he suddenly appeared here. It seemed that there was a blank memory before, but he soon didn't care and returned to the company.
At this time, he received a call from the police.
On the other side, the boy's home was full of police and people coming from above.
The boy's mother was crying with her head in her hands at this time.
The detective on the side said: "We estimate that he received this negative energy before, and then awakened his superpowers."
"Based on our analysis of the last deceased he had contact with, his superpowers can inadvertently give instructions to the deceased, and it is very likely that he can hear other people's voices."
"In short, these two abilities combined can make him extremely destructive."
"And now he must have known his abilities and that he has killed so many people, so he is hiding now."
"Knowing that he has caused trouble, his heart, which has been suppressed for a long time, is now even more inflated, and we don't know what he will do."
"Maybe he thinks this is his mission, and thinks that what he does is to punish evil and promote good, but he doesn't know that he has been contaminated by evil energy."
"In short, we must find him immediately and see if we can restore him to normal."
"Now you are the only person he cares about. We need your help. Maybe he will change his mind when he hears you calling him."
The boy's mother suddenly yelled: "I don't believe it! He has always been a good boy and never wants to hurt anyone. He doesn't even want to step on ants when he meets them on the road. How could he hurt others?"
"You made all this up! You just want to find someone to take the blame!"
"Why? Why did he never tell us that he has been bullied all this time? Why didn't your school and the police care? Now that those rich trash have died, you come to care? Are you protecting the weak or the rich?"
The boy's mother couldn't help crying again.
She hated herself for knowing it too late. She didn't know until now that her son had been bullied at school.
The inspector said: "We understand your feelings very well, but it's not important to say these things now. Now we have to stop him from doing worse things."