The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 277 - 185: The Suicidal Pigeon_3

Chapter 277: Chapter 185: The Suicidal Pigeon_3

The fox slightly furrowed his brow, he quickly replied, "There was never any smiling face; that was just a smoke grenade I threw to mislead the police station."

Mu Jin: Are you sure?

Fox: I’m very certain. Don’t ask about this matter anymore—it’s meaningless.

Mu Jin: Okay, I understand.

At the other end of the network, Mu Jin set down her wristwatch and leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at herself in the half-length mirror.

Reducing all unnecessary contact and ensuring everyone’s privacy were rules that the Fox had set down from the beginning in the Deception Group.

Even if one of their four was caught, it wouldn’t affect the others.

However, it seemed that someone had not followed this rule.

Mu Jin unconsciously frowned; she recalled the process of joining the Deception Group.

One day on the street, she found ambiguous guidance and followed it to a deserted warehouse.

From the messages left on a blackboard in the warehouse, it was evident not that they were chosen by the guidance, as those messages had been there for a long time and were from different individuals from different periods.

Moreover, the blackboard recorded some marvelous concepts from these message-leavers, which, when integrated, turned into a new form of performance—technique.

Through these messages, she also discovered that three others had found this place in the same period.

Thus, one afternoon, these four people agreed to meet anonymously.

From then on, the Deception Group was established under various coincidences.

If one were to say everything about them was planned and the "Smiling Face" really existed, then he/she would be the only one who knew the identities of all four Deception Group members.

This feeling made her very uneasy.

She didn’t know how much Fox knew, how much he was concealing, or what exactly he planned to do.

They must inquire clearly when they came back.

Mu Jin’s gaze gradually hardened.

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Chest facing down, severely damaged.

Another death like this.

He stepped out of the shadows on the street and walked over to the pool of blood on the ground.

Drawing in his steel wings behind him, he gazed toward the top of the building.

If he had not guessed wrong, the person on the ground had just jumped from that rooftop, then became the corpse he saw now.

Suicide

The word sprang up in his mind.

Based on the state of death, it had to be suicide.

However, what he learned from the police station told him that this matter was definitely not that simple.

He had discovered two cases of suicide by jumping where the victim landed with the chest facing down and severely damaged, making it three with this one.

Generally, the aspect of death after jumping from a high building would result in one of two directions.

One is severe head injuries, which happens when the jumper is determined to die, and they deliberately adjust to a head-down position.

The other is severe leg or arm injuries, occurring when they regret their decision mid-air and subconsciously alter their posture to land on hands or feet first, which is reflected on the body.

But during this period, all three bodies he had discovered were severely damaged at the chest, meaning they chose to land chest-first.

This was strange; humans are not birds with protruding sternums, and normal suicide jumps should not result in landing chest-first.

Such unusual cases, appearing more than three times, meant there was definitely something fishy.

Moreover, he just heard the signature sound of a pigeon whistle again; this was the second time he had heard it in this area.

Someone was using this opportunity to commit murder.

Suddenly, leveraging the vision of his high-tech Prosthetic Eye, he saw something flash by on the rooftop.

It appeared to be a figure.