In the deathly quiet Legion of the Holy Cross morgue, the metal door blocks out the noise of the outside world. Chongxibi only focuses on one thing, which is to continue to examine the corpses in an orderly manner. Chongxibi's profession is a spiritual appraiser
, our ancestors have been doing this kind of work for eighteen generations. The ancestors in the past called themselves spiritual doctors, which is another branch of traditional Chinese medicine. They specialize in treating various diseases that cannot be cured by traditional medicine for emperors and dignitaries.
Break evil spells, remove insect poison, and cultivate spiritual breath.
In modern times, the profession of spiritual doctors was also thrown into the trash can with the abolition of the imperial system. Our ancestors could only change careers and start specializing in identifying various supernatural objects. When it was passed down to Chongxibi, the family's glory had fallen to the bottom. The former imperial doctor
The spiritual doctor has become today's technical nerd. Fortunately, the talent in the blood has not been lost, and the family's ancient books are complete enough, allowing Chong Xibi to inherit the ability of the spiritual appraiser.
He likes the thrill of finding details that others can't find, and enjoys it as much as playing a puzzle game. So even if there are hundreds of elimination methods, he will carefully verify them one by one. Even if they are all eliminated, he will still
Select the suspicious parts and conduct the second verification using the new method.
Just like now, after analyzing Jing Chumei's reaction before her death, the Chongxi Pen felt that it was very similar to the effect of head-lowering surgery or hypnosis. After the initial head-lowering surgery test failed, the Chongxi Pen took out a stick from the tool bag.
Pulse probe and mummy powder.
The Chongxi Pen applied mummy powder all over the body of Jing Chumei's body. This powder with the breath of soul will inject spiritual power into Jing Chumei's body through the pores, creating the illusion that spiritual power is flowing in the body.
The pulse detection needle is 1 meter long. The Chongxi Pen needs to insert the soft needle into Jing Chumei's tendons to feel the slight difference. The head-lowering technique may disappear after it fails, but its existence
After passing through the human body, it will inevitably cause the subtle spiritual energy to move unnaturally.
It is not difficult to channel a corpse. It is rare to have the subtle spiritual power injected from mummy powder and then explore the subtle changes in spiritual power. There are no more than 5 people in the world who can do such a thing, but Chongxi Bi
Could be the best among these five.
When the pulse probe probed along the carotid artery of the corpse to the eyes, the needle sent back a faint touch. Chongxibi immediately took out a form and threw it aside, using the weak information fed back to compare the murderer's ability level.
After a 10-minute comparison, Chong Xibi's forehead was covered with cold sweat and he said, "The peerless god descends... Zanchen..."
Sometimes, knowing is far scarier than not knowing. Chong Xibi doesn’t want to be involved with an immortal heaven-level investigator in such a foreign land. God knows what will happen if you go against such a head-dropping master.
Killed? Chongxibi was so frightened that he sealed Jing Chumei's body immediately, frantically stripped off his clothes and disinfected himself. While rinsing and disinfecting, he contacted Qingcheng and yelled, "He is Zanchen! Kill that person."
The bitch is Zanchen! Are all your informants in and out of the management area just eating shit? Why didn’t you know that this kind of monster came here! When I took the job, I didn’t say that I wanted to fight against the heaven-level investigators! I
I’m not going to play anymore. Arrange a flight for me. I’m going back now, immediately, right away! Do you understand? I’m not going to play anymore!”
Qingcheng didn't say a word the whole time. She hung up the phone and called the director's office using the shortcut key. "Something happened. Thirteen is fine, but the number of troublemakers is higher than expected."
"Is it Zanchen?" Wu Zhu said as he was touching a piece of Braille information in his hand.
"After you calculated it, you still used this ratio to send us here?" Qingcheng asked. The most important thing in executing a task is the ratio. Using the right people to handle the right things is not cowardly, but doing what is within our capabilities.
"After his first 'death', Zanchen's destiny has transcended the three realms and cannot be calculated. I noticed the connection after reading the report sent by Laughing Torpedo not long ago." Next, Wu Zhu recounted.
It's top secret.
Laughing Torpedo has been assigned to investigate Zanchen's case for some time, and bits and pieces of information are gradually being pieced together. The most important discovery is "the existence of the World Destroyer Association," this little-known forum and the general horror
The forum used by the elements is completely different, because all the people in it are real anti-human and anti-social monsters. Zanchen has a very high level in it, and the number of 999 members is quite large.
Laughing Torpedo has been following the team members to conduct a secret investigation into the "World Destruction Association". "Chen" is one of the specific members they tracked. During the Chinese New Year training period, Chen was secretly captured by the Underworld Bureau and imprisoned.
With the help of his account, Laughing Torpedo began to conduct an in-depth investigation into the internal structure of the World Destruction Club.
Not long before Shisan was killed, a "college student" member in France issued an open invitation to convene members below "high school students" and "middle school students" and above to go to Paris to hold the first "class reunion."
The response to this event in the forum was not enthusiastic. Most people who can stay here understand the truth. Bad guys who gather together are the police's favorite, and keeping a low profile is the way to survive.
But by the end of the event, there were still as many as 50 members signed up, including the one who turned into "dust" from Laughing Torpedo. Originally, Laughing Torpedo would have come to France if this incident had not happened, but now he seems to have found the reason for this.
certain connection points.
Regarding the inviter, Xiaotorpedo also analyzed the probability of inviting Zanchen to join. Zanchen's recent activity in the forum has dropped to zero, which may be a sign.
"What should we do now?" Qingcheng asked with a solemn expression.
"I am not a frontline commander. I don't know the specific situation, so I can't interfere with your actions. All I can do is deploy heaven-level investigators to rush over as quickly as possible. You can choose to continue to follow up. Of course, if you want to come back, I
I completely agree." Wu Zhu delegated the decision-making power to Qingcheng.
Returning home is the wisest choice. The situation at hand has exceeded expectations. As a professional commander with many years of command experience, Qingcheng must be responsible for the safety of himself and his subordinates. Evacuation is a normal choice.
But just when the idea in Qingcheng's mind was almost finalized, the scene of Lin Xi suddenly flashed up. They hadn't found Thirteen yet and rashly ordered them to go back. The result would be the same as in Tianshui Prison.
If the situation last time were to happen again, Qingcheng would definitely use drugs or blows to deprive Lin Xi of his mobility, make him comatose and leave. But that can't be done now, because Lin Xi has Shisan's "child" in his belly.
, if the fetal air was injured, Qingcheng would only feel that she must be blamed for her death.
"Why are you giving me such a difficult choice...Wuzhu, you are so cruel." Qingcheng leaned on her seat and sighed with the phone in her hand, "How long will it take for the heaven-level investigator you dispatched to arrive? Can you tell me who it is?
?"
"The special plane has already taken off, and its estimated arrival time is early morning at your place. Two people have been arranged to go there this time. One of them you know, Dao Emperor - Dao Yichi. The other...Ling Po, have you heard of it?"
"Lingpo...Qing Huan? Is she even here?" Qingcheng only learned about her information from internal information.
Qing Huan is the most mysterious among the ten heaven-level investigators of the Underworld Bureau. Her ability is not that of a combatant. The strongest ability in the record is... channeling. Wuzhu is destiny, but she can
Use your mind to travel through the three realms and have direct conversations with gods and demons.
During World War II, she was only six years old when Wu Zhu and Dao Yichi rescued her from Satan's secret laboratory. Satan exploited her ability to negotiate directly with God, but she had not yet
By making good use of it, Satan has been destroyed by the demon hunting organization in the world.
Lingpo returned to China with the investigators of the Celestial Dynasty and was selected as a heaven-level investigator. Talking to gods is a power that rarely appears in the human world. Even Jesus in the past could only communicate with God. In the
Within the Underworld Bureau, the person most likely to succeed Wu Zhu as director is none other than Qing Huan. You must know that having a director who can communicate with the gods will greatly improve the combat power and justice background of the Underworld Bureau.
But this woman rarely walks around in the underworld. It is reported that in order to rest her mind, she spends most of her life sleeping. Like the "Sleeping Beauty" in the fairy tale, her body's development becomes extremely slow.
As for her, who should be over 80 years old, she has the appearance and complexion of a girl around 18 years old. These... are all insider gossip.
The only thing Qingcheng can be sure of is that Lingpo is a particularly important magic weapon for the Underworld Bureau. Her value surpasses all the magic weapons in the world and is of great importance to the secrets of the world. What Qingcheng can't understand is that this kind of magic weapon is of great importance to the Underworld Bureau.
Why did Wu Zhu send this treasure to such a dangerous situation? Qingcheng couldn't figure it out.
"Waiting for their arrival here, that's all." Qingcheng hung up the phone, the situation became increasingly difficult to control.
Night falls quietly, Paris, a city that truly never sleeps, even though the sun has long since disappeared, the neon lights still make Paris, one of the four major super cities in the world, extremely bright. Ignorant gringos talk about football and politics.
, business, or endless love. They enjoyed the night but had no idea that a war was going on secretly somewhere they couldn't see.
Tonight, in the Paris subway, a strange oriental face walked in. He was wearing a tight-fitting Lycra fabric cycling suit commonly used by cyclists, and his strong muscles were shown under the clothes. And the person accompanying him was not a bicycle.
, but the long box of the Sword Niche Ghost hung horizontally on the back of the waist. At the end of the Sword Niche Ghost, a wooden box covered with Zhang Tianshi's soul-soothing charms hung like a hanging lantern.
Two multi-stage spiritual release machines were located on both sides of his thighs, like a fast shooter's pistol. The tactical backpack straps on his chest were filled with concentrated and purified sugar cubes.
It was completely windless in the subway, but he was wearing large transparent ski goggles. He had no idea what he was doing. Passengers who couldn't attract him stayed away from him, and some even took out their mobile phones.
Various photos.
Thirteen made a phone call in the car, and the person who answered the phone was Qingcheng who never dealt with her, "Sissy, are you in France?"