Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 391 Scarab

The black cloak is the standard uniform of the Night's Watch, and Barrow had wondered why a cloak was used as a uniform.

Chris's answer was: Handsome!

He was speechless.

"Bang!"

The heavy iron door to the basement was ripped open by Barrow with his monstrous strength and thrown aside.

Several men in black cloaks entered the basement, turned on the lights, and what they saw was breathtaking.

A dozen or so young and beautiful women were bound and suspended, their eyes lifeless. Their beautiful bodies were covered with hideous cracks, some already scabbed over, others still fresh.

The shelves against the wall are full of various kinds of equipment.

Whip cord, scalpel, steel needle...

The smell of blood was overwhelming.

"grass!"

A newcomer, his face flushed with anger, muttered under his breath, his brow furrowed:

"Damn beast!"

"Ugh!"

Barrow patted the other person on the shoulder:

"Most supernatural powers have the ability to influence the mind, amplifying the dark side of the human heart."

"You get used to this kind of thing after seeing it so many times."

"Rescue them, call our mind control colleagues to wake them up, and erase their memories of this period. If possible, treat their injuries."

By this time, Barrow had been a member of the Night's Watch for over two years, making him one of the "veterans."

He even became the captain of an action team.

"Yes."

The newcomer should ask casually:

"What will happen to that mentally ill person?"

"No need for any action," Barrow said, shaking his head as the other man looked on in surprise.

"He's dead!"

"He was forced to come to us and turn himself in. After he confessed everything, his head exploded into a pile of mush."

"..." The newcomer frowned:

"He deserves it, but who's controlling him?"

"I don't know." Barrow shrugged.

"The captain analyzed that the person's ability in mind control is suspected to have reached the third level. If he does evil, it will definitely cause a disaster."

"Fortunately..."

"The other party is not out of control and is abiding by 'social order,' so we have no need to provoke them."

"Tier 3!" The newcomer's eyes lit up.

"Can we recruit them into the organization?"

"Few beings with extraordinary powers are willing to join us," Barrow said, stroking his chin.

"They possess superhuman strength and can enjoy life without restraint. If you had the choice, would you join the Night's Watch?"

"Hehe..." The newcomer scratched his head and chuckled dryly.

"team leader!"

As they were talking, someone walked in and handed them a phone.

"The police station is looking for you."

police station?

Barrow frowned and took the phone.

"Hello!"

"A serious crime?"

"Does he possess supernatural powers?"

"Okay, I understand, I'll be right there." Nodding as he hung up, Barrow rubbed his slightly sore temples.

"I'll leave this place to you; I'm going to the mining area."

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Mining area.

The region where Peel Mining is located.

The black bread cart, crunching over gravel, came to a steady stop in front of a low gray house, and Barrow got out.

"Sheriff Barrow?"

An elderly white man quickly approached:

"Welcome, welcome."

"Hello there."

Barrow nodded:

"Let's look at the crime scene first."

"Yes."

The other party looked very attentive:

"We don't know what we encountered while mining, but it disturbed the lives of underground creatures. They've been keeping us up at night, but Sheriff Barrow, it's definitely not a murder case!"

"I know," Barrow said, his expression unchanged.

"Let's see how things go first."

"Yes."

The old man readily agreed.

If it's a murder case, the police will definitely get involved, and who knows how much trouble that will cause.

They were just a few insects...

Ok!

The insect was too strange, and the wounds on the victims did indeed look suspiciously like those of a murderer.

The accident site had already been cordoned off, with simple plastic tents covering the mine entrance.

Further inside is the mining company's laboratory used to analyze ores.

Several figures were busy inside.

"Professor Carl!"

Upon seeing one of them, Barrow's face lit up with joy:

What are you doing here?

"Barrow?"

Karl turned around and smiled:

"Why are you here too?"

"Professor, I've been hired as an assistant detective at the police station and I'm here to take a look at the case here." Seeing a familiar face, Barrow was also delighted.

"What are you doing here?"

"I've spotted some interesting creatures," Karl said, beckoning to him and pointing to the stone slab in front of him.

"look."

"The legendary scarab beetle."

"Scarabs?" Barrow frowned.

Unlike others, he had seen this name several times in the Night Watch's incident log.

I have some understanding of this.

Scarabs: Creatures bred by people with supernatural powers in ancient times. They have teeth that can crush anything, can resist damage from low-level supernatural powers, and, most importantly, have a long lifespan and live in groups.

Even a second-tier transcendent being would perish if surrounded by scarabs without any means of restraint.

These creatures are often buried with certain superhumans when they die, to prevent their bodies from being harmed.

"Look."

Karl pointed to the stone slab and said:

"This thing looks like a statue on a stone, but once activated, it will come to life."

"The transformation between stone and flesh is nothing short of miraculous."

Barrow stepped forward.

The stone slab was covered by bulletproof glass and surrounded by a ring of observation instruments. There were some reliefs on the stone slab.

Among them were three scarabs.

"We've tested the bite force of this insect; it can even crush steel," Blaise said in amazement.

"It's simply unbelievable."

He now understood why people were dying, and even why the mining machinery was damaged.

This is what it's made of!

"They possess formidable defense, astonishing attack power, and terrifying numbers. Even modern armies would struggle against them. Fortunately, they fear the cold; once the temperature drops to a certain level, they will automatically enter a 'hibernation' state," Karl explained.

"You can freeze them little by little and then take them out, but my advice is not to touch them."

Barrow nodded in agreement.

"no."

Blaise frowned:

"The place where these creatures gather is the core of the mineral vein; without disturbing them, mining cannot continue."

"This involves a business worth hundreds of millions; even our family can't make the decision."

"Then there's nothing we can do." Carl shrugged.

"Good luck."

"By the way, could you give me this stone slab? I haven't analyzed this special creature yet."

"Of course." Blaise looked grateful.

"Thanks to Professor Karl, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to get our hands on this thing. We are truly grateful."

Did Professor Carl teach them how to deal with the scarab beetle?

This thing...

Even the extraordinary members of the Night Watch are extremely difficult to deal with, so how could an ordinary person handle it so easily?

"Professor, Mr. Blaise," Barrow said, surprised.

"Because it involves a murder case, although it was caused by this creature, further investigation may be necessary."

"Mining will have to be suspended for a few days."

Just in case, the Night's Watchman would definitely have to go down and check first.

Scarabs typically do not live alone; the things they guard may also be in danger.

and……

These kinds of dangers are beyond the resistance of ordinary people.

"A few days?"

Blaise frowned:

"A day's shutdown at the mine means a loss of hundreds of thousands, Barrow... are you sure you want to do this?"

"Sure."

Barrow nodded:

"Mr. Blaise, I hope you can understand."

"Blaze!"

Just as Blaise was looking indignant and preparing to give a firm refusal, a familiar voice rang out:

"Let's stop for a few days."

Monica.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the anger on his face subtly dissipated.

"I'll listen to you."

Carl glanced at the sky outside, then at Monica, the vampire who was only wearing sunglasses, and his eyes flickered slightly.

It seems that

The vampires here are truly unafraid of sunlight.

or……

Monica is an exception!

(End of this chapter)