Early morning.

A long cordon has been set up at 88 Silver Avenue.

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 on the scene, and the words on the wall, all revealed his suspicion of smuggling and espionage, and with his death, a huge wave was formed, which could not be hidden, so that some people who had dealings with Claude secretly gritted their teeth with hatred, but they were helpless.

Johnson is a police officer in his forties with a rich career that has exposed him to all kinds of bizarre cases and dealt with some of the most tricky monsters of the night.

But at this time, squatting in the study, looking at the human figure drawn with white lines on the ground, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

The bodyguards guarding outside the villa swore that they didn't even let a fly in, and although the words of those bodyguards were not so reliable, after investigation, they did...... The murderer should have landed directly on the balcony, he would have flew? ”

Johnson muttered, "And...... Judging by the short time it takes to resolve the battle, the opponent is a ruthless and cold killing machine, and both strikes are fatal with one hit, clean and decisive...... Partners in justice? ”

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

Therefore, he chose to report it as soon as possible.

"A very powerful individual, a case of suspected espionage, I'm afraid it's enough for the Kingdom investigators to take action, right?"

Johnson was silent.

The thought of those guys made him shudder uncomfortably.

Although in many stories, the investigators are tall, handsome, and handsome, but in fact he knows very well that they are a group of poor worms who are always lonely and dangerous, and they may be driven crazy at any time.

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

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

"Let's hope this is resolved......"

The death of Claude has brought a lot of pressure to Johnson, and the pressure from all sides is completely imaginable.

"Chief, the investigators are here."

At this moment, a police officer pushed the door open and entered, followed by a man in a black trench coat.

The man was about thirty years old, with thin cheeks, red eyes, heavy dark circles, and a dirty hat on his head, and he seemed to have not slept well for a long time, and at this time he relied on the cigarette in his mouth to refresh himself.

This is the scene of the crime, no smoking!

Johnson's words had already reached his lips, but he still swallowed wisely, and stepped forward and said: "Your Excellency Investigator, I am local police officer Johnson, and I am now transferring to you everything about this case......"

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

The investigator casually reported a code name, as if his eyes were about to fall asleep at any time, and finally had some energy: "Where is the body?" ”

"Transported back to the police station and awaiting autopsy ......"

"Stupid behavior ......"

The vulture walked around the room and commented lightly: "Removing the corpse may have left a lot of precious clues...... Some methods of evidence collection require the body to be present at the first scene......"

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

"I've seen ......"

The vulture whistled: "Judging from the scene alone, the 'righteous partner' we are going to capture is a flying monster, or a person who is proficient in martial arts and wears a flying colony!" ”

"Flying Colony?"

Johnson exclaimed.

"Isn't that weird? I'm weird too...... How could a flying colony that was only configured by the Kingdom's secret troops be in the outside world? ”

The vulture smiled, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth: "I thought it was just a spy case...... Now, it's getting more and more interesting, and I want to meet the corpses and ask them a few questions. ”

These words made Johnson shudder.

……

Police station.

Morgue.

A smell of formalin lingered around, mixed with a faint stench, making ordinary people nauseous as soon as they entered.

The vulture pressed his hat and pulled open the body bag without the slightest feeling, seeing Claude, whose head was twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, and Rand, whose Adam's apple was shattered.

"Two gentlemen...... I hope that your spirit has not yet dissipated and will answer me a few questions. ”

The vulture looked at Johnson, who was waiting solemnly next to him: "Mr. police officer, can you please go out first, my friends are a little shy, and there are many people who may not be willing to come out." ”

"Good...... Good. ”

Johnson felt some sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly walked out with the other officers.

"Boss...... Is that the Kingdom Investigator? ”

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

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

in the room.

The vulture had already taken out a couple of glass bottles, as well as a small candle.

"Psychic Candles, made from ghoul oil, summon the spirits of the dead, ...... before the candle burns out"

He lit the candle and muttered to himself as he looked at the dark flame on it.

Immediately, the vulture took out another vial, raised its neck, and poured the potion into its throat: "The Elixir of the Dead can make ordinary people see the undead and communicate with them......"

At this moment, the surrounding body bags suddenly moved, as if the corpses inside were coming to life, constantly struggling.

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

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

But the next moment, his face changed suddenly.

Because that candle, as if poured with gasoline, burned violently, forming a huge torch, bright and blind, and burned out in a matter of seconds!

And the two corpses, but still did not move at all.

On the contrary, the dead corpses around him seemed to be stimulated by something, and a half-rotten creature had already torn the body bag and transformed into a 'walking corpse', grinning at the vulture.

"Their Spirit...... Already 'processed'? ”

The vulture whispered to himself in horror, "Righteous partner...... 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 as they were about to rush in, the door was opened, and the vulture came out covered in blood and tired: "I need to clean up inside......"

Johnson and a few young men looked into the door, their faces suddenly turned a little pale, and the police officer who had just questioned couldn't help but cover their mouths and ran to the side and vomited wildly.

That's a slaughterhouse at all!