Chapter 670

early morning.

A long cordon has been set up at 88 Baiyin Avenue.

After all, Claude is a famous rich man in Baishi. His murder is no small matter.

What's more, many documents scattered on the scene and the words on the wall revealed his suspicion of smuggling and espionage. With his death, there was a huge wave, which could not be hidden. Some people who had communicated with Claude secretly hated and gnashed their teeth, but had nothing to do.

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

But at this time, squatting in the study, looking at the human figure drawn by the white line on the ground, his expression was unprecedented dignified.

"The bodyguards guarding outside the villa swore that they didn't even let a fly in. Although the words of those bodyguards were not so reliable, after investigation, it was true... The murderer should have landed directly on the balcony. He could fly?"

Johnson muttered to himself: "and... From the perspective of solving the battle in a short time, the other party is a ruthless and cold killing machine. Both shots are fatal, clean and decisive... Just partners?"

He knew very well that the power possessed by the other party was no longer a problem that ordinary police officers could solve.

Therefore, he chose to report for the first time.

"A very powerful individual, a case suspected of espionage, may be enough for the Kingdom investigators to take action?"

Johnson said silently.

He shivered uneasily at the thought of those guys.

Although in many stories, investigators are tall, handsome, handsome representatives, but in fact, he is very clear that it is a group of people who are always at risk of loneliness and danger.

There are not a few investigators who reimburse for various reasons every year.

They are the hidden front of the Kingdom, the real guardians, but they are also people, with limitations.

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

Claude's death brought great pressure to Johnson. The pressure from all aspects is completely conceivable.

"Boss, here comes the investigator."

At this time, a policeman pushed the door in, followed by a man in a black windbreaker.

The man was about 30 years old, with thin cheeks, red eyes, thick black circles under his eyes and a dirty hat on his head. He didn't seem to sleep well for a long time. At this time, he was refreshed by the cigarette in his mouth.

This is the crime scene. You can't smoke!

Johnson's words had reached his lips, but he swallowed them wisely and came forward and said, "Your Excellency, I'm local police officer Johnson. Now I'll transfer everything about this case to you..."

"Well, you can call me... 'vulture'!"

The investigator reported a code at random, as if he was going to sleep at any time. His eyes finally got a little spirit: "where is the body?"

"It has been transported back to the police station for autopsy..."

"Stupid behavior..."

The vulture walked around the room and commented faintly: "moving the body away may have left many precious clues... Some evidence collection methods require the body 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've seen it..."

The vulture whistled: "from the scene alone, the 'just partner' we want to catch is a flying monster, or a man proficient in fighting and wearing flying clothes!"

"Flying suit?"

Johnson let out a cry.

"Isn't it strange? I'm also very strange... How can the flying reproductive equipment configured only by the secret forces of the kingdom be left outside?"

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

The words suddenly made Johnson shiver.

……

police station.

Morgue.

A smell of formalin lingers around, mixed with a faint smell, which makes ordinary people sick as soon as they come in.

The vulture pressed his hat, opened the body bag without feeling, and saw Claude whose head was turned 180 degrees and Rand whose Adam's apple was broken.

"Gentlemen... I hope your spirit hasn't dissipated yet. You can answer me a few questions."

The vulture looked at Johnson, who was waiting seriously next to him. "Mr. police officer, could you please go out first? My friends are a little shy and many people don't necessarily want to come out."

"OK... OK."

Johnson felt some sweat on his forehead and hurried out with the other police officers.

"Boss... Is that the Kingdom investigator?"

A guy in his twenties asked, "can he really talk to dead people?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't listen to what you shouldn't listen... Unless you want to go to a special court!" Johnson gave a stern reprimand and did the guard's work honestly.

In the room.

The vulture has taken out several glass bottles and a small candle.

"Psychic candle, made of Ghoul's body oil, can summon the spirits of the dead before the candle burns out..."

He lit the candle, looked at the candle with some dark color on it, and muttered to himself.

Immediately, the vulture took out a small bottle, raised his neck and poured the potion into his throat: "the dead language potion can let ordinary people see the dead and communicate with them..."

Just then, the body bags around suddenly rustled, as if the bodies inside were living and struggling.

"Sorry... Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not looking for you."

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

But the next moment, his face suddenly changed.

Because that section of candles, like pouring gasoline, burned violently to form a huge torch, bright and dazzling, and burned up in just a few seconds!

But the two bodies still didn't move.

On the contrary, the dead bodies around seemed to be stimulated by something. A rotten guy had torn the body bag and turned it into a "walking corpse" and bared his teeth at the vultures.

"Their spirits... Have been 'dealt with'?"

The vulture whispered in horror, "just partner... Who is it?"

……

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

Just when they couldn't help rushing in, the door was opened, and the vulture came out tired with blood all over his body: "it needs to be cleaned up inside..."

Johnson looked into the door with some young men, and his face suddenly turned pale. The policeman who had just asked couldn't help covering his mouth and running to the side to vomit wildly.

That's a slaughterhouse!