early morning.

A long cordon line has been fenced at No. 88, Baiyin Avenue.

After all, Claude is a famous rich man from Bai Xi, and his murder is not a trivial matter.

What's more, many documents and texts on the wall scattered in the scene revealed his suspicion of smuggling and spying. With his death, a huge wave formed, and it could not be hidden, making some people who had socialized with Claude secretly grit their teeth, but they could not do anything about it.

Johnson is a police officer in his forties. His rich career has allowed him to come into contact with various bizarre cases and deal with some tricky night monsters.

But at this moment, he was squatting in the study and looking at the human figure drawn by the white lines on the ground, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

"The bodyguards guarding outside the villa swear they didn't even put a fly in. Although the bodyguards' words were not so reliable, after investigation, it was indeed like this... the murderer should have landed directly on the balcony. Can he fly?"

Johnson murmured to himself: "And... from the short-term battle resolution, the other party is a ruthless and cold killing machine. Both attacks were fatal, clean and decisive... Are you a just partner?"

He knew very well that the power the other party had was no longer a problem that ordinary police officers could solve.

Therefore, he chose to report immediately.

"A very powerful individual, a case of suspected espionage, is it probably enough for the Kingdom investigators to take action?"

Johnson said silently.

When he thought of those guys, he shivered uneasy.

Although in many stories, the investigators are representatives of tall, handsome and handsomeness, in fact, he knows very well that they are a group of poor people who are always with loneliness and danger, and they are likely to be driven crazy at any time.

There are also many investigators who are reimbursed for various reasons every year.

They are the secret fronts of the kingdom, the real guardian, but they are also humans, with limitations.

"I hope this matter can be solved..."

Claude's death brought great pressure to Johnson, and it is completely imaginable that the pressure from all aspects.

"Boss, the investigator is here."

At this time, a police officer pushed the door and followed by a man in a black windbreaker.

The man was about thirty years old, with thin cheeks, red eyes, thick dark circles, and a dirty hat on his head. He seemed to have not been asleep for a long time. At this time, he was all relying on the cigarette in his mouth to refresh himself.

This is the crime scene, you can't smoke!

Johnson's words had already reached his mouth, but he swallowed them wisely and stepped forward and said, "Your Highness Investigator, I am the local police officer Johnson, now transfer everything about this case to you..."

"Well, you can call me...'Vulture'!"

The investigator randomly issued a code number, and the eyes that seemed to have to fall asleep at any time finally became a little energetic: "Where is the body?"

"It has been transported back to the police station, waiting for dissection..."

"Silly behavior..."

The vulture circled around the room and commented lightly: "Moving the body away may have left many precious clues... Some evidence collection methods require the body to be with the first scene..."

"I believe in the professionalism of my subordinates." Johnson replied meticulously: "Please follow me to the balcony, which is the first place for the murderer..."

"I've seen it..."

The vulture whistled: "From the scene, the 'just companion' we are going to catch is a flying monster, or a person who is proficient in fighting and wearing flying suits!"

"Flying Craft?"

Johnson exclaimed.

"Isn't it very strange? I'm also very strange... How could the flying breeding suits that are only equipped with the Kingdom Secret Forces be trapped in the outside world?"

The vulture smiled and showed a yellowed teeth: "I originally thought it was just a spy case... Now, it is becoming more and more interesting. I want to see the corpses and ask them a few questions."

These words made Johnson shudder suddenly.

...

Police Department.

Mortuary.

A formalin smell lingers around, mixed with a faint stench, which makes ordinary people feel sick as soon as they come in.

The vulture pressed his hat and pulled open the body bag without any feeling. He saw Claude whose head was twisted by 180 degrees, and Rand whose Adam's apple was broken.

"Two gentlemen... I hope your spirit has not dissipated yet and can answer a few questions from me."

The vulture looked at Johnson who was waiting seriously beside him: "Mr. Police officer, can you please go out first? My friends are a little shy. There are too many people who may not be willing to come out."

"Okay... OK."

Johnson felt a little sweat on his forehead and hurriedly took the other police officers out.

"Boss...is that the Kingdom Investigator?"

A young man in his twenties asked, "Can he really talk to dead people?"

"Don't ask what shouldn't be asked, don't listen what shouldn't be heard...unless you want to go to special court!" Johnson scolded him with a stern face, and honestly did the job of a doorman.

In the room.

The vulture has taken out several glass bottles and a small piece of candle.

"The psychic candle, made of ghoul's corpse oil, can summon the dead souls before the candle burns out..."

He lit the candle, looked at the candle with some dark colors on it, and murmured to himself.

Immediately, the vulture took out another small bottle, raised its neck, and poured the potion into its throat: "The potion of the dead can allow ordinary people to see the dead and communicate with it..."

At this moment, the surrounding body bags suddenly moved, as if the corpse inside was coming alive and struggling.

"Sorry... Dear sirs, you guys, I'm not looking for."

Seeing this, the black in the vulture's eyes became deeper and he took off his hat and bowed to the surroundings.

But the next moment, his face suddenly changed.

Because that candle, like pouring gasoline, burned violently, forming a huge torch, bright and dazzling, burning all in just a few seconds!

But the two corpses still did not move at all.

On the contrary, the corpses around seemed to be stimulated by some stimulation. A half-decayed guy tore up his body bag and turned it into a "wielding corpse", grinning at the vulture.

"Their spirits... have been 'processed'?"

The vulture whispered in horror: "Who is the partner of justice...?"

...

Outside the door, Johnson and others looked at each other and heard the roars and fighting sounds of beasts inside.

Just as they couldn't help but rush in, the door was pulled open, the vulture walked out with blood all over and his face full of fatigue: "It needs to be cleaned up inside..."

Johnson and a few young men looked into the door, their faces suddenly pale, and the policeman who was asking about it just now couldn't help but cover his mouth and ran to the side and vomited wildly.
Chapter completed!