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After all, there are so many amazing and mysterious techniques in the world, who knows what method the criminal used to deceive Officer Sunny?

The boy wanted to understand the truth of the matter, but he only wanted to know himself and his enemy and figure out some of the other party's methods. He was not bored and wanted to cosplay as Sherlock Holmes.

Zhu Mingyao and Michelle returned to the hall together, where they saw Charles squatting on the ground, taking out one by one the materials that the police had collected from the scene from his carrying evidence box.

"...Besides this jar of vomit, there were also the guy's personal belongings when he was first arrested..."

A lighter and a few coins..."

“This should come in handy!” Charles picked up a seemingly empty transparent evidence bag and shook it.

"Very few biological samples were found at the scene. These two strands of the suspect's hair were only found after the investigators searched the house inch by inch."

Zhu Mingyao's eyes lit up. There were still some hairs left, which was a good thing. They could be used for search techniques or as a medium to cast spells from a distance when chasing someone back. It was just that there were too few of them.

The boy's shoulders twitched slightly, as if he was about to reach out and take it.

Before he could even raise his arm, a slightly thin, large black hand suddenly appeared from the side and snatched the evidence bag away in a somewhat impatient manner.

Zhu Mingyao glanced at the old voodoo sorcerer who had taken the lead, but said nothing.

...If this old codger wants to take the lead, let him be. Anyway, I'm not a key player this time.

However, his silence did not mean that everyone present had no objections.

"Mr. Bob, could you give us these two hairs? After all, you can't expect two ladies to be stirring that jar of disgusting stuff as ingredients for divination, can you?"

As she spoke, Ms. Lisa extended her hand with a charming smile.

Although it was phrased as a request, there was a clear sense of undeniable authority in the tone.

Upon hearing this, old Bob's already dark face darkened even further. He gave the group a gloomy look, tossed the evidence bag containing the murderer's hair toward Ms. Lisa, picked up the glass bottle containing vomit from the ground, and walked away on his own.

Seeing this, the young man thought to himself, "It seems that the real mastermind behind this operation, besides Agent Charles, is this fortune teller, Ms. Lisa."

“Unlike me, an unofficial temporary worker, even if she is not part of the official core group, she should be a relatively senior insider. Besides mentoring Michelle, the newcomer, she probably also came here to supervise her secretly.”

Since a professional diviner had already taken care of things, Zhu Mingyao was happy to save himself the trouble. After all, he had already carefully examined the person from head to toe using his aura-gazing technique since he entered the room, but he hadn't discerned anything.

—It's been almost three days, and any traces that remain have mostly disappeared.

Since he was already there, he couldn't be too obvious about slacking off. He casually picked up the lighter from the evidence box, took out a [Searching for Evil Talisman], wrapped it up, and went to a corner to pretend to chant incantations and cast spells.

However, if someone nearby who understands Chinese were to listen carefully, they would discover that this guy was simply reciting the multiplication table in a low voice.

Ms. Lisa pulled the blonde girl Michelle into the office next door, took out a fist-sized crystal ball, placed it on the table, and whispered instructions in her ear on how to perform a quick divination.

Old Bob, a Black man, wasn't so particular. He brought an ashtray from the next room, placed it on the floor, and then poured a clump of vomit—a mixture of bits of meat and stomach acid—from a glass jar into the ashtray.

He then sat cross-legged and, with a slight flick of his fingers, sprinkled some black powder into the ashtray.

With a "whoosh!" sound.

A cloud of dark green smoke rose from the vomit, condensing three feet above the ground and swaying slightly, its shape resembling a phantom skull mask.

Seeing this, Charles's lips twitched, and he quietly took a few steps to the side, clutching a handkerchief in his palm and covering his nose.

Old Bob paid no attention to the reactions and disdain of others. He simply opened his mouth wide and inhaled deeply, swallowing the cloud of dark green smoke like a whale sucking in water.

Black smoke entered his stomach, and old Bob closed his eyes, held his breath, and remained calm, as if he were savoring something.

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Chapter 86 Chase

"Three times seven is twenty-one, four times seven is twenty-eight..."

Zhu Mingyao stood in a corner of the hall, his lips moving slightly as he muttered multiplication tables as if reciting a spell, but his gaze was fixed curiously on the black sorcerer in the center of the hall.

Whether in the past or present life, the reputation of Voodoo has not been good. The root cause is that the methods they are good at are too evil and bizarre. Whether it is commanding evil spirits and demons or various poisons and curses, they are things that would make normal people's scalp tingle at the sight of them.

For example, if someone who doesn't know the details saw this scene, they certainly wouldn't think that officials were casting spells to track down the murderer; they would only think that an evil wizard was casting some kind of curse.

Therefore, even for extraordinary individuals, image packaging is very important. The Church of the Holy Church was able to sweep across the New World, knocking down the native gods and spirits from their pedestals and capturing the hearts and beliefs of the vast majority of people. This was not only due to its strength, but also because of its image.

At least the priests and bishops, with their radiant holy light, seemed far more respectable than the bloody witchcraft of the native priests.

Humans are inherently visual creatures!

Don't you see how many entertainment stars, just because they have a passable face, even if they break the law and end up in jail, still have countless die-hard fans desperately trying to defend them?

"My brother did nothing wrong! It was all a conspiracy by the enemy..."

"How can being a fan of X be considered illegal? It's clearly a perk for them..."

……

"Despite being a mass of filth and putrid stench, this person acts as if they're enjoying a fine French meal..."

Leaving aside Zhu Mingyao's inner turmoil, the results of the spellcasting investigations at both locations had already been obtained.

"The divination results show that the target is about 100 kilometers away from us and is still moving southeast."

Ms. Lisa walked out of the office next door with the blonde girl Michelle.

Charles nodded upon hearing this and said, "It's the same information we received from the front."

He turned his gaze to old Bob. The old black sorcerer seemed to sense something, slowly opened his eyes, paused for a moment, and uttered two words briefly:

"Same!"

The boy next to him, who was slacking off, quickly joined in and chimed in:

"My result was the same."

“Alright, since the results are all the same, what are we waiting for?” Agent Charles clenched his fist and waved it.

"Let's set off now and bring that guy to justice."

No one objected to this, and after quickly packing their things, they filed out of the building.

Stepping outside, Zhu Mingyao glanced at old Bob, who was following at the back. The old black sorcerer was expressionless and walked silently at the rear.

"Why has this old guy suddenly become so unenthusiastic?"

……

At the crime scene in the morning, the group did not linger for long. Thanks to the professional driving skills of the Special Investigation Bureau driver, before 12 o'clock, they saw a row of police cars parked on the side of the rural road ahead. Several search teams composed of police officers and police volunteers were slowly gathering back from a distance.

"Unable to continue the search? What does that mean?"

Agent Charles stepped forward, spoke with the head of the police force, and then, looking dejected, returned to the group with one of the black-clad agents who had arrived earlier to provide support.

The agent in black noticed Charles glancing at him and explained knowingly:

"Upon arrival, our personnel stationed in Phoenix, the state capital, immediately joined forces with the police to launch a search. Based on the existing traces, we were able to determine that the target had fled into the mountains behind us, which is located on the border between this state and New Mexico."

He shrugged and continued, "Under current federal law, police officers in this state are not authorized to enforce the law across state lines. The police chief has no choice but to temporarily consolidate his forces and await negotiations between his superiors and the police authorities in neighboring states."

Everyone frowned upon hearing this. The blonde girl, Michelle, tilted her head and asked in confusion:

"Then, could you ask the police department of the town in the opposite state to organize personnel to stop them at the intersection?"

Based on the information, we can infer that the thug isn't particularly strong. He wouldn't dare to force his way through the police cordon if there were enough officers. And with just a slight delay, we can catch up with him.

"I'm sorry, miss, there are no towns across the way, not a single one."

The Phoenix City support agent raised an eyebrow, sighed, and said with a helpless expression.

"Over there... no, I should say that from where we are standing, it is part of the Rocky Mountains. As you go forward, it's all barren rocky mountains and canyons of all sizes. There are hardly any people, not even a cactus. Within a radius of nearly 100 kilometers, there isn't a single decent town."

"If we're talking about scattered settlements, there might be one or two left, but there aren't many people there, and there won't be any police stations."

"Ever since the government conducted nuclear tests in that area in the 1950s and 60s, people who could move away from the vicinity have moved away due to concerns about radiation," the black-clad agent added.

"Furthermore, this area was previously mined for magnetite, so electronic communication was not very good. As a result, the few remaining households all moved to other towns."

Zhu Mingyao looked up and observed that the place where they were standing was clearly a hilly area, surrounded by hillsides composed of grayish-yellow rocks of varying sizes, filled with coarse or fine gravel.

As you look out, the hillside stretches into the distance before rising abruptly to form a series of low mountain ranges.

Turning back, Charles was huddled together with Ms. Lisa, discussing something in hushed tones.

"Are we just going to let it go like this? Oh, maybe I should ask my superiors..."

Charles looked conflicted, unsure of what to do.

Ms. Lisa crossed one arm over her chest, raised the other arm, and gently pinched her chin with her thumb and forefinger, her still charming face showing some hesitation.

"Whether we continue forward to complete the mission or retreat, I have little opinion. The only concern is Michelle's safety. As long as that's achieved, nothing else matters..."

After exchanging a few more words, Ms. Lisa turned to the young girl and said gently:

"Son, why don't we stop here, contact the people back home, and wait for the police to coordinate before setting off with their search team? What do you think?"

Michelle was clearly not very assertive; upon hearing this, she blinked her beautiful big eyes, as if trying to organize her thoughts.

Before she could make up her mind, a gloomy voice interrupted:

"I'm saying you don't want to go back, do you?"

After driving hundreds of kilometers and just about to catch the target, they have to turn back just because the number of 'nannies' suddenly decreased?

We brothers didn't take this task to play house with little girls!

Old Bob's tone was filled with deep dissatisfaction and a hint of mockery.

Although he did not name names, Michelle's face quickly flushed red, making her already youthful and beautiful face even more charming.

"No! We have to chase after him. Even without the police's cooperation, we can't let that villain escape!" the girl said defiantly, her almond-shaped eyes wide.

“Very good.” The old black man’s lips parted as if he wanted to smile, but he probably overestimated the flexibility of his facial muscles. The stiff, deep wrinkles and pale teeth made the so-called smile look extremely strange.

"Then let's hurry up."

Chapter 87 Standard Equipment for Industrial Production

As the sun began to set slightly in the west, the gravel road in front of us finally came to an end.

"呲-"

The bus tires kicked up a trail of yellow dust as they scraped against the rough, sandy ground before slowly coming to a stop.

"I'm sorry everyone, we really can't get any further ahead," the agent who was also a part-time driver said, turning his head.