Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

After the funeral, the deceased's family members continued to gaze at the gravesite, speechless for a long time.

"Everyone, I am very sorry that this happened."

When they saw Isaac walking towards them, they quickly went up to him.

"Boss, don't say things like that."

"Yes, this has nothing to do with you."

Many of them came to work as a family. The deceased might be someone's older brother or sister, or even a wife or husband.

When Isaac retrieved the bodies, he found their deaths extremely gruesome; not a single part of their bodies was intact. He ultimately used alchemy to stitch the bodies back together before handing them over to the families for inspection.

"I'm sorry." Isaac bowed to them amidst their surprised gazes.

"Wait, boss! What are you doing?"

“I promised you that I would protect your safety, but what happened today clearly violates that promise,” Isaac said.

“Actually, we are already very grateful that you took us in,” one of the young men said. “Although I am very saddened by the death of my wife in this incident, at least you, boss, took this matter so seriously and even held a funeral for them.”

The young man before me didn't have a dog tag around his neck, proving he was a normal person and not a member of the Twilight race. He was simply the husband of a deceased member of the Twilight race.

“Besides, I still have to support my daughter, so I have to stay positive at work. The wages at the factory are enough to cover our expenses.” The young man’s eyes filled with tears as he said this. “I believe she… will definitely be watching over us, father and daughter, from heaven…”

The little girl beside him looked timidly at the people around her. She had a dog tag with the number D/0 around her neck. Because the Twilight race is hereditary, this situation will inevitably occur if one of the couples is a Twilight race woman.

The little girl from the Twilight race is in the most dangerous situation in this country.

“Sir, the factory will be setting up employee dormitories nearby soon. You can come and find me if you need them,” Isaac said.

"Thank you, but I also think it's safer for my daughter and me to live in the factory," the young man said with a wry smile.

……

After all the family members left, only Isaac and his soldiers remained standing there.

"Boss, where are we going now?"

"Go to the police station."

-

This time, Isaac went to the police headquarters in Yelkastum, and instead of seeing his old acquaintance Chad, he went directly to the chief.

When the bureau chief saw Isaac walk in with a large group of people, he was so startled that he almost fell off his chair.

"Mr. Isaac, is there some trouble you've encountered today?"

"Aren't you just asking the obvious?" Isaac wasn't in the mood for arguing. "Is there any progress on the matter I asked you to investigate?"

"This one……"

"Yes? Or no?" Isaac raised his voice slightly.

"We've dispatched all our officers to investigate, but so far we haven't found out who did it," the chief said, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.

"So you haven't investigated this thoroughly yet, right?"

"Please give me a little more time..."

“Dear Director, the safety of Yelkastum depends entirely on you. How can you still not find out what happened after several days?” Isaac asked.

"This...we already have a lead, and we might have results soon." The chief's palms were starting to sweat. When the incident first happened, he hadn't taken it seriously at all because the deceased was a Twilight race.

It wasn't until Isaac's troops bombarded half the police station with rocket launchers that he realized something serious had happened.

“Tell me everything you have, and I’ll investigate it for you,” Isaac said calmly, before suddenly grabbing the chief by the neck.

"Well!!"

"Let me make this clear: if we don't get any results within a week, I'll indiscriminately slaughter everyone with a criminal record against the Twilight race. I don't know how many people will be left in Yelkastum then," Isaac sneered. "What I want to do is prevent such things from happening again, and I don't care how many people die for it!"

"Ugh!!"

The chief looked at Isaac in horror, but with his neck being gripped, he was completely unable to speak.

Before committing the murder, he even came to the police station to inform the chief that he had never seen this madman before! But there was nothing he could do. His superiors had already explained Isaac's identity to him, and all he could do was deal with him when he really went crazy.

Isaac threw him against the wall.

"Cough, cough!!"

"After understanding the situation, I hope you can cooperate to the best of your ability." Isaac finished speaking and walked towards the door. "Let's go."

A large group of soldiers followed Isaac out of the office, leaving the terrified bureau chief sitting on the floor.

……

As soon as he left the police station in Yelkastum, a phone call was made to Isaac's cell phone.

"Hey?"

"Hello? Boss." It was George's voice on the other end of the phone. "The missiles on the high seas are all aimed at Yıldırım, and we've also arranged for strategic supplies to be airdropped here. We're still negotiating with the government."

"Okay, has there been any progress in the negotiations?"

“They were quite polite, saying they would notify you immediately upon discovery,” George said. “Should we send reinforcements?”

“No need, just bring over the drones. Oh, and bring a few tanks too,” Isaac said.

After giving all the instructions, Isaac sent a few soldiers back to the factory to oversee the construction of the employee dormitories.

As for myself, I will need to go and investigate on my own.

Chapter 556: Suspected Murderer

"So, what brings you here specifically?"

Isaac looked at Warwick, who was grinning at him, and asked.

Just as I decided to investigate, less than an hour later, Nicholas found me.

Knowing that Isaac couldn't understand sign language, he told him in an extremely difficult-to-understand voice that Warwick needed to speak to him.

He was currently staring at Warwick in front of him from inside the convenience store.

"Just so you know, if there's nothing important, I'll be leaving now. I've been having a lot of problems lately."

"You're investigating the recent killings of the Twilight Race, aren't you?" Warwick asked, getting straight to the point.

"Huh? How did you know?"

“You went to the chief and made a scene, and then the chief scolded his subordinates for not doing their jobs well, including Officer Chad,” Warwick said with a hint of schadenfreude. “Then he called me to ask me to speed up the investigation.”

He had been told by Officer Chad earlier that day that he had been urgently asked to do his best to keep Isaac from doing anything reckless and to help him find out the truth about the murder as soon as possible.

It was then that Warwick realized that some of the dead might be employees of Isaac's factory.

However, what he couldn't understand was why Chad was speaking to him in such an apocalyptic tone.

"Are you also investigating this matter?" Isaac asked. "Then things are simple. Give me a copy of your investigation; consider it a task I've entrusted to your convenience store."

"Oh? There's this benefit too?" Warwick was taken aback.

Don't you want it?

“How could I? Of course I want to.” Warwick rubbed his hands together. “So how much are you planning to offer?”

"One hundred thousand dollars."

This is more than the convenience store's revenue in the previous two years.

"...If I call you 'Dad,' will you dare to answer?"

"I'll think about it."

Warwick quickly took a stack of documents from his office drawer and handed them to the person in front of him.

Isaac took the document and looked through it. He found that the photos of the deceased were marked with numbers, presumably to help Isaac categorize them.

“These are some clues I’ve uncovered about the body,” Warwick said slowly.

"Take note: the tattoo on the small wrist of the white man at number 2 belongs to a guy named Edmunds on Third Street; the woman at number 9 is a prostitute at Harriet's brothel, she's usually not very noticeable; numbers 11 and 23 were seen at Constance's weapons shop..."

As he spoke at length, Isaac picked up a pen and wrote his words down on the back of the document.

After a long while, Warwick recounted all the information about the dozens of dead.

"Your memory is truly amazing," Isaac remarked with admiration.

"Well, it's just a bit of a photographic memory~"

“Thank you for the information. Now I have some leads in my own investigation.” Isaac said, putting away the paper with Warwick’s words recorded on it.

“There’s something else you’ve probably noticed as well,” Warwick said in a low voice. “These dead bodies all have knife wounds, the kind where the body was chopped up. The culprit must also be a powerful Twilight race.”

"Infighting among the Twilight race?"

“That’s one possibility, but there’s another,” Warwick murmured. “Someone is deliberately trying to shift the focus of the investigation to the Twilight People.”

“I understand.” Isaac stood up. “I’ll have someone bring you the commission fee.”

-

Once outside the convenience store, Isaac's investigation officially began.

They obtained information on everyone the deceased had contact with before his death from Warwick, and by following the clues, they could find the culprit.

"Let's start the investigation with number 2..."

Isaac stopped abruptly at this point.

He looked behind him and shouted into an alley, "Stop hiding, come out!"

However, there was no reaction in the alleys, and no one came out.

"Should I ask you to come out? That might be a bit rough."

Just as he finished speaking, a little child walked out of the alley.

The child's expression was obscured by his hood, and his hands were tucked inside his sweatshirt, making him appear terrified of Isaac.

"Little friend, why are you following me?"

Faced with the problem, the child stood still without saying a word.

"Tsk, is he trying to steal my money? These kids these days are really something." Isaac sighed, took out twenty dollars from his wallet, and walked up to the child.