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As night gradually faded and the sky began to lighten, a ray of morning light shone through the car window onto the curtain.

Zhu Mingyao opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and circulated his true energy slightly throughout his body. Only after his blood and energy had been activated did he slowly sit up.

As I parted the curtains, the golden-red sun had already peeked halfway up the horizon, casting a faint glow on the few white clouds in the sky.

It looks like it's going to be a nice day.

As the boy quietly tidied up his folding bed and turned it back into a seat, he turned his gaze toward Agent Charles in the back row.

He had been quietly talking on the phone with someone since earlier. Although he tried his best to keep his voice down, everyone was in the same car and not far apart. The boy also had keen senses due to his cultivation, so he overheard most of what he said.

He glanced at Michelle and Ms. Lisa, who were still asleep, and quietly walked to the back.

Has something changed?

Only after Charles hung up the phone did the boy ask a question.

Charles nodded with a slightly serious expression and said in a low voice:

"Yes, the local police pursuit team found some clues, and the suspect is likely fleeing in the southeast direction."

Southeast?

Zhu Mingyao recalled the federal topographic map he had learned in geography class.

"Isn't that near the Rocky Mountains?"

“It’s not just close; it’s already part of the Rocky Mountains.” Charles blurted out without hesitation, clearly having done his homework and having a thorough understanding of the local situation.

He bent down, took out a bottle of soda from the beverage box under the seat, rinsed his mouth with it, got rid of the strange taste that had been lingering in his mouth all night, and swallowed it.

"The crime scene is located in the high-altitude hilly area of ​​east-central Arizona, which is already a complex terrain and difficult to search. Now that the suspect is moving towards the Rocky Mountains, it will be even more troublesome if he successfully infiltrates the area."

Given the size and environment inside, our current manpower is probably insufficient.

Charles glanced at the rustling sounds coming from the two ladies' cubicles in front of him and continued.

"So after communicating with them, I asked the state capital, Phoenix, to send an extra team to assist the local police and see if they could stop that guy. We won't stop along the way; we'll speed things up and head straight to the scene."

At this point, Charles nodded apologetically, "Everyone will have to work hard this time. Food and... personal hygiene will have to be taken care of in the car for now."

“No need to be so polite, Mr. Charles. I understand that this is a mission, not a vacation. Everyone has already taken good care of me.”

Michelle's little head peeked out from under her curtain and gave the two people who were talking a playful smile.

"I'm just a wild girl from a high school in a small town, not some delicate princess or pea."

"Hehe, Miss Michelle, of course you are a princess. Every lovely girl is a unique princess. However, you are not the delicate Princess and the Pea, but a princess in military uniform wielding a sharp sword to eradicate evil. Please use your power to help your people!"

Charles's exaggerated teasing made the girl laugh, her beautiful short blonde hair shimmering in the morning sunlight.

The middle-aged agent was quite satisfied with the girl's response. He had raised his voice halfway through his sentence, deliberately speaking so that Michelle could hear.

Having worked in a department like the Special Investigations Bureau for a long time, and with a background in field coordination work that deals with all kinds of superhumans, what kind of people hasn't Charles seen?

He had also led more than one of those arrogant guys who, once they acquired a little special ability, went their own way and refused to listen to orders.

He was a little worried that the girl might be unhappy about urinating or defecating in the car and throw a tantrum, thus delaying the important matter.

However, it seems that this was an overreaction. The person's character appears to be quite good; at least they know how to strictly obey orders.

Since the protagonist is so sensible and perceptive, this mission, which is ostensibly a 'hunt' but is actually a 'training' mission, should go smoothly.

……

The sun gradually rose outside the window, and the convoy accelerated under Charles's direction. Brownish-yellow gravel hills and desert shrubs flashed by on both sides of the road, indicating that the group had entered southeastern Arizona and was approaching their destination.

Finally, around nine o'clock, the convoy entered a small town called Rogner, the location of the police station where the murderers had massacred the victims.

They stopped in the small square in the center of town and got out of the car. The bumpy journey overnight had some effect on Lisa, who was older, especially since she was a fortune teller who did not rely on physical strength.

Michelle helped her up and asked, "Where do we go now?"

Charles raised his mobile phone.

“The local police chief will be here soon. Let’s go to the town police station where the crime occurred and ask the two Mr. Bobs to examine it again.”

Two Black men, one tall and one short, got off another minibus. Upon hearing this, they didn't say anything, but simply stood aside with their arms crossed.

These are the other two extraordinary individuals in this search team—the Bob brothers, voodoo sorcerers.

Bob, the older brother, was around sixty years old. He looked much older than his actual age, probably because he had been immersed in various forms of dark magic filled with negative energy for many years. His back was slightly hunched, and most of his already sparse hair had turned gray.

The younger brother, Bob, was in his prime in his forties. He was tall and burly, with a shiny bald head and a muscular physique that made his oversized denim jacket bulge. Occasionally, one could catch a glimpse of the pale rune tattoos on his throat and the back of his neck, which clearly indicated that he was a close-combat type, like a voodoo warrior.

Seeing the two approaching, Zhu Mingyao subtly moved a few steps away.

It's not that he has any racial prejudice or looks down on his African brothers.

However, the negative energy emanating from the other party, a mixture of gloom and resentment, was like ice and fire incompatible, causing this immortal sorcerer who cultivated the pure and holy magic of the Xuanmen sect to instinctively want to keep his distance from it.

Add to that the strong body odor typical of African Americans, and the combination is truly an unpleasant experience.

Forcing everyone to stay together is a double torment for teenagers, both psychologically and physically.

So when they met last night, Zhu Mingyao slyly turned around and followed Michelle and Ms. Lisa into the same car.

Putting aside the reasons mentioned above, with beautiful and youthful high school girls to look at, who would want to sit with a gloomy middle-aged man and a muscular black man?

The boy's aesthetic sense and sexual orientation are perfectly normal.

Fortunately, the town wasn't very big, and after only three or four minutes of waiting, two police cars drove up from a distance.

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Chapter 83 The Suspicious Scene

The group was led to a corner of the town by a police car.

The police station building, about the size of a tennis court, was surrounded by yellow cordon tape. A group of police officers with frosty faces stood guard with their guns on the side. Several cars were parked nearby, including two large medical vehicles with conspicuous red crosses.

“Hello, Agent Charles, this is Drake, the deputy chief of the Silver City Police Department who has been in contact with you.”

Several policemen came up to greet them. The elderly man in the lead was in his fifties or sixties, with graying temples, thick dark circles under his eyes, and messy stubble, indicating that he hadn't had a proper rest for at least a few days.

After shaking hands with Charles, Drake glanced at the group behind him that perfectly embodied the description of "men, women, young and old," and his expression clearly turned sour, showing a lack of trust in these so-called experts.

However, he must have known some inside information related to superhumans, or he may have received instructions from his superiors beforehand, so no matter what he thought, he still politely explained the situation on the surface.

"The state police have blocked off the major highways in the area, and the Silver City Police Department and the team you sent earlier are searching ahead."

"As you have informed us, the bodies of the fallen officers are still in the car next door, awaiting your... further examination."

Drake paused for a moment, then said in a low voice:

"Please hurry, more than 48 hours have passed since the incident, and even though the mobile medical unit has a simple freezing device, the body has changed somewhat."

"And another thing." He sighed deeply, the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth drooping.

"Please give them as much dignity as possible in their final moments. This is the last thing I, as an incompetent boss, can do for them."

Silver City is the closest small city to here, named after its mining industry. Rogner Town is under its jurisdiction. With such a serious case occurring within its jurisdiction, it's easy to imagine how bad Deputy Director Drake's mood must be right now!

"Please rest assured," Charles said solemnly, "we are simply examining the relevant traces and comparing them with the preliminary autopsy results in the case file. We guarantee that we will not cause any damage to the remains of those individuals!"

Drake nodded with a hint of gratitude, then silently led everyone to the medical vehicle, opened the compartment, pulled out the temporary freezers inside, and began to examine them one by one.

"The six police officers who sacrificed their lives are all here. They are..."

"...Apart from Sheriff Griffin, who died from a gunshot wound to the forehead, the other five people died because...their necks were first broken and their hearts were ripped out."

The damn thing is, the forensic doctor I brought, based on the shape of the wound, initially determined that the murder weapon was…

Drake raised his right hand in front of him, his fingers trembling slightly, his facial muscles contorting as he gritted his teeth and spoke.

"unarmed!"

"That guy ripped their hearts out with his bare hands and ate them!"

This is absolutely outrageous!

He couldn't help but curse.

Drake would certainly find it absurd.

As an old man who had spent half his life working in the police system and had risen to the position of deputy director of a small town, he knew to some extent that there were indeed some forces in the world that were beyond the common sense of ordinary people, and he had also dealt with several so-called psychics and exorcists.

But when this power actually appeared before him, it still severely impacted his worldview.

This isn't one of those ethereal ghosts or anything like that!

He knew exactly how much strength it would take to pierce through flesh, tear open ribs, and pull out a person's heart with bare hands.

And this happened six times in a row—after Sheriff Griffin was shot and killed, his chest was ripped open and his heart was removed.

There were no signs of repeated tearing at the wound, indicating that the killer easily removed the heart with a single blow, as if a farmer had casually picked a ripe tomato from the field.

Skin, connective tissue, ribs—they were practically like air in his hands!

This is not a power that humans should possess!

Looking at the bloody and gruesome death of the corpse, apart from Michelle, a newcomer to the investigation, whose face turned a little pale, the rest of the investigation team were all experienced and were not greatly affected.

Bob, the eldest of the black brothers, looked indifferent, muttering to himself, his eyes flashing with a dark light. He reached out and searched the bodies of the six dead, carefully examining the wounds, seemingly unconcerned about the bloodstains and the faint stench emanating from the corpses.

After a while, he raised his head, meeting the somewhat strange looks from the crowd.

"Their souls have all disappeared."

The soul has disappeared?

Faced with this fantastical topic that was beyond his comprehension, Drake was speechless, unsure whether to respond.

However, the deputy director was overthinking it; those words were never meant for him.

The extraordinary individuals present, including the newcomer Michelle and Charles, an ordinary agent, had all received professional training in occultism and understood what he meant.

In this world, without external interference, it is very difficult for the soul of an ordinary person to be completely preserved after death. In most cases, what lingers above the body of the deceased is the echo of a soul called lingering regret.

It should be understood that when a person dies, it is like a lamp going out. Searching for a soul that has been scattered in the underworld is a mythical and extremely difficult task. Even if you bring in a ghost immortal or a necromancer who specializes in this field, they may not be able to accomplish it.

The so-called spirits that ordinary psychics usually communicate with are actually just this kind of thing.

This lingering regret contains a portion of the deceased's memories and obsessions from their lifetime. In particularly intense cases, it can often last for months or even years.

Now, only two or three days have passed since these police officers died in the line of duty. Logically speaking, their bodies shouldn't be so "clean"!