Transcendent Dawn

early morning.

No. 88 Baiyin Avenue has been surrounded by a long cordon.

After all, Claude is a well-known rich man in Baixi, and his murder is not a trivial matter.

What's more, many documents scattered at the scene, as well as the writing on the wall, revealed his suspicion of smuggling and espionage. With his death, there was a huge commotion, which could not be hidden, and some people with Claude People who have socialized secretly gritted their teeth with hatred, but there was nothing they could do.

Johnson is a police officer in his forties. His rich career has brought him into contact with various bizarre cases and dealt with some difficult night monsters.

But at this time, squatting in the study, looking at the human figure drawn by the white line on the ground, his expression was unprecedentedly dignified.

The bodyguards guarding outside the villa swore that they didn't even let a fly in. Although the words of those bodyguards are not so reliable, after investigation, it is true... The murderer should have landed directly on the balcony. Can he fly?

Johnson muttered to himself: And... Judging from the short-term settlement of the battle, the opponent is a ruthless and cold killing machine. Both shots are fatal with one blow, clean and decisive... a partner of justice?

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

Therefore, he immediately chose to report.

A very powerful individual, a suspected espionage case, is probably enough for the kingdom investigators to take action?

Johnson was silent.

Thinking of those guys made him shiver uncomfortably.

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

There are not a few investigators who are reimbursed for various reasons every year.

They are the hidden front of the kingdom, the true guardians, but they are also human with limitations.

I hope this can be resolved...

Claude's death has brought a lot of pressure on Johnson, and the pressure from all aspects is completely conceivable.

Boss, the investigator is here.

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

This man is about thirty years old, with thin cheeks, red eyes, thick dark circles, and a dirty hat on his head. It seems that he hasn't slept well for a long time, and he is relying on the cigarette in his mouth at this time refreshing.

This is a crime scene, no smoking!

Johnson's sentence was already on his lips, but he still swallowed it wisely, stepped forward and said: Your Excellency Investigator, I am the local police officer Johnson, and now I will pass on everything about this case to you...

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

The investigator gave a random code name, and the eyes that seemed to be falling asleep at any time finally regained some energy: Where is the corpse?

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

Stupid behavior...

The vulture walked around the room and commented lightly: Moving the corpse away may leave behind many precious clues... Some methods of evidence collection require the corpse to be with the first scene...

I believe in the professionalism of my subordinates. Johnson replied meticulously: Please follow me to the balcony, where the murderer first landed...

I've already seen...

The vulture whistled: Just judging from the scene, the 'partner of justice' we want to capture is a monster that can fly, or someone who is proficient in fighting and wears a flying suit!

Flying outfit?

Johnson exclaimed.

Isn't it strange? I'm also very strange... How could the flight colony equipment that is only equipped by the kingdom's secret troops be left in the outside world?

Vulture smiled, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth: At first I thought it was just a spy case... Now, it's getting more and more interesting. I want to meet the corpses and ask them a few questions.

this word,

Johnson suddenly shuddered.

...

police station.

morgue.

A smell of formalin lingers around, mixed with a faint stench, making ordinary people sick as soon as they enter.

The vulture pressed his hat, and opened the body bag without any feeling, and saw Claude whose head was turned 180 degrees, and Rand with a broken Adam's apple.

Two gentlemen... I hope your spirit has not dissipated, and you can answer a few questions for me.

Vulture looked at Johnson, who was waiting solemnly beside him: Mr. police officer, can you please go out first, my friends are a little shy, and there are so many people that they may not be willing to come out.

Okay...okay.

Johnson felt some sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly led the other police officers out.

Boss...is that the Kingdom Investigator?

A guy in his twenties asked, Can he really talk to dead people?

Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to...unless you want to go to a special court! Johnson reprimanded with a straight face, honestly doing the job of the doorman.

inside the room.

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

Spiritual candles, made with the corpse oil of ghouls, can summon the undead of the dead, before the candle burns out...

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

Immediately, the vulture took out another vial, raised his neck, and poured the potion inside into his throat: The potion of deathrattle can allow ordinary people to see the dead and communicate with them...

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

Sorry... Ladies and gentlemen, I am not looking for you.

Seeing this, the blackness in Vulture's eyes became deeper, and he took off his hat and saluted around.

But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.

Because that piece of candle, as if poured with gasoline, burned violently, forming a huge torch, bright and dazzling, and burned out in just a few seconds!

But the two corpses still didn't move at all.

On the contrary, the dead bodies around seemed to have been stimulated by something. A half-rotten guy had already torn off his body bag and transformed into a 'walking corpse', grinning at the vulture.

Their spirits...have been 'processed'?

The vulture muttered to himself in shock: The partner of justice... who the hell is it?

...

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

Just when they couldn't help rushing in, the door was pulled open, and the vulture came out with a bloody face and a tired face: The inside needs to be tidied up...

Johnson and a few boys looked in the door, and their faces turned pale immediately. The policeman who was questioning just now couldn't help but covered his mouth and ran to the side to vomit wildly.

That is simply a slaughterhouse!