Given that the situation is a bit chaotic, let's sort out the current situation a little.

When I returned to the lobby on the first floor of the Security Bureau, I was attacked from behind by an "old man with a bit of a familiar eye", whose true identity I had already identified when I smashed his suitcase. It was on the evening of the first day of my acquittal that I met, and now he is a "corpse collector" in the logistics department of the Security Service who works for the disposal of corpses.

I don't know why the corpse collector attacked me, but when I saw one of the contents burst out of the suitcase, his motives and purpose had become insignificant.

The contents of the object, soaked in the pale yellow liquid of the glass case, were pale severed hands...... Even if it's just one hand, I'm enough to tell in an instant that it's "it's" hand!

For a moment, I had the feeling that I hadn't felt for a long time, as if my mind had been split in half by something, half of which was my normal and awake self, and the other half was my brain boiling chaotically, crazy and erosive to the point that even I couldn't predict what I would do. I couldn't stop the latter from doing anything, and I even felt like I was going to be swallowed up by the latter again.

Is this muddy and hot dark feeling from my own heart, or from the so-called hypnosis and brainwashing? I don't understand, I can't understand anyway. How long will I be punished for such confusion and pain? When will I be freed from this suffering?

Guide me, embrace me, and continue to mess with my brain with your slimy, cold flesh. As always, as if I had violated your flesh, invade my dignity and spirit as much as you want.

Without hesitation, I stretched out my hand to the glass box that was spinning in the air, but at the moment when my fingertips were about to touch the target, an extremely strange aura suddenly appeared near me and the old man; At the same time, the owner of this breath grabbed the glass box first.

As soon as he succeeded, the man suddenly disappeared into place, appearing twenty paces away.

It was a man in his mid-thirties, dressed in a white suit, with a researcher-like calmness and insight on his face, a glass box in his left hand, no weapon in his right hand, and no sense of a warrior in his standing posture or movements.

Without thinking, I followed the intense desires and impulses that rushed towards him. At the same time, another normally sober self living in my heart has already come to a rational conclusion with the awareness of the enhanced amplification through the siren's blade - I am no match for him.

Although he did not look like a warrior, he must have been extremely powerful, and I sensed in him an overwhelming danger as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff and looking down.

Although there is no unified level standard such as first, second, and third levels in the world of warlocks, even the seemingly disparity in strength cannot determine all the victories and defeats, and many times the weak have the opportunity to reverse the tables in the battle with the strong as long as they plan well; However, this guy in front of him is different, there is a dimensional gap between him and other warlocks, and he is definitely an unusually high-ranking character in the warlock system.

Not only the current me, but even in the heyday of being a demon, I must not be this person's opponent.

This reminds me of the feeling I felt when I faced that "column shortage".

Why did a warlock of this level suddenly appear here - I didn't even have the time to think about such a thing, my body had already acted before my own thoughts. The distance of twenty paces seemed to be reduced to a one-step difference, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed over, and the siren's blade aimed at his face and slashed down with all his might.

The man in white looked at me unchanged and stretched out his right hand, as if he wanted to block my killer blow directly with his hand.

However, just as his palm was about to make contact with my axe, his face suddenly changed slightly, and his body suddenly disappeared in place again, reappearing in the distance.

This is not something that can be explained by sheer speed. If he was so fast that I couldn't even pick up the slightest trace of my senses, then he must have broken through the sound barrier. But the truth is that there is not even much air flow. Could this be a spatial shift?

"True Spirit Power?" He glanced at the Siren's Blade with fear.

Could it be that he was afraid of being attacked by the Siren's Blade? Realizing this, it is even more unlikely that I will retreat and attack again.

On the other side, the bluebird, who noticed the situation here, seemed to be about to make a move.

But at this moment, a new shocking change occurred. Just as the man in white had finished speaking, and as soon as I had just taken a step, a thunderous burst exploded from afar, "—White Horse! ”

What happened after that, I could only combine the time in front of me and my own imagination to complete it.

At the same time as the explosion of the drink, a purple thunderbolt shattered the walls of the lobby from the deeper depths of the Security Bureau, and the thunder instantly approached the man in white, turning into the interrogator he had ever seen. I saw that he was holding a big sword, and he smashed it at the man in white, but he was dodged by the spell that seemed to be spatial transfer before. The greatsword slammed into the floor, and suddenly there was a violent vibration in the lobby on the first floor of the Security Bureau, bursting open with a loud bang that spanned the walls at both ends.

In fact, the images I saw were not in such a clear order at all. Purple thunder, the sudden appearance of the inquisitor, the vanishing man in white, the great sword, the vibration, the loud noise, the ravine...... It's not an exaggeration to say that these things are happening at the same time, in my perception, it happened too quickly.

The man in white reappeared in the distance, but he didn't even look at the interrogator, but looked directly at me.

"You are the demon Li Duo, you actually accepted the power of this kind of thing......" His mechanical and cold demeanor actually appeared in the color of emotion, specifically, a complex expression mixed with sympathy, he raised the glass box in his hand, "You don't know what important things you have exchanged for, and signing a contract with a demon is ten thousand times stronger than the magic power of this monster." Your soul will never escape its spell, and what awaits you in the future will be never-ending loneliness and pain. ”

His alarmist content, as well as his sworn tone, were extremely incomprehensible to me.

But now is not the time to listen to that.

Any question can be left for later, and the priority is to grab that hand. Although I still can't imagine how I can defeat him, and I know that what I'm doing at the moment is unusually impulsive and unscrupulous, I'm not the kind of reason that can control me now. I watched as I was swept up in the most familiar madness and ran towards him.

And after he finished speaking, he stopped staying, and disappeared from the lobby on the first floor of the Security Bureau with what was probably a spatial movement spell.

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After the man in white left, I was surrounded by the security bureau law enforcement warlocks.

It's no wonder they have such a nervous reaction, in their opinion, although the rest of the matter is confusing, the fact that I, a psychopathic murderer, attacked the corpse collector in the security bureau is quite clear. At this time, I finally managed to calm down and didn't rashly go out to chase the man in white. Moreover, from the way of moving like a spatial shift, it is impossible to figure out in which direction he is leaving.

Without hesitation, the Blue Bird stood in front of me, confronting the other law enforcement warlocks and then looking at the inquisitor in the distance.

The inquisitor seemed to be silently pondering something, and after a moment, he threw his broadsword above his head. The great sword exploded in the air into countless tiny thunderbolts scattered and destroyed, and he walked towards us.

"Teacher." Bluebird shouted.

The inquisitor first glanced at the corpse collector, who was standing nervously beside him.

He looked at the blue bird again, "What's going on?" ”

Bluebird recounted his previous experience in detail. Although she didn't notice the corpse collector sneaking up on me in the back, she did witness the glass box running out of the corpse collector's scattered suitcase, and the severed hand in the glass box. As she spoke, the body of the corpse collector trembled, and the inquisitor looked over from time to time.

Next, the interrogator asked me about the reason for the attack on the corpse collector, and I told the truth. Hearing this, the blue bird glared at the corpse collector.

"Collector, is that so?" Finally, the inquisitor looked at the corpse collector again.

The latter hung his head and did not dare to say anything.

"Okay, there's a lot of people here, let's change places." The interrogator nodded, and then faced the blue bird, "Aren't you going to take Li Duo for a physical examination?" Let's go and get the medical examination done first. ”

I really wanted to know why the corpse collector had "it" severed hand, and why the man in white snatched that hand. But looking at this situation, I will either know the result of the interrogation through the blue bird later, or I will try to kidnap the corpse collector and torture it privately, and now I can only stop fighting.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for me to have the opportunity to know firsthand.

Thirty minutes later, I had a medical examination accompanied by a blue bird, and this time someone came to inform us that the interrogator was going to invite us to the interrogation room.

When we reached the interrogation room, I found that there were several other people here, the inquisitor himself and the corpse collector sitting in the iron chair, as well as Qiao Licorice and two other white-clad housekeepers.

"Why is the demon Li Duo here......

"I heard that he regained his strength and took out the Siren Blade......"

"Quiet." The inquisitor interrupted the whispers of the two housekeepers.

When Qiao Licorice saw me coming in, he hesitated, walked over and whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused.

"I should have told you about the corpse collector earlier...... she sighed, "but I didn't expect him to give up yet, and this matter actually had something to do with that white horse......

White Horse ...... I read this name in my mind, and it was also used by the inquisitor to call the man in white before.

And even earlier, the bluebird also mentioned this name.

The White Pony the Spiriter, or the White Pony the Grand Karcist.

A warlock at the apex of the Warlock system, one of them.

In that case, it's not surprising that I feel like I can't overcome no matter what.

It seems that even he is a little afraid of the Siren Blade, is it because the Siren Blade can neutralize the immortal body of the Manifest Warlock? However, even though the Siren's Blade possessed mysterious powers that could actually kill him, he couldn't expect it to come in handy with such a huge disparity in strength. If it hadn't been for the inquisitor's strong entry in the middle of the process, I might have died at the hands of the white horse.

I recalled the alarmist words that Hakukoma had said to me at the end, as well as the "True Spirit Power" he had mentioned earlier.

He seems to have some secrets about "it", and the reason why he snatched that hand is most likely based on those secrets.

True Spirit Power - What Does That Mean? Is it the Siren's Blade?

I put this question aside for a moment and asked Qiao Licorice again, "Did you know what the corpse collector had planned?" ”

"No, I'm just ......," she shook her head, "anyway, you should know right away." ”

Since she said so, I stopped asking questions and focused on the corpse collector.

The interrogator looked at me, "Originally, outsiders are not suitable to appear on this occasion, but this matter involves Bai Ju, a super criminal who has been absconding for many years, and I hope to be able to have more strength." The reason why you are summoned is because the matter may be related to you. If you have any questions later, you can just ask. ”

"Okay." I nodded.

"So......" he said, looking at the corpse collector again, "you're willing to say it now." Let's start with that hand, if Li Duo didn't admit his mistake...... No, he couldn't have mistaken the Siren's hand. Why did Kraken's hand end up in your suitcase? In your report on the disposal of the corpse, you have all incinerated the body of the Kraken to ashes, and the ashes have been disposed of, haven't they? ”

"I can prove it." "I saw him incinerate the body of the Siren, so I shouldn't have a hand left." ”

"You saw it with your own eyes?" Blue Bird said unexpectedly, "You're not in the department in charge of handling the remains of monsters, why did you go to confirm the incineration scene of the kraken's remains?" ”

Joe Licorice was silent for a moment, and then said, "Because ...... Prior to this, I had witnessed his attempt to transfer the Kraken's body outside the Security Service. Although I stopped him at the time, in order to prevent him from committing it again, I supervised him on the spot to incinerate the body. ”

The inquisitor looked at her," continued. ”

Joe Licorice began to tell about her own experience.

On the eve of my acquittal, Joe Licorice stayed in the Security Bureau to work overtime on my psychoanalysis report, and she reported that she was a little sleepy, so she walked outside the office. By that time, most of the security bureau had already left work, and the lobby on the first floor was empty, and she planned to go back after a short walk there. And just as she was going back, she noticed a sneaky figure coming out of the corridor on the other side.

The figure was the corpse collector.

Quietly, he pushed the cart carrying the body bag in the direction of the exit of the Security Bureau.