Christine Cotton, the power of our Lord is not confined to earth or hell.

By reverently reciting His name, we can restore the order of suffering and become omnipotent.

Omnipotent!

"Hmm—" Christine shook her head violently, the pen in her hand falling onto the desk filled with the runes of the "Torture Pillar", and the pale figure with nails left between the retina.

"What's the matter, Christine..."Dean on the roof noticed the movement and immediately climbed through the window into the bedroom,

"I saw the High Priest Nailhead when I was practicing the runes," Christine described the dream with a puzzled face, "and he said something strange to me, as if he was trying to induce me..."

Dean mused, "If you're feeling uncomfortable or in danger, stop the experiment." ”

Christine yawned and looked out the window with her chin propped up, it was late at night, and the stars and moon were almost asleep, "I'm not that fragile, I want to try a few more days." By the way, how did you get in through the window, on the roof? ”

Dean nodded calmly, after a few hours of stargazing just now, he finally recorded the second star rune, most of the details of the rune armor, and he should be able to remember it completely after tomorrow night.

As far as the information we know so far, it is not an offensive rune such as runes and arrows, but rather a support and defense, which can build a starlight force field to increase the protection of armor, improve the toughness of weapons, and is no longer a one-time consumable, and can exist permanently after being engraved until the carrier is completely scrapped.

It is worth mentioning that Dean had also tried to teach Lena, Jane and other companions to draw star runes in the past, but they did not have the skills of the phantom snake "Sea of Stars", and they couldn't copy it according to the complete rune trace, just like ordinary people couldn't draw the charm of a master's painting no matter how hard they tried.

The hard work of engraving the star runes still has to be done by Dean himself.

Thinking like this, there was a sudden plop, and three black shadows like Santa Claus with huge cloth bags on their backs flashed out of the window and jumped into the bedroom.

Whoa...

The bag opened, thousands of folders rolled down to the ground like waves, covering the entire floor, and Sean clapped his hands, "All the documents we can find from people in Calgary with medical backgrounds are here." ”

"Then why are you still stunned?" Dean made a casual move, and a document was suspended in the air and disintegrated into dozens of pages of character information tables recording headshots and addresses, "Hurry up and find it together!" ”

……

In the sound of flipping through the book.

As daylight grew, the crowd dug out some of the profiles that matched the size of the serial killer's buttonhole by 10 a.m., and the progress of "Eastside Nightmare" jumped to 35 percent.

Dean looked at Monica and Peter, whose eyes were red and sleepy, "The sun is out, you guys should rest first." ”

When the two vampires heard this, they sat down in the corner of the wall, covered their heads with blankets, and fell asleep silently.

"As for Sean and Christine, continue to look through the information, and I'll first confirm the suspicion of the target I've found."

"The targets are scattered in hospitals, schools, clinics... Six locations," Sean shook his head, "it's a waste of time for you to go alone, I'll be with you." ”

"I'm going to help too?" Christine raised her hand expectantly,

"I can do it in a few hours, but it's inconvenient to take you with me." Dean couldn't help but make arrangements, put away the information, and pulled out the first one in the line, "Sifivo Kaplan, Petlochet Medical Center, Chief Physician..."

He closed his eyes and activated the dark domain of his mind, and the soul projection radiated a brilliant color like the aurora, and traced a faint white line in the black domain to an office, where a handsome white doctor wearing gold wire glasses sat at the desk.

"Targeting."

Di An'an is certain.

The soul projection released spiritual power into the space behind the white coat, gradually condensing a swirling, pale golden dot.

"That's the spiritual imprint."

Dean used to have a mental and mental 25 points ago, and the dark domain of his mind could only be used to search and observe targets, and he could not make any physical contact or communication.

After the spiritual will reaches 25 points, the Black Domain can not only search for targets remotely, but also talk to them, make physical contact, and even attack and assassinate.

Now that the spirit has broken through 30 points, the will is 29.1, and the black domain has also been upgraded with the perspective of God, Dean has been able to lock the target location through the black domain→ imprint the soul projection→ and teleport to the past with the main body activation skill.

Form a combination of "Brain Black Domain + Skills" superpower, referred to as "Black Domain Teleportation". ”

It also means that Dean only needs to know part of the target's appearance and identity information, and he can teleport to the other party from a distance of tens of millions of miles, instead of having to use the spatial positioning beads created by bones in advance to locate as before.

However, this combined superpower also has flaws and limitations, and it cannot make its mark on Leviathan Hell, Midian, and other places like other worlds, and places where mysterious forces are blocked, and therefore cannot be teleported instantly.

In addition, the consumption is expensive, and Dean can't use it a few times in a row to step into level 6.

……

When the mental imprint is stable.

Dean pulled open a spatial node in front of him with his right hand, and the whole person stepped over.

Roam... Through the Void.

He ghostly landed silently behind an office physician looking through medical cases.

Dead Realm!

A black light flashed in Dean's pupils, and the field attached to the level 6 shot opened up.

The doctor's eyes were closed, and he fell forward in his seat, as unconscious as a vegetative person.

Dean wiped his index finger to remove a drop of blood from his neck and started licking the memory... His eyes rolled, at first a little disappointed, and then quickly became weird.

With the upgrade of mimicry skills and the licking memory enhancement attached to the simulated snake demon, he can obtain more and more detailed memories from his blood, and can almost see most of a person's life and all the secrets hidden.

"Dr. Sifievo Kaplan, who is a skilled doctor, very patient with his patients, has a good reputation, and is not a serial killer in the East End... But in fact, he is a big carrot, he has a beautiful wife at home, and he is not satisfied with all the dozen or so nurses in the department..."

"Are doctors and nurses so romantic?"

Dean was also not interested in criticizing the guy's morality, and turned to leave the office, maintaining a dead silence and searching through every ward.

The field covers a radius of half a mile, easily enveloping the entire hospital building, and with the perspective of God that also reaches half a kilometer after the upgrade.

Dean only needed to lock his mind, and the medical staff and patients lost consciousness and fell asleep in an instant.

This bustling hospital with thousands of people, the place where Dean passed was as quiet as a cemetery.

Dean swaggered and checked the other two target doctors and ruled out suspicions.

Since he came, it was not easy to return empty-handed, so he checked all the hundreds of patients in the hospital.

In addition to ordinary and minor diseases, he used the disease box to cure several terminally ill patients with "pancreatic cancer" and "leukemia".

Visiting the entire medical center, before he knew it, he was absorbed into several rare diseases such as "Moubys syndrome" and "porphyria", which he had never seen before.

Sickness Box lv1 (20→40/200).

"Next it's Bririm Aloma's turn, Ph.D. candidate in the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Calgary..."

Dean stood in the center of the empty building of the hospital, turning on the "Black Domain Teleportation" again. ”

……

The morning was busy until sunset.

Dean took dozens of suspect files from Sean and Christine, went to hospitals and clinics everywhere, verified them, and absorbed a lot of diseases by the way, the box of illness lv1 (40→60/200).

A very bad conclusion was drawn.

Dean looked at Monica, who had just woken up from the day's slumber, stretching her waist to show her full curves,

"Although some people messed with the relationship between men and women, and there were also several doctors who molested patients after anesthesia, they were not the murderers of the serial murder in the Eastern District."

"So all the targets have been ruled out," Monica picked up a random copy from the data all over the floor, "Is there a fish that slipped through the net?" ”

Sean's face turned ugly.

"It could also be that I misjudged that the killer did not have an obvious medical background." Dean looked at everyone with some regret, and after a day of investigation, the progress of the incident was only forty percent, "Now I can only take a stupid way to search along the unchecked community in the eastern district... Sean, you go to Red Maple Avenue. ”

"Peter and Monica go to the Crown District..."

"Christine, follow me to the old street..."

The group looked at each other and left the villa in three waves.

Dean and Christine rode the dry night breeze to the empty and dim old street, and just instructed the shallow beach to take the rat companion to continue searching for the buttonhole killer, when he heard a rapid whistle on the road, and turned his head, a drunken man swayed in the middle of the road like cotton, and a large truck was approaching, and he was about to be crushed into a meatloaf.

Dean rolled up his mind and swept the man to the maple tree next to him and sat down, stretched out his hand and patted his slightly red face, and looked carefully, the other party had a dense and fluffy brown hair that covered the back of the neck, and there was a trace of wildness hidden in the rough facial features, and he was tall, with wide shoulders and a black leather coat held up high, looking very stylish... Dressed up in the 80s.

The light of life is richer than the average person, but it is in the normal range.

"Wake up, sir?"

"Hmm... I—Where am I? The man trembled, his misty eyes regained clarity, and he hurriedly wiped the shiny cold sweat on his face,

Dean and Christine looked at each other and smiled, "Forget, you just drank too much and wandered around the road, and you almost didn't get hit by a car,"

"Drinking? No, I never drink—" The man propped himself up, and shook Dean's hand with his big strong hand, "Anyway, man, thanks for your help, I'm Aaron Boone." ”

"Mr. Boone, why don't you take you to the hospital?" Christine next to her said out of kindness,

Boone shook his head, "No, I just got back from the hospital." Took a little tranquilizer, well, maybe overdosed. ”

Dean walked around the hospital for most of the day, and couldn't help but have a subtle intuition when he heard the words, "Your symptoms don't look like the effects of sedative drugs, can you take the liberty of asking, which doctor are you going to?" ”

Boone stared at Dean's swirling eyes, his expression was in a trance for a moment, and then his pupils contracted as if he had been pricked by a needle, and a strange horror flashed on his face, "Dude, this involves personal privacy, please forgive me for not being able to answer, well, it's getting late, I have to hurry home to accompany my girlfriend, so as not to worry her." ”

With that, Boone struck down the east side into the dark neighborhood.

"This guy seems to have a problem, it can't be that he has taken too many drugs, right?" Christine's eyes glowed as she looked at Boone's distant back,

"He did take too much of a certain drug, and he had to be tested." Dean weighed a pair of orange translucent plastic bottles filled with pills that had just been pulled out of the man's pocket, "Let's go along and have a look." ”

(End of chapter)