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The black men could only stare with their innocent, uncorrupted eyes, saying, "I don't know!"

“Not only can we not be sure about the suspect’s background, but we can’t even be sure if his name is real,” Charles complained with a troubled expression.

“Quinn was the name he used before the incident, but there is no information matching the suspect’s profile in the population registration files of the surrounding Native American tribes.”

Zhu Mingyao seemed completely unsurprised by Charles's complaints.

The federal government does not have a unified household registration system, and each state manages its residents' information in different ways. Coupled with the tens of thousands of illegal immigrants every year, the number of unregistered residents is staggering.

Under these circumstances, the fact that the local police were able to gather information and compile the data in front of them within a few days already demonstrates their competence.

Of course, it could also be because things have blown up and the pressure from above is immense.

After all, no matter how bad the security situation is in the federal government, it's not as bad as that bizarre country in the south, Mexico. The fact that a police station was massacred by a criminal is still a shocking case in this country.

Charles, perhaps sensing the somewhat somber atmosphere, joked with Michelle, "Well, that's why we have to rely on the guidance of the 'Master of Prophecy' to see if she can give us any new clues."

"No problem! I can definitely do it..." The girl with short blonde hair raised her pretty face and reflexively puffed out her chest. Her two plump little white breasts under her sportswear trembled, giving Zhu Mingyao a good look.

However, Michelle's confident demeanor lasted only three seconds. A hand adorned with a thick silver bracelet reached out from the side and gently patted her head, silencing the girl who was about to say the rest of her sentence.

"My dear little angel, you've forgotten another key point of our training—be confident, not arrogant!"

"The spirit world reflects the ocean of information formed in the human world, which is even more vast and profound than the real ocean."

A confident and resolute mind is essential for seeing the truth, while arrogance and pride will lead us astray in a false future.

The owner of the arm was a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties with flaxen hair. She withdrew her hand, rolled up the black cashmere shawl draped over her arm, and said gently:

"Your talent is the best I've ever seen, but that's precisely why you need to train yourself more carefully and use your abilities cautiously—we are not holy angels or prophets after all, and foresight and divination have their limits."

Michelle's face fell immediately, and she pouted and sighed:

"I know, I know, but not everyone in this world can be one of those psychological experts in the training group. I follow their methods and use self-psychological suggestion every day to barely maintain my confidence at all times."

But Aunt Lisa, under these circumstances, you expect me to precisely grasp the psychological boundaries between confidence and arrogance. Don't you think that's far too difficult for a high school girl?

"Haha." The lady, whom the girl called Aunt Lisa, covered her mouth and laughed elegantly twice.

"You're still young, take your time. As long as you keep going steadily, you'll eventually surpass us old guys..."

A hint of envy appeared in her eyes, and she said with a touch of wistfulness:

"Your starting point is the destination that many fortune tellers spend their entire lives pursuing; this is the difference between geniuses and ordinary people..."

"Please don't say that," Michelle said, somewhat embarrassed.

"Even after all the teachings and training from so many of you, my [Future Vision] is still unreliable. Even the few times it was successfully activated, it was the same as before, only showing a few fragmented pieces, which was not very useful at all."

Ms. Lisa shook her head and said seriously:

"That's your subconscious instinct protecting you. You know, Mr. Nietzsche once said that famous philosophical saying: 'When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.'"

This statement applies to us as well. The river of fate is beyond the comprehension of mortals like us. Whether it's a tiny ripple on the surface or a hidden reef beneath the water, it can easily crush our insignificant existence into dust...

Sometimes, not seeing is a good thing; what's more terrifying is seeing things you shouldn't have seen!

Zhu Mingyao leaned back in his seat, quietly watching the fortune teller impart his valuable life experience to his junior.

The young man deeply agreed with Ms. Lisa's words. As a Xuanmen cultivator known for his extensive abilities, although he did not understand divination techniques very well, he still had some understanding of its basic logic and operation.

The classics of Christianity state:

Do not look directly at the Almighty, or many will die!

This is not just empty threats, but a genuine warning.

In the mysterious world, when there is a significant difference in status between two people, the one in higher status can easily cause great harm to the one in lower status, even if the one in higher status has no ill intentions.

Throughout history, there have been numerous examples of people suffering negative consequences after making reckless divinations and seeing things they shouldn't have.

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Chapter 81 Voodoo Sorcerers and Diviners

In particular, those who have not undergone orthodox internal cultivation and meditation, and whose own power is limited, rely solely on their innate talents or exquisite rituals and secret techniques to try to understand the unknown spiritualists and diviners.

To give an analogy, when practitioners of great religions like the Holy Temple and the Mystic Sect perform prophecies and divination, it's like a strong eagle soaring through a storm, trying to see the scenery ahead with its sharp eyes. Even if its feathers are soaked, it doesn't damage its essence.

So, these ordinary fortune tellers are like a fragile flying insect. Although they can fly in the air and look into the distance, let alone a storm, even a little bit of wind, sand or water droplets can severely damage or even kill them.

This is what they mean when they say, "If you're weak enough, danger is everywhere!"

If you're bad enough, you'll be skinned alive just passing by the Three Wolves and the Swamp Frog.

Often, it's not that these people saw something they shouldn't have seen; it's simply that their spirituality and soul essence are too low to handle the enormous amount of information from divination.

However, this young lady's talent is indeed very precious. Before undergoing any training, she possesses clear [future vision]. Such innate supernatural ability is far more valuable than those abilities like controlling fire and water. Zhu Mingyao thought to himself, flipping through the file in his hand.

No wonder the Special Investigations Bureau recruited me to be her bodyguard.

Yes, it's as a bodyguard.

Michelle, this pretty young lady, is innocent and naive, with no ulterior motives. From the information he gleaned during their conversations after getting in the car, along with the attitudes of Agent Charles, fortune teller Lisa, and other members of the entourage, Zhu Mingyao roughly pieced together the true purpose of this trip.

Although the guy who massacred the town's police station was fierce, according to the information, he wasn't actually that strong. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been caught by the local police once. This shows that, at least at this stage, he is not able to withstand firearms.

For superhumans of this level, it is usually sufficient to send one or two skilled fighters, along with a team of well-trained armed personnel, to take them down.

After all, times have changed. The power of a heavy sniper rifle is not much worse than that of an ordinary sword pellet, and high-explosive grenades are not necessarily inferior to palm grenades. As long as you can withstand the opponent's supernatural abilities, low-level superhumans, who are just mortals, will be crippled or killed if they are bombarded by a barrage of long guns and short cannons.

The special investigation team that has been assembled includes himself, a Taoist cultivator, two fortune tellers, one old and one young, and two black brothers from a voodoo cult in the minibus ahead.

A total of five officially recognized transcendent beings with lineages!

Apart from Michelle, who was a complete novice, the other four, including Zhu Mingyao himself, were all at least at the second level according to the federal agency's classification of supernatural powers, which was equivalent to the level of power demonstrated by the suspect.

In addition to the two combat teams accompanying them in the surrounding vehicles, there were a total of sixteen armed agents with experience in fighting superhuman forces and equipped with various special equipment.

Using such a luxurious lineup to hunt down a Level 2 superhuman fugitive is really overkill.

Not to mention, it's said that a large number of local police officers will be present at the scene to assist in the operation.

Even Zhu Mingyao, who always took caution as his guiding principle, initially felt that the official actions were somewhat excessive.

But now, I've finally figured it out. It turns out that the reason why my senior from Hualian asked me to participate in this operation was the same.

The Special Investigation Bureau is also using this opportunity to train promising newcomers!

As a senior fortune teller in the same profession, Ms. Lisa provided guidance to Michelle throughout the process, and also helped her fill in any gaps in her knowledge.

The two black brothers, whose strength attributes were similar to the killer's, were not too afraid of the killer's evil methods and could be used as the main force in the fight.

Meanwhile, he, a Xuanmen cultivator who knew a little about everything, worked alongside the armed agents to protect Michelle, this precious seedling, and adapt to changing circumstances.

I must say, they really thought of everything.

Since that's the case, Zhu Mingyao is happy to relax and enjoy his newfound freedom.

However, I don't know how things are arranged on-site, or if I'll be able to find an opportunity to steal a kill.

After activating [Mind and Spirit Elixir], the causal points stored in my system were almost gone.

We should think of ways to find some new goods to bring in.

Although the target this time was humans, not demons or monsters, since such a bloody crime was committed, in Zhu Mingyao's simple moral view, it was equivalent to automatically giving up human rights.

The boy felt no psychological pressure in dissecting and extracting the essence of such a person, turning it into reward points.

Flipping through the documents in my hand, looking at the photos of the victims, the pale corpses of those innocent young men and women, disemboweled, are enough to pierce the conscience of any person with normal values.

Hmph! You're the grandson I'm after, just wait to be thrown into the oil frying pan... no, wait to be turned into reward points!

Charles wiped the sweat from his face again, and finally took off his heavy black suit.

He glanced at the dossier in Zhu Mingyao's hand and sighed softly:

"Poor children, may the Holy and Merciful Lord protect their souls until the Kingdom of Heaven."

We also hope we can catch that guy soon.

At this moment, Michelle, who was in front, also came over. She quickly glanced at the photos of the victims, a painful and fearful memory flashing through her mind. Then she turned her head and said seriously:

"Yes, we will. We will definitely catch that demon and let the victims' souls rest in peace."

Zhu Mingyao's heart skipped a beat, and he keenly sensed that the girl in front of him had experienced a sudden and extreme fluctuation in her emotions, as if something was amiss.

This is a derivative ability he gained after mastering the "Heart and Spirit Elixir" chapter of the Yellow Court Classic.

To be precise, it is an additional ability of the supernatural power of "Heart Fire".

【Heart Fire】Specifically burns away the delusions in the hearts of sentient beings, causing those affected to become mentally confused and unable to control themselves; it is an illusory fire of the mind.

Since he possessed this kind of spiritual supernatural power, the boy naturally had a vague sense of the emotions of the people around him.

Of course, this only applies when the other party is extremely close and their emotions are fluctuating greatly. After all, this is just a little trick derived from supernatural powers, not even a proper spell.

Zhu Mingyao didn't want to delve into Michelle's unusual behavior. After all, everyone has their own worries. They had only just met, and trying to pry into her affairs would only annoy her.

His emotional intelligence isn't that low.

A hand reached out from behind and embraced Michelle's slender waist. Ms. Lisa held the young girl tenderly and said:

"Alright, Michelle, stop overthinking. It's almost 11 o'clock, time to sleep. A lady shouldn't stay up late."

"Yes, yes, everyone should rest now. We'll be busy tomorrow morning. I snore, so I'll go to the back so as not to disturb you."

Charles, following Lisa's lead, tactfully picked up his suit jacket and walked towards the back of the car.

This bus has been specially modified, with bulletproof armor hidden on the outside and tables and chairs inside, making its layout almost like a motorhome.

Each set of large, soft seats can be reclined to become a comfortable small bed, and curtains can be drawn from the roof to separate the spaces, creating a feeling similar to a sleeper compartment on a train. The arrangement is very humane, showing the special treatment the Special Investigation Bureau gives to its special advisors.

Zhu Mingyao wasn't particularly particular about this. He had achieved some success in his cultivation, and if conditions were bad, he could meditate all night to get by. But if conditions allowed, he wouldn't deliberately suffer.

He made the bed, pulled out a small blanket prepared in the car, said goodnight to everyone, drew the curtain, set up protective spells, and closed his eyes to take a light nap.

This is a brand new book by a complete new author, so it's not well-written and has many flaws. If you find it boring, I recommend two excellent works in the same genre.

One is "The Mysterious Hunting Ground," and the other is "Scientific Exorcism," a popular American reality TV show.

I'm reading both of them too. Although they're not very popular, the author writes very smoothly, and their writing style is better than mine.

Chapter 82 Voodoo Sorcerers and Diviners (Part 2)