Transcendent Dawn Chapter 669: Investigation

Early morning.

A long cordon has been enclosed at 88 Silver Avenue.

Crowder is a well-known rich man in Baixi, after all, his murder is not a trivial matter.

What's more, the many documents scattered on the scene, as well as the writing on the wall, revealed his suspicion of smuggling and spying. With his death, a huge wave formed. How could he not hide it, let some and Crowder's associates secretly gritted their teeth with hatred, but helpless.

Johnson is a forty-something police officer. His rich career has exposed him to all kinds of bizarre cases and has dealt with some tricky night monsters.

But at this moment, squatting in the study, looking at the human figure drawn by the white line on the ground, his expression is more solemn than ever.

"The bodyguards guarding outside the villa swore that they did not even let in a fly. Although the words of those bodyguards were not so reliable, after investigation, it was indeed the case...The murderer should have landed directly on the balcony, he would Fly?"

Johnson murmured: "And... Judging from the fact that the battle was resolved in a short time, the opponent was a ruthless and cold killing machine. Both shots were fatal, clean and decisive... A righteous partner? ?"

He knows very well that this kind of power the other party possesses is no longer a problem that ordinary police officers can solve.

Therefore, he chose to report immediately.

"A very powerful individual, a suspected espionage case, is probably enough for the Kingdom investigators to take action?"

Johnson was silent.

He shivered uncomfortably when he thought of those guys.

Although in many stories, the investigators are tall, handsome, and handsome representatives, but in fact he knows very well that they are a group of poor bugs who are always accompanied by loneliness and danger, and they may be driven crazy at any time. .

It is not a minority of investigators who are reimbursed for various reasons every year.

They are the hidden fronts of the kingdom, the true guardians, but at the same time human beings, with limitations.

"I hope this matter can be resolved..."

Crowder's death put a lot of pressure on Johnson. The pressure from all aspects is completely imaginable.

"Boss, the investigator is here."

At this moment, a police officer pushed the door in, followed by a man in a black trench coat.

This man is about 30 years old, with thin cheeks, red eyes, heavy dark circles, and a dirty hat on his head. It seems that he hasn't slept well for a long time. At this time, he is all leaning against his mouth. Cigarettes are refreshing.

This is the scene of the crime, no smoking!

Johnson had already reached his lips, but he swallowed it wisely, and stepped forward: "Your investigator, I am the local police officer Johnson. I will now pass you everything about this case..."

"Well, you can call me... "Vulture"!"

The investigator randomly reported a code name, as if the eyes that were about to fall asleep at any time finally had some spirit: "Where is the corpse?"

"It has been transported back to the police station, waiting for anatomy..."

"Stupid behavior..."

The vulture circled the room and commented lightly: "Moving the corpse away may have left many precious clues... Some evidence collection methods require the corpse to be with the first scene..."

"I believe in the professionalism of my men." Johnson replied meticulously: "Please follow me to the balcony, where the murderer's first foothold..."

"I have seen it..."

The vulture blew a whistle: "From the scene, the ‘justice partner’ we are going to catch is a flying monster, or someone who is proficient in fighting and wearing a flying suit!"

"Flying costume?"

Johnson exclaimed.

"Isn't it weird? I am also weird... How can the flying colonies configured only by the Kingdom's secret troops be in the outside world?"

The vulture smiled and showed his yellow teeth: "I thought it was just a spy case...Now it's getting more and more interesting. I want to meet the corpses and ask them a few questions."

These words made Johnson shiver suddenly.

……

The police station.

The morgue.

A smell of formalin lingers around, mixed with a faint smell, making ordinary people nauseous as soon as they come in.

The vulture pressed his hat and opened the body bag without feeling. He saw Claude with his head twisted 180 degrees, and Rand with his Adam's apple cracked.

"Two gentlemen...I hope your spirits have not dissipated, and you can answer a few questions for me."

Vulture looked at Johnson, who was waiting seriously next to him: "Mr. Police Officer, can you please go out first, my friends are a bit shy, so many people may not be willing to come out."

"Good... good."

Johnson felt some sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly took the other police officers out.

"The boss...is that the kingdom investigator?"

A guy in his twenties asked: "Can he really talk to the dead?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, don't listen if you shouldn't listen...unless you want to go to a special court!" Johnson scowled, doing the job of a doorman honestly.

In the room.

The vulture has taken out a few glass bottles~IndoMTL.com~ and a short candle.

"The psychic candle, made with the corpse oil of the ghoul, can summon the undead of the dead, before the candle burns out..."

He lit the candle, looked at the dark candlelight on it, and muttered to himself.

Immediately, the vulture took out another vial, raised his neck, and poured the potion inside into his throat: "Dead Talk Potion allows ordinary people to see and communicate with the undead..."

At this moment, the surrounding body bags suddenly rustled, as if the corpses inside were coming back to life, constantly struggling.

"Sorry... ladies and gentlemen, I am not looking for you."

Seeing this, the black in the vulture's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he took off his hat and saluted the surroundings.

But the next moment, his face suddenly changed.

Because that section of the candle, as if poured in gasoline, burned violently, forming a huge torch, bright and dazzling, and burned out in just a few seconds!

The two corpses still didn't move at all.

On the contrary, the surrounding corpses seemed to be irritated in some way. A rotten guy had already torn the body bag and transformed into a ‘walking corpse’, grinning at the vulture.

"Their spirit...has been'processed'?"

Vulture whispered to himself in amazement: "Partner of justice...who is it?"

……

Outside the door, Johnson and the others looked at each other and heard the roars and fights like wild beasts inside.

Just when they couldn't help rushing in, the door was pulled open, and the vulture came out with a **** face and a tired face: "It needs to be cleaned up inside..."

Johnson and a few lads looked in the door, and his face suddenly became pale, and the police officer who had just questioned couldn't help covering his mouth and ran to the side to vomit.

That is a slaughterhouse at all!