Chapter 213 Where is the murderer? Suhe said, looking at Sang...
Suhe looked at Sang Zhitao as she spoke: "Did you feel it?"
"Can you handle it?"
Is this related to the crisis?
Suhe quickly threw three questions at Sang Zhitao.
An Wen and the others were also taken aback by her three questions and subconsciously looked at Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao leaned against Fu Guanshi's chest, looked at Su He, and then at the photos on the big screen.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, "I feel a sense of familiarity with that person's power, but I'm not sure if it's that person's."
Suhe frowned slightly as she looked at her: "You know?"
Sang Zhitao nodded: "I know more than you think."
Suhe pursed her lips and looked at Anwen: "I can't see the mastermind behind the scenes either, but what I can see is that the murderer is not just a murderer, he is a puppet, and there are strings controlling him from behind."
Sang Zhitao glanced at the raging wind outside and listened to the branches constantly tapping against the window.
"The mastermind's purpose should not be limited to murder. What else do these people have in common?"
Anwen turned her gaze to Lingxia, who was in charge of information gathering and organization.
Startled by the sudden attention from everyone, Lingxia swallowed hard before carefully saying, "We haven't found much in common yet, we only know that they are all authors on the Blue Wind website."
"What about their past?" Sang Zhitao closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again and asked.
Lingxia quickly looked down and flipped through the documents. After a moment, she looked at Anwen with a hesitant expression.
An Wen frowned, looking at him with a hint of displeasure: "What's wrong?"
Zero took a deep breath: "These people... have all changed their names."
An Wen glared at him instantly, her voice filled with dissatisfaction: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Zero explained hesitantly, "It's been so long... I just saw it."
An Wen took a deep breath, but didn't say anything too harsh. He just urged, "Explain clearly, what exactly happened?"
Zero nodded and briefly explained the information he had collected.
These deceased individuals had all lived in a small village in the north. They moved away one after another about twenty years ago, changed the name of the village, and gradually no one knew about it anymore.
It took a long time of research for Zero Sub-Zero to find some clues in old documents.
"Twenty years ago..." An Wen frowned, "Do you have any relevant information about what happened in the village twenty years ago?"
Zero quickly started typing on the computer, and after a long while shook his head: "There are no records."
An Wen tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, and the conference room fell silent for a moment, with only the "tap-tap" sound of her fingertips.
The dark conference room, coupled with the bloody photos on the large screen, created an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Bang!" A sparrow suddenly crashed into the office window, leaving a trail of blood on the window before its body slowly slid to the ground.
Sang Zhitao looked at the bloodstains, then turned to Su He: "I'll lend you my power. Recalculate, but don't calculate the murderer. Calculate today's weather instead."
Suhe was somewhat puzzled, but didn't say anything.
Sang Zhitao closed her eyes and summoned the jade pendant from her chest.
The green jade pendant floated in mid-air, and the people present couldn't help but rub their eyes, thinking they were seeing things and hallucinating.
Although this world has extremely unscientific practices like fortune-telling, it is still primarily based on science and does not contain anything on Earth that is far beyond scientific comprehension.
The floating jade pendant, however, shattered their perception, making them subconsciously try to use their scientific knowledge to explain the fantastical phenomenon before them.
Unlike An Wen and the others who looked surprised, Su He was much calmer.
After all, the Celestial Masters clan has always communicated with the Heavenly Dao, and thousands of years ago, when cultivators were still around, they had also seen unscientific existences.
The jade pendant floated slowly toward her, and Suhe instinctively grasped it in her hand.
After glancing at Sang Zhitao, she took a deep breath and began to calculate with one hand.
She had expected the divination to be difficult again, but it turned out to be much simpler than she had imagined. In just a moment, she looked at Sang Zhitao with fear on her face.
Su He took a few deep breaths, swallowed, and moistened his dry lips: "God?"
An Wen looked at her in surprise.
In her mind, Suhe, as the Celestial Master, always wore a calm expression and watched everything that happened in the world with equanimity.
Even when solving several brutal cases and confronting the mastermind behind them, Suhe never experienced negative emotions such as fear or apprehension.
And now, this expression that shouldn't have appeared has appeared.
"What's wrong?" An Wen felt a sense of unease.
Suhe glanced at Anwen, then at Sang Zhitao, and after calming herself down, shook her head and said, "This matter is of great importance, so please don't inquire about it for now."
She glanced at Sang Zhitao and said, "Go look in the east of the city."
Suhe looked down at the jade pendant in her hand, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Perhaps you can ask the police who are conducting the search over there. One of the people they are searching for today is related to the murderer."
An Wen gave her a deep look, then looked at Sang Zhitao, and without further hesitation, told people to run outside.
Soon, the entire conference room was empty except for four people: Fu Guanshi (who was holding Sang Zhitao), Sang Zhitao, Jinmai, and Suhe.
“Isn’t God already dead? Why am I seeing God’s shadow?” Suhe’s face was unusually pale.
A thought flashed through Sang Zhitao's mind, and the real face immediately appeared in her mind.
She hadn't expected that there were real-life counterparts in this world, and after thinking for a moment, she asked, "What did the god you saw look like?"
Suhe paused for a moment, then quickly looked down to recall, and after a while said, "I didn't see clearly, but I saw a man."
"A man?" Sang Zhitao exclaimed in surprise. She thought it was true, but she didn't expect there would be a god as well.
"You don't know?" Suhe frowned, her face full of confusion.
Sang Zhitao shook her head: "I thought what you meant by 'never mind'."
She sighed deeply: "I don't know which god you're talking about, but he will appear."
Suhe didn't say anything, just nodded.
The wind outside grew stronger, and the sky grew increasingly yellow and darker.
The branches kept banging against the window, and several sparrows, as if disoriented by the strong wind, crashed into the window one by one, leaving streaks of blood on it.
“This should be a warning to us,” Sang Zhitao said, looking at the bloodstains.
Suhe looked at her husband and gently placed her hand in his.
Jinmai then noticed that his wife's hands were as cold as ice. He couldn't help but hold her hands in his own and rub them, hoping to bring her some warmth.
After a long while, Su He answered Sang Zhitao's question as if to say, "He is very powerful."
Sang Zhitao didn't reply; she just stared out the window.
"You want to see him now?"
Suhe shook her head and then nodded: "I don't even want to think about it."
She sighed heavily: "I want to know what he wants to do, but I know it's no use even if I see him. How can a mortal kill a god?"
The meeting room remained silent.
Meanwhile, An Wen and his group were braving the dim sky and the strong winds that kept swirling towards the police car.
The wind was stronger than they had imagined. The bulky SUV swayed constantly in the wind, as if it could be swept up by the wind and then thrown down heavily at any moment.
"How could the wind be so strong?" Anwen looked out the window with concern. "Didn't the Climate Management Bureau give any advance warning?"
Red Rabbit shrugged and raised an eyebrow: "Those good-for-nothings have been fattened up and are useless."
An Wen glanced at her through the rearview mirror: "Don't talk nonsense."
Red Rabbit twitched the corner of her mouth: "No one else in the car will go outside to talk about it except us."
She then looked at the male police officer beside her and asked, "Ling Li, will you report this?"
The male police officer known as "Sharp-Eyed" was the one who led his companion to Mingyue's house.
Upon hearing Red Rabbit's question, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he quickly waved his hands, saying, "Of course not."
Red Rabbit then raised an eyebrow at An Wen with a hint of smugness.
An Wen rolled her eyes at her helplessly, but didn't say anything more.
Seeing her like this, Red Rabbit looked dejected, leaned back, and looked out the window listlessly.
Ling Li couldn't help but grip the cushion, his face, which was already unable to hide his expression, revealing a helpless look.
Uncle You couldn't help but laugh and patted him on the shoulder: "I heard that your batch of people were all assigned to the branch office? Why didn't you think of going to headquarters?"
Upon hearing Uncle You's words, Ling Li's tense body instantly relaxed.
He quickly said, "The teacher said that he hopes we can go to the grassroots level so that we can improve our abilities, better help you collect information, and have access to information sources to the greatest extent possible."
An Wen couldn't help but ask, "So you also identified a suspect this time?"
Ling Li shook his head: "No, it's that person is very strange, like she's been shielded. I can't calculate any of her lifelines."
An Wen glanced at Uncle You, and remembering what Su He had said, his spirits lifted.
Although catching the murderer this time cannot be attributed to the police's own ability, if they can eliminate the murderer and prevent him from continuing to kill in the shortest possible time, then it will all be worthwhile.
"How many people are there in your group?" Uncle You lowered his eyes, seemingly thinking of something, and looked at Ling Li with curiosity.
Ling Li replied without hesitation, "There are about twenty-seven people, and our fortune-telling level is around level eight."
Uncle You looked surprised: "Level 8?!"
In this world, fortune-telling is divided into twelve levels, with level one being the lowest and level twelve being the highest.
The Celestial Masters clan, due to their special status, has always been considered to be at level thirteen, which is higher than level twelve, but their symbol remains level twelve.
Most of them are at level one or two, and the same goes for the police. Most police officers are at level one or two, with a few at around level three.
Fortune tellers at levels four to six typically reside in fortune-telling offices at the town or county level.
Levels six to eight are at the city level.
Levels eight to ten are at the provincial level.
Levels 10 to 12 are already at the national level.
Fortune-telling firms typically help the Climate Authority predict the weather, or help local governments predict policies, regional destinies, and so on.
Even so, most counties and towns do not have fortune tellers, and even many city-level fortune tellers are only at the fourth level.
The higher the level, the fewer fortune tellers there are. Many level eight fortune tellers even have to take on several provincial fortune-telling tasks.
However, the police department recruited a number of young Level 8 officers and sent them to join the ranks of ordinary patrol officers.
“Although we are said to be at level eight, we cannot actually be judged according to the normal fortune teller level.” Ling Li hesitated for a moment before slowly saying this.
Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at Ling Li with curiosity.
He was taken aback for a moment, then sighed silently and explained the reasons one by one.
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