"How are we going to find out the mechanism here?" Kiko looked at the morgue.

Tang Ren took out the dragon-seeking ruler and said, "It seems it's my turn to take action!"

"No need to go to such trouble." Zhang Jin held down Tang Ren's shoulders, then took out a U.S. dollar bill from his pocket, let go in mid-air, and watched the U.S. dollar bill slowly fall downwards.

"Old Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Watch carefully."

"What are you looking at? I just saw the money fall to the ground!"

Zhang Jin took out a few more US dollars and repeated the behavior just now: "Do you understand?"

"I understand, this is performance art - throwing coins!" Tang Ren suddenly said.

Qin Feng suddenly said: "I understand, it's the airflow! These banknotes all fell in the same place, but they all floated in the same direction, indicating that the airflow was in that direction. There must be something hidden behind that wall.

space!"

"That's right!" Zhang Jin nodded.

Everyone immediately looked at the wall where the corpse box was supported. Not long after, everyone worked together to open the secret door.

After the secret door was opened, an empty space appeared inside, like a huge warehouse. The incandescent lamps on the walls on both sides emitted a pale light, giving it a ghostly coldness.

The most shocking thing is the antique high platform at the end of the space, which is like a sacrificial platform in the Qin and Han Dynasties. A ray of yellow light falls from the ceiling, illuminating the high platform and turning it into a mysterious place!

"Holy crap! Isn't this the place where the murderer ascended to immortality?" Tang Ren's voice broke the silence.

"Building this kind of building in a hospital is really a big deal!" Song Yi sighed.

"I have to make a call to ask someone to come over and block the inspection." Chen Ying took out her cell phone as she spoke, but her eyes never left the high platform.

Kiko asked: "You said that the internal organs removed by the murderer would not be used to refine elixirs here, right?"

"Just go up and take a look and you will know." Qin Feng said.

Anyway, the murderer is dead, so they have nothing to fear.

When he came to the high platform and looked around, Tang Ren couldn't help but complain: "You're still cultivating immortality! Cultivate your sister! The alchemy furnace is all wrong, obviously I haven't read the 1986 edition of Journey to the West!"

"Are you serious?" Kiko felt speechless, "The murderer is a foreigner who read Journey to the West, or the 1986 edition."

"I have notified the police..." Chen Ying came up from below and exclaimed before he finished speaking, "Tang Ren, what are you doing? Come down here quickly!"

Zhang Jin and others who were looking around quickly turned around and saw Tang Ren lying down on the stone platform.

Kiko said disgustedly: "I found that you like to lie around very much. You were like this at Zaowang Temple before."

"This is my immersive investigation method, how can you, a kid, understand it!" Tang Ren said disapprovingly, twisted his head, and squinted at the ceiling above.

"Then what did you see?" Song Yi also looked up.

"I saw it..." Tang Ren suddenly sat up.

"What did you see? Xiao Tang!" Qin Feng thought he had discovered something else and asked quickly.

"The lights are so dazzling!" Tang Ren rubbed his eyes.

Everyone was speechless for a moment.

"Do you think I am a god? Every time I lie down, I can see clues!" Tang Ren jumped down from the stone platform.

Zhang Jin took out his mobile phone and took a selfie for himself, and soon received a notification from the system that his immediate task had been completed.

No clues were found in the palace. After the police arrived, Zhang Jin and others left.

After coming out of the hospital, everyone returned to the car. Song Yi drove, Kiko sat in the passenger seat, and the Chinatown trio squeezed into the back seat.

"Where to go now?" Song Yi asked.

Kiko opened her notebook: "The intelligence has been collected, this is Dr. Phillips." She pointed to a white man on the screen, "Dr. Phillips, Dutch-American, Ph.D. in sociology and psychology, former

A tutor for master's students in psychology at Harvard University, he later resigned as a university teacher for unknown reasons and opened a psychological counseling center."

"Then what is his relationship with the murderer?" Tang Ren asked.

"Phillips had surgery at Midtown Manhattan Hospital, and James was his surgeon, and James also went to his counseling center for psychological counseling, right after his wife died and when he found out he had cancer.

For a period of time, I go there almost three or four times a week." Kiko replied.

"It was probably the idea of ​​killing people and cultivating immortals that was instilled into James at that time." Qin Feng speculated, "Kiko, do you have the address of Dr. Phillips? Let's go see him now."

Kiko said: "It's too late. This doctor has already left the United States by plane this morning."

"Where are you going?"

"Japan, Tokyo."

"Where is he going and doing what?"

"I don't know, but I found out that the University of Tokyo is holding a sociology forum. I guess he was invited to attend the meeting." Kiko typed on the keyboard.

Zhang Jin thought: It’s Tokyo again, can’t it be such a coincidence?

"Go to his psychological counseling center first." Qin Feng said.

"Then let's go. His psychological counseling center is next to the Brooklyn Bridge in lower Manhattan." Kiko switched the route to the car navigation system.

Song Yi drove on the road according to the navigation guidance.

From Midtown to Downtown, you only need to go south along Park Avenue where they are located, and drive to Foley Square next to New York City Hall to see your destination.

"This is it."

Zhang Jin looked at a three-story villa building in front of him, with a big sign hanging at the door - Phillips Psychological Counseling Center.

Because it is close to the city hall, the security in this area is pretty good. It took a lot of effort for a few people to avoid the police and cameras on the street and successfully sneak into the consultation center.

The three-story villa has a clear division of labor, with a consultation center on the first floor, daily living on the second and third floors.

"The anti-theft system here is really tight. Fortunately, I cut off all of them, otherwise I would have been discovered within a few steps!" Kiko said, looking at a dozen repeatedly intercepted alarm messages on his laptop.

"Look, it's exactly the same photo!" Tang Ren said as he picked up a photo frame.

Others gathered around and found that the photo in the frame was exactly the same as the landscape photo found in Marco's home.

"These two people must be related!" Qin Feng affirmed, "Look again to see if there are any other clues."

"I'll go upstairs and have a look." Tang Ren said and stepped onto the stairs. Zhang Jin and Song Yi followed him upstairs.

Kiko opened the other party's computer and began to invade to find useful information.

Qin Feng came to the bookshelf and observed the books on it.

Half an hour later, Zhang and Jin, who had found nothing upstairs, returned to the studio and gathered around Kiko, waiting for her to find useful information from her computer.

"Aren't you a computer expert? Why did it take so long?" Tang Ren couldn't help but say.

"What do you know? This person's computer uses a very special shadow system. The files are triple-encrypted and interlocking. If you make a mistake in any one of them, the data in it will be erased." Kiko retorted.

"Then when can you crack it?"
Chapter completed!