"…It is reported that the base attacked this time is a hacker organization in Northern Europe. The police found that according to the residence registration, there should have been more than 30 members of the organization living here. However, only the remains of some members and some traces of religious ceremonies were found at the scene. Due to the complex situation at the scene, the police said that further investigation is needed. At present, no organization has claimed responsibility for the incident here."

The news on the mobile phone was playing the latest reports, which made the police officer in charge, Eisenwell, shake his head.

"What the hell is going on? Can't our journalists even tell the truth?"

Eisenwell was wearing a mask. He put away his cell phone, pulled open the cordon, and walked into the abandoned factory.

"Man, you know, if we told the public that these people didn't know why they were like this, we would probably be out of work the next day."

said another policeman nearby, who also put on a mask and gloves.

The two men walked through a white shed, changed into white isolation suits to prevent contamination, and finally walked into the abandoned factory.

A strong smell of blood wafted through the air. Even the experienced butchers who worked in the slaughterhouse every day could not stand the strong stench. As a criminal policeman with 16 years of experience, Essenwell vomited into his isolation suit when he saw this situation for the first time. He also felt extremely dizzy, which was not relieved until several hours later.

What appeared before Essenwell and his colleagues was a scene of hell that even Dante's Divine Comedy could not describe.

Solidified flesh and blood were splattered everywhere on the walls, tables, computers, and even the ceiling. According to the forensic identification, the flesh and blood were thrown up with a huge force, and the impact caused the flesh fragments to be flattened into a pancake. According to the forensic doctors' speculation, this state could only occur when an explosion equivalent to that of a cannonball occurred in the human body.

But think about it, how could a human produce an explosion like that?

Essenwell looked to the other side again. On the ground, countless pieces of flesh gathered together like living worms. Only the outlines of humans could be vaguely made out. There were at least five people here, mixed together in a twisted way. Except for the devil, no one could imagine why they were like this.

In another corner of the factory, there are some even more bizarre corpses. The bones, muscles and blood vessels of these corpses form some kind of tentacle-like structure. Of course, this is just the forensic statement. In fact, the appearance of these people has collapsed and turned into strange and terrifying monsters. Fortunately, there are bullet holes on their bodies, and they are probably killed by other people in the abandoned factory.

Just think about it and you can imagine a plot where your companions turn into monsters one by one, and then you have to kill them with a gun, and in the end even you can't escape the tragic fate.

Of course, this is outrageous.

Essenwell would rather believe that some cruel, cunning and perverted criminals were venting their cruel desires here.

He came to a room where the situation was even more tragic. There were half-eaten corpses, pieces of flesh that had stopped moving, and monsters with tentacles.

Here, Essenwell saw a strange object on the table.

That's a helmet.

Of course Essenwell recognized this helmet.

It is [Morning Star].

He himself doesn't pay much attention to this kind of gaming equipment, but his son who is in junior high school is a crazy fan of Lu Ban and wants him to get him one no matter what.

Fortunately, since knowing that Lu Ban’s equipment was only in Chinese, his son calmed down a bit. Eisenwell even suggested that his son learn Chinese, since it wouldn’t be a loss after all.

"Why is this thing here?"

Essenwell asked.

"[Morning Star] Ah, our colleagues in the technical team investigated the computer hard drive here and found that this hacker group might be working on cracking this device. Unfortunately, they seem to have failed. There are no relevant files in the hard drive. There is no other problem with this device except that it has been disassembled."

A colleague nearby answered.

"oh."

Essenwell shifted his gaze away from the helmet. He thought that these people must have been attacked when they were trying to crack it, and the helmet had no direct relationship with the case.

He looked around, and suddenly, some inspiration made Essenwell look at the ground.

He saw that the bloodstains on the ground of a boss chair seemed to form some regular pattern.

"Look here."

Essenwell carefully walked to the chair, squatted down, asked for a flashlight, and illuminated the ground.

He saw a shoe print on the coagulated blood.

There were many shoe prints left at the scene, enough to testify to the panic of those present at the time, but this shoe print was different from the others.

This is a woman's shoe print.

As an experienced criminal policeman, Essenwell could tell at a glance that these were the footprints of a young woman with high heels. She was quite slim and walked in this blood-stained place without any panic.

As we all know, this organization is registered, and there are no women on the death list traced so far.

Who is this woman?

Eisenwell vaguely felt that he might have grasped the key to this matter.

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.

In this quiet and busy crime scene, the sudden ringing of the bell gave many people a chill.

Essenwell took a look at the caller and found that it was from his immediate superior.

He hurriedly left the scene and went outside where the air was a little fresher to answer the phone.

"It's me. I'm at the scene. We've found some clues... What? Wait, but I... Okay, I get it."

Eisenwell hung up the phone.

His boss just told him that all the information related to this case should be sealed immediately and closed immediately and not be investigated further.

This made Eisenwell feel unreasonable.

But he has seen this kind of situation before. He has encountered such treatment in some cases involving areas that he cannot touch.

Although the detective's intuition told Eisenwell that there might be something bigger behind this incident, he still suppressed his curiosity.

After get off work, Eisenwell drove home, and he habitually turned on the car radio as background music.

At this time, he heard some noteworthy news.

"...According to our reporter, an explosion occurred at XXXX Company's experimental base in XXXX early this morning, and several engineers died in the accident. It is reported that the experimental base..."

He was listening to the unexpected news about a weapons company on the radio and had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Turning up the volume of the radio slightly and turning his sight from the radio to the front, Essenwell suddenly saw a charming woman in cheongsam right in front of his car.

He hurriedly stepped on the brakes, but the woman seemed not to notice him at all. She covered her face with a fan and walked across the street.

There were honking and roaring from behind, but Essenwell was stunned and unable to start the car.

An unpleasant premonition arose in his heart, and Essenwell finally turned his gaze back from the corner where the woman disappeared.

Boom boom boom——

The traffic police on duty knocked on Eisenwell's window and he put it down.

"Sir, are you having any problems?"

The traffic policeman asked.

"No, I didn't. I just wanted to avoid that lady..."

Eisenwell was somewhat incoherent.

"Miss?"

The traffic police looked at Eisenwell suspiciously, as if he was looking at a drug addict who was driving on the street after taking too much drugs.

"There are no ladies here, sir. This is right in the middle of the street."

The traffic police said.

Essenwell felt his back was soaked.