It's a sunny Monday.

In a place like Songhai, commuting during the morning rush hour is always a headache. Whether it is an elevated road or a ground road, the traffic is so congested that it makes people's blood pressure soar.

Ordinary office workers do not have to worry about traffic jams when taking the subway, but they have to endure the test of being sandwiched from all sides.

In the early morning sunshine, Zhang Yuanqing, carrying a backpack, rode a shared bicycle on the bustling streets of Songhai, biting a pancake in his mouth.

He easily overtook one private car, commercial vehicle and bus after another, and the youthful vigor flew along with his bangs.

Songhai University is five or six kilometers away from his grandmother's home, and it only takes 15 minutes to ride a bicycle, so he usually does not live on campus.

Because he was promoted to the Night Walker, he rode his bicycle, which was usually very tiring, all the way to the university gate in one breath. He took out his cell phone and saw that it only took him ten minutes.

He would have been even faster if there hadn't been so many electric bikes on the bike lane.

Songhai University was founded in the early 20th century, 120 years ago, and is one of the top universities in the country.

In addition to its high-quality faculty, Songhai University's two greatest features are: beautiful flowers are good at finding good owners, and brave warriors are brave enough to practice fencing.

My grandmother used to warn my aunt that girls should know how to protect themselves in school. Now that she is older, she has to warn her grandson, the boy, to protect himself in school.

Grandma is very dissatisfied with the state of the world.

After entering the school gate and passing the main axis with the sculpture of the founder, he rode slowly towards the teaching building along the road lined with sycamore trees on the right.

The environment inside the college is elegant and quiet. Students are either taking short videos, chatting on benches on the roadside, or rushing to class with textbooks in their arms.

The spacious and clean streets, green lawns, and old dormitory buildings make it look more like a quiet high-end residential area at first glance, and it does not have a strong school feel.

Zhang Yuanqing parked his bicycle outside the building, carried his schoolbag, and walked into the comprehensive building.

Arriving at the trapezoidal classroom, Zhang Yuan took a quick look and saw that the students were scattered in twos and threes, and many of them had skipped classes.

He picked a seat at random and just sat down when he heard two boys whispering behind him:

"I just saw Xu Yingying at the school gate. She was waiting for her sponsor again."

"Nonsense, how could my goddess be kept by someone?"

"Really? Every Monday there is a man who comes to pick her up. He drives a luxury car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. I saw it last Monday."

"Did you see it clearly? Maybe it's an online car-hailing service."

"Would you kiss a ride-hailing driver?"

"...Damn it. When I was in middle school, girls liked the top students. When I went to college, girls liked the rich guys out there. When will ordinary boys stand up?"

Xu Yingying is a girl in the same class. She is very beautiful and is the most beautiful girl in their class.

Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but look back, and said jokingly with a smile: "The wife in the hard drive can help you stand up."

The two boys seemed to have not expected Zhang Yuanqing to interrupt and were stunned for a moment.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at them and asked, "What's wrong?"

The male classmate named Li Lesheng laughed and said, "Zhang Yuanqing, what good thing happened to you today? This is not like you."

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

Li Lesheng was about to speak when the teacher wearing black-framed glasses walked in with a book in his arms, and the noisy classroom immediately became quiet.

..........

Kangyang District, Maile Hotel.

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On the 16th floor, the elevator door opened, and Li Dongze, dressed in a formal suit with a black vest and a white shirt, walked out of the elevator with a cane.

His thin face was full of solemnity, and Guan Ya followed behind him.

All guests on the entire floor were cleared out, and a cordon was set up at the intersection leading to the corridor from the elevator, with two security guards standing guard at the cordon.

Guan Ya stepped forward in high heels, took out her ID and gestured.

The security guard immediately cleared the road.

On the corridor leading to the room, several uniformed security guards were busy taking photos or collecting fingerprints, hair and other items.

Li Dongze passed by the crowd and entered the hotel room, and immediately smelled a bloody smell.

He glanced across the hotel suite, where two bodies covered with white cloth lay, and the white sheets were stained with large patches of dark red blood.

Li Dongze stretched out his cane and lifted the white cloth, revealing a man and a woman lying naked.

He was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "It is indeed Zhao Yingjun."

Guan Ya carefully checked every corner of the room, with wisps of white mist leaking out of her pupils. After a while, she said:

"There were no signs of a fight in the room, no signs of human handling... There were only two ** in the trash can, but three of the ** in the box were gone..."

After saying this, she looked at the female victim with some pity.

Li Dongze covered the white cloth again and said in a deep voice:

"Guan Ya, you stay here to assist the security guards in collecting fingerprints and hair and retrieving surveillance videos. I need to contact Captain Fu and the captains. I may need to go to a meeting."

Guan Ya nodded slightly: "I will sync the details of the scene and the character information to your phone later."

Zhao Yingjun is an advisor to the Xiangshui Road Security Bureau, a member of the White Tiger Soldier Corps, and a level 2 scout.

A member of the Five Elements Alliance was killed. This is a big event.

...........

On the second floor of the villa, there is a small meeting room.

The conference room is decorated very exquisitely and luxuriously, with soft wool carpets on the floor and a long solid wood conference table in the middle.

The table was laid with exquisite fruit platters, crystal clear ham slices, expensive imported red wine, boxes of cigars, and delicate desserts.

At the end of the conference table, a white projection screen was hung, playing a surveillance video of the hotel.

In the video, a man wearing a baseball cap and a mask walked from the elevator entrance, walked to the door of the guest room, took out the room card, opened the door, and entered the room.

40 minutes later, the man walked out of the room with his hands in his pockets and his head down.

The video ended, Li Dongze pressed the pause button, looked at the captains at the table, and said:

"This morning, the hotel called the police. When the waiter was cleaning the room, he knocked on the door but couldn't open it, so he went in to check and found that the two people had been killed. Zhao Yingjun had been abused before his death. His body was covered with knife wounds and his hands and feet had signs of being tied up, but the fatal injury was that a sharp weapon pierced his heart.

"The female victim was named Liu Xiao'e. She was also stabbed in the heart by a sharp weapon, but she was not tortured. Based on the missing body parts at the scene, we suspect she was insulted by the murderer before her death.

“In addition, the Public Security Bureau checked the mobile phones of the two and confirmed that Liu Xiao’e was Zhao Yingjun’s mistress.

"We checked the surveillance footage from other entrances and exits of the hotel, but we couldn't find out how the murderer left. He must have some special means to avoid surveillance. We initially speculate that the murderer is a spiritual realm walker."

There were six people sitting at the table.

The chief was a young man in a white suit. He had the arrogance and nobility of a young master from an aristocratic family. He had a handsome short ponytail, his facial features were like a sculpture, and he was so handsome that one could not look directly at him.

The first position on the left is empty, that is Li Dongze's position.

On the right is a woman holding an orange cat, wearing a cheongsam with ink painting. The plumpness and charm of a mature woman are undoubtedly revealed. Her beautiful face is well-maintained, firm and fair, and she is wearing light makeup, with a quiet and elegant temperament.

Next to her was a middle-aged man wearing a miner's hat and work clothes. His dark skin showed the vicissitudes of life of a worker.

Opposite her was a gym coach wearing a tight suit. His sturdy arms were as thin as a woman's waist. His eyebrows were sharp, and a sense of irritability came over him as he looked around.

The last one was a woman in her twenties, wearing a white racing suit, tight leather pants, black wavy hair, and an oval face. She looked cool and handsome.

These five are the captains of the Kangyang District Spiritual Realm Walker Team. Several others were absent for various reasons.

The young man in the white suit looked around, his dark brown eyes calmly reflecting on the lake, and said calmly:

"Everyone, what do you think... Captain Qingteng, you go first."

The beautiful lady in cheongsam frowned slightly: "Ordinary spiritual realm practitioners wouldn't dare to kill our official people. Could it be a spiritual realm practitioner of an evil profession who did it?"

Li Dongze replied: "We are still investigating Zhao Yingjun's recent interpersonal relationships."

If it was done by a spiritual walker of an evil profession, the seriousness of the incident would be raised to a higher level.

Fire Master Dajiba raised his eyebrows and burst into anger, "Evil profession? These stinky rats in the gutter dared to kill my Five Elements Alliance. I will make them pay the price."

The others looked solemn. Bai Long, who was wearing a racing suit, groaned:

"How strong is Zhao Ying's army?"

Li Dongze looked at Fu Qingyang.

Fu Qingyang said: "There is a defensive item."

Hearing this, Bai Long's face became serious. "Although the Level 2 scout is not good at fighting, it is not that easy to kill him with the defensive items, not to mention without alerting the guests in the next room. Based on this, we can preliminarily judge the strength of the murderer."

Tang Guoqiang, the owner of a construction company wearing a miner's hat, said in a deep voice:

“Very powerful.”

The big muscle tyrant snorted coldly and repeated his previous words: "So what if you are very powerful? Anyone who dares to kill my Five Elements Alliance must die no matter how powerful they are."

Bai Long silently held his forehead, thinking that when discussing matters, could he kick the idiot from the Red Fire Gang out first.

Li Dongze said: "After our investigation, we found that Zhao Yingjun has many mistresses, and he especially likes to support female college students. We are investigating his mistresses one by one."

The big muscle tyrant frowned and asked, "Why?"

"Zhao Yingjun and his mistress did not have a fixed hotel for trysts, but the murderer was able to find the hotel address and lock the room number, which shows that he had a certain understanding of Zhao Yingjun's movements. He was either an acquaintance or had been tracking him for a long time." Li Dongze said:

"The one who knows you best is always the woman beside you. We may be able to get some clues from Zhao Yingjun's mistress."

The captains nodded solemnly.

Li Dongze continued:

"Zhao Yingjun was tortured and abused before his death. Just imagine, what did the murderer torture him for? What did he get out of the torture? Regardless of whether the murderer was motivated by revenge or was an evil professional, this is an issue that we should treat with great caution."

The captains present all looked slightly unhappy.

Evil professions and lawful professions have always been incompatible, hunting and tracking each other.

What can interest evil professions is, of course, the information about official spiritual realm travelers, and even their hiding places.

If the murderer is not an evil profession, and a powerful spiritual traveler risked offending the official organization, sneaked into the hotel to interrogate and kill people, the truth behind it might be more complicated.

Qing Teng said in a deep voice: "We must find the murderer as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Dajiba looked around and said, "Why didn't Yuan Ting come? Let him devour Zhao Yingjun's spirit and obtain Zhao Yingjun's memory. Then we will know who the murderer is."

The importance of the night-wandering god who can control spirits instantly becomes apparent.

Fu Qingyang shook his head and said:

"Yesterday, Taiyi Sect summoned all the official Night Wanderers to the capital for a meeting. Yuan Ting was not in Songhai."

His expression was calm from beginning to end, as if he wouldn't panic even if the sky fell.

Going to Beijing to discuss matters? The captains' hearts sank. If Yuan Ting was not there, the Night Walkers from other regions would definitely not be there either.

Isn't this too much of a coincidence? The murderer didn't strike early or late, but chose to strike when the night wandering gods came to Beijing en masse.

The big muscle bully said angrily: "What's wrong with Taiyi Sect? Why didn't they hold a meeting earlier? Why did they choose this time? We should have trained our own Night Wandering God a long time ago."

Li Dongze said helplessly:

"The cause and effect are reversed. The murderer chose this time... Never mind. It's not important. Don't worry. We have our own Night Walker."