The wanton life of a certain beauty

"Absorb!"

"Buzz!"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding scene changed rapidly again, and in an instant, they came to a space with a radius of one kilometer, and the entire space was filled with dead silence and falling ashes.

There was even the smell of sulfur that filled the entire nasal cavity.

It cannot be said to be exactly the same as the imagined underworld, but it can also be said that it is almost the same.

And among the ashes falling all over the sky, a policewoman in uniform seemed to have just regained consciousness. She was standing on the spot, looking around with a blank look on her face, as if she didn't quite understand why she was here.

at this time.

The policewoman heard the noise coming from behind and turned around to look, only to see Booker in a suit and leather shoes walking out of the fog behind her. She then subconsciously prepared to pull out the gun on her waist.

but……

The policewoman touched an empty space, her expression was stunned for a moment, and then she seemed to have thought of something.

Booker saw this and went straight to the point: "You are dead."

The policewoman came back to her senses and looked at the New York Police Department badge that Booker took out after he finished speaking. She recalled the scene before her death and looked at Booker: "You..."

Booker looked at the inquiring expression on the policewoman's face: "I'm in charge of your case, you can call me Booker."

"I know you."

"Oh."

"You and I were trained in the same period."

"……Feel sorry."

"fine."

The policewoman smiled and looked around: "Then this is..."

"A way station for death."

Booker told a white lie, then looked at the policewoman: "I found a psychic. If you don't mind, can you tell me your memories before you died?"

Psychics are very popular in the Federation.

Just like Feng Shui, there is also a very popular market in Dongguo.

Tiekai Wraith's desperate situation of reincarnation can't keep his soul. At least, he can't keep his soul until Booker completes his mission of occupying hell.

Once the policewoman does not go to hell within the stipulated time, then if she stays for a long time, she will completely GG, or become an evil spirit.

The policewoman opened her mouth, and then seemed to think of something: "Of course, but maybe I can't help you because I don't have any impression at all."

"rest assured!"

Booker looked at the policewoman who was the same age as him and was trained at the same time as him and nodded: "I guarantee that the person who killed you will kneel in front of you and beg for your forgiveness when he goes to hell. No, I will prevent him from even having the chance to go to hell to repent.”

Again.

Criminals who kill police officers do not have any human rights. At least, this is the view of countless police officers in New York City and even the entire federal government.

Booker is also a member of the police department, so naturally he is no exception.

talking.

Booker looked at the policewoman who closed her eyes, and slowly closed her own eyes.

next second.

The memory of the policewoman's death suddenly flooded into Booker's mind.

This is the reincarnation netherworld space of the iron-armored soul. Here, the soul has no secrets for Booker.

Not even if the soul doesn’t want to.

but……

As a price, if the soul is not willing, then after forced extraction, the soul will be completely reduced to ashes and become part of the countless ashes in this reincarnation of the netherworld.

However, if the policewoman is willing, then it won’t be a problem. At the very least, without delay, the soul of the policewoman can still go to hell to report. If you are lucky, you can go to purgatory and maybe go to heaven. maybe.

In an instant.

rainy night.

patrol.

shooting.

Fell to the ground.

The scenes of the policewoman's death flashed through Booker's mind one by one like a carousel.

moment.

These countless slide-like pictures were spliced ​​into a complete fragment.

soon.

When Booker opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth were already slightly raised.

caught you!

And the policewoman who was still standing there has disappeared.

at this time.

Booker opened his eyes again, returned to the alley, and saw George standing in front of him, looking at him with a look of concern and anxiety.

"……what?"

"..."

George looked at Booker who suddenly came to his senses and was stunned for a moment. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and laughed angrily: "What are you doing? You've been standing here for almost three hours. Why are you asking me?"

has it been this long?

Booker listened to these words and thought in his heart. He looked up and saw that the sun had already risen from the east.

Is the speed of time in the desperate situation of reincarnation different from that outside?

Booker thought to himself, and then said with a sigh: "I'm too sleepy, too lazy to go back to the station or go home, so I just took a nap here."

George rolled his eyes fiercely: "Do you like to sleep standing up?"

“Don’t horses also sleep standing up?”

"Are you a horse?"

"My horse!"

"Belongs to..."

Booker directly pulled away from George, who wanted to continue to argue about why he could sleep standing up for four hours. He stretched on the spot and asked: "Has the ballistics report been released?"

"Out."

"Parabellum nine-millimeter bullet?"

"Ah."

George nodded, then reacted and looked at Booker: "The forensics department just called the ballistic data half an hour ago. How did you know?"

Booker shrugged: "Men's intuition!"

George: "..."

He has the magical headshot skill of Piltover policewoman Catherine, and as an add-on to this magical skill, let's put it this way, Booker can subconsciously know just by listening to the sound of gunshots or the sound of bullets breaking through the air. , what model is this bullet?

only……

After Booker obtained the bullet model confirmed by George, the death memory of the policewoman once again entered his mind.

The policewoman said there was nothing she could do to help.

This is a lie.

Because human memory and soul memory are two different things.

The policewoman herself may not have seen the murderer.

but……

Her soul has already seen it, but the policewoman herself doesn't know it.

In a dark alley, the policewoman was about to cross the alley and go from Brick Street to Edson Street to find a 24-hour coffee shop to sit for a while. After walking into the alley, suddenly, a man wearing black clothes and The man in the black hood rushed out from the corner where he had been hiding with a whoosh, and then a bullet silently pierced the sky. Then, with a bang, the woman didn't even have a chance to survive. The policeman stayed and was immediately killed.

Booker opened his eyes, and then looked towards the corner where the murderer was hiding.

George next to him seemed to be used to Booker's nagging look. He shook his head and said directly: "Tell me, have you found any useful clues?"

Booker came back to his senses and looked at George.

next second.

……