Chapter 216 Face to Face with the Enemy...
As Sang Zhitao finished speaking, the sound of rain outside instantly disappeared, and the surroundings became so quiet that even their heartbeats could be heard.
In the interrogation room, An Wen was still listening to Mingyue describe where the remains of the body were, when he saw her suddenly freeze, looking up at the ceiling.
"Speak!" An Wen frowned and tapped the table, his voice filled with displeasure.
But Mingyue ignored her and just stared at the ceiling like a sculpture.
An Wen slammed the pen he was holding onto the table and stood up to go to Mingyue.
But Mingyue remained in the same position, not even glancing at her.
An Wen frowned and reached out to take a picture of the bright moon.
But who knew that when she placed her hand on Mingyue's shoulder...
A crisp cracking sound came from Mingyue's body.
Then, to the horror of Red Rabbit and Anwen, her body, like a piece of porcelain, began to crack from the top of her head, the cracks slowly widening until Mingyue's body shattered into millions of pieces and disappeared onto the floor.
“This…” Red Rabbit swallowed hard, looking at An Wen with fear in her eyes.
An Wen took a deep breath and turned to look at Red Rabbit: "Contact someone to come over!"
Red Rabbit nodded, quickly picked up the phone on the table, and dialed the forensic department.
"Beep...beep..." The phone rang for a long time, but the other party still did not answer.
"What's going on?" An Wen asked, frowning unhappily.
Red Rabbit shook its head repeatedly.
She dialed the forensic department office, which should have been a call that went unanswered.
Just as An Wen was puzzled, a crisp sound of something cutting through the air rang out.
She abruptly turned her head towards the door, took a few quick steps forward, and was about to open the door and go out when she turned back to Red Rabbit: "You do the preliminary trace detection first."
Red Rabbit nodded emphatically.
Anwen felt uneasy. She took a deep breath, carefully pressed the doorknob, and then gently pushed it down.
The familiar white corridor outside the door was gone, replaced by complete darkness...
Red Rabbit naturally witnessed this scene, and she couldn't help but rub her arms, her voice trembling slightly: "Captain, this..."
An Wen quickly closed the door, then looked at Red Rabbit: "I'll try to break out, you...."
Red Rabbit rushed to her and grabbed her hem: "No, you can't go out!"
An Wen frowned, just about to reassure her that there was no need to be afraid, as the house appeared to be safe for the time being.
But then Red Rabbit said in a trembling voice, "We have no idea what's going on outside. If you go out rashly and something happens, you might as well stay here with me and wait."
An Wen hesitated, glancing at the closed door, then at Red Rabbit, before finally letting out a heavy sigh: "Alright..."
"The rain seems to have stopped?" Outside the Linhai City Criminal Investigation Brigade, people were taking off their rain gear as the wind and rain suddenly stopped, and they continued to do what they had not yet finished.
"This rain came out of nowhere, the Climate Management Bureau didn't even make a forecast." A woman in a smart suit frowned at her wet trouser legs, full of dissatisfaction with the Climate Management Bureau.
"Alright, at least it didn't last long and it didn't really delay things." Her colleague patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"Your fortune-telling skills are better than mine. Why don't you predict whether the rest of your journey will go smoothly?" The woman shook her briefcase and looked at her colleague.
Her colleague was a girl in her early twenties, wearing a suit skirt.
Hearing her say that, he didn't hesitate to start calculating with his fingers.
A moment later, she smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad, everything is going smoothly."
Hearing her say that, the woman's face, which had been somewhat unhappy, suddenly broke into a smile.
Their figures blended into the crowd like water droplets entering the ocean.
Such scenes occur in every corner of Linhai City, just like before the heavy rain, ordinary and unremarkable.
"Are you sure? Not a single word?" Meanwhile, in a small conference room at a fortune-telling agency in Linhai City, the city was packed with people.
One of the teenagers, around seventeen or eighteen years old, with an arrogant look on his face, glanced sideways at the old man sitting not far from him and said, "You guys are really something. Your own place is almost being turned into your own, and you're still acting like fools."
The old man looked to be around sixty or seventy years old. Being spoken to like that by a child, even the most thick-skinned person couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
“The other side is just too powerful, we really…” He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but once he opened his mouth, he felt that all the reasons he had were just excuses.
The young man snorted, his face full of disdain. He turned to the middle-aged man on the other side and asked, "Uncle Lin, what do you say?"
The man called Uncle Lin had a very peaceful face and a smiling expression: "Let's settle these matters later. Right now, the main issue is with the Criminal Investigation Brigade."
The young man's fingers kept digging into his chest, and after a while he frowned and clicked his tongue: "There's no way around it, this is difficult to handle..."
"You can't figure it out either?" Uncle Lin's smile slowly disappeared, replaced by deep unease.
The young man shook his head: "More powerful than I imagined."
Uncle Lin sighed: "So we just have to wait and see?"
The boy glanced at him sideways: "Otherwise what? The current criminal investigation team is like an isolated island."
As he spoke, he looked around and said, "Apart from everyone here and people outside of Linhai City, there is currently no one in Linhai City who remembers that there is a criminal investigation team here."
"Who could possibly do this? Is the Imperial Advisor capable?" A woman nearby suddenly asked.
The boy glanced at her: "I haven't tried the Celestial Master's abilities, but I don't think it'll work."
The woman pursed her lips and said nothing more.
Uncle Lin looked at the surveillance footage on the big screen: "There is only one team leader, An Wen, the trace artist, Hong Tu, followed by the Imperial Advisor, her husband Jin Mai, the hermit family Fu Guan Shi, and an infant."
"Where are the others?" the boy asked curiously.
Uncle Lin shook his head: "We notified them as soon as we heard the news, but they didn't receive the notification until the others were evacuated."
The boy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Perhaps the person who did the attack deliberately left them behind."
Uncle Lin looked at him curiously: "You predicted that?"
The boy shook his head: "Just a guess. My sixth sense is usually very accurate."
Uncle Lin didn't refute what he said, but he didn't say anything more either. He just looked at the big screen with concern.
The entire conference room fell silent for a moment, with everyone staring intently at the large screen, filled with trepidation and worry, not daring to look away.
In the conference room of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, Sang Zhitao couldn't help but yawn. Looking at the window covered in blood, she couldn't help but say, "They're all here, why aren't they seeing us?"
Jinmai quickly shielded his wife.
The civet cat also stood protectively in front of the coffin bearer.
But several minutes passed, and the meeting room remained silent.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but tug at Jinmai's clothes, pull her hands out of the blanket, kick off the blanket covering her feet, and finally forcefully stand up with the help of Jinmai.
"Come out. Look at me, I'm just a baby, I can't beat you. Those two are office workers, and the one holding me is a married man."
Jinmai hurriedly caught her while protecting the blanket that almost fell to the ground. Hearing her words, his face darkened.
However, seeing the little hand clutching his clothes, he didn't say anything, as if his silence affirmed Sang Zhitao's assessment of him.
"Please, come out! My legs are giving way!!" After waiting for a while longer and still no one appearing, Sang Zhitao couldn't help but roll her eyes and urged again.
As she finished speaking, a figure gradually appeared in a corner of the conference room.
This is a young boy, about eleven or twelve years old.
He stared at Sang Zhitao with a gloomy expression, and after a long while, until Sang Zhitao's legs were too weak to stand, he slowly spoke: "Where did you come from, God?"
Although his face was youthful, his voice was extremely mature.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but tease, "Wow~ a deep bass!"
The boy maintained his indifferent expression, completely unaffected by her teasing.
Sang Zhitao had no intention of playing any "statues" games with the other party. She raised an eyebrow: "Are you a god?"
The boy nodded silently.
"There shouldn't be a god in this world. What kind of god are you?"
The boy glanced down at the ground, then slightly raised his eyes to look at Sang Zhitao: "And you? What kind of god are you?"
Sang Zhitao's lips twitched, revealing a cute smile: "I am a phoenix, not a god."
The boy looked at her with disbelief: "You have the aura of a god on you."
"I may be a god to you, but not a god to you here. You can call me an Outer God..."
"What about you? I've already introduced you, aren't you going to tell me?" Sang Zhitao looked at the other person with an innocent expression.
The boy thought for a moment before slowly speaking: "My followers call me the God of Wishes. As long as they make offerings to me, I can grant their wishes."
“I’ve never heard of such a god before, and there has never been such a divine office in the history of this world,” Sang Zhitao said curiously.
The boy didn't say anything more, but Sang Zhitao continued, "Why did you order your followers to kill people?"
"And...you also caused the deaths of those sparrows?"
"So you're an evil god?" Sang Zhitao continued when he still didn't speak.
A look of confusion crossed the boy's eyes before he slowly spoke: "Those are tributes."
"And what about their wishes? Since it's an offering, what do they want?"
"A new soul, a new rebirth."
"Then what are you doing here?" Sang Zhitao continued to press.
A murderous glint suddenly flashed in the boy's eyes, and his pupils slowly turned blood red: "Someone is offering up a city to take your lives."
"Then why don't you do it?" Sang Zhitao asked curiously.
The boy's expression shifted between murderous intent and inner conflict. After a long while, he sighed, "I can't do it."
Sang Zhitao looked at him, and a bold guess suddenly popped into her head.
She glanced at Suhe and then at Fu Guanshi before beckoning to the boy: "Come here for a moment."
"Peach!" Suhe couldn't help but call out softly.
Sang Zhitao slowly shook her head at her.
Jinmai tightened her grip on her arm, looking at the boy with a wary expression.
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