Transcendent Dawn

Early morning.

Long police tapes had already cordoned off No. 88 Silver Avenue.

After all, Claude is a renowned tycoon in Baixi, and his murder is no minor incident.

Especially since many documents scattered around the scene and the writing on the walls revealed his suspected involvement in smuggling and espionage, creating a huge public sensation concurrent with his death. It Aggravating certain people who had been in touch with Claude, secretively biting their teeth in frustration, but unable to do anything about it.

Johnson, a police officer in his forties, has dealt with an array of bizarre cases and handled some pretty tricky nighttime beasts over the course of his rich professional career.

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But at this moment, squatting inside the study, staring at the human figure outlined with chalk on the floor, his expression was unprecedently somber.

“The bodyguards swore they hadn’t let as much as a fly into the mansion, although their statements were not very reliable, after thorough investigation, it’d seem so… The murderer must have landed directly on the balcony, can he fly?”

Murmuring to himself, Johnson wondered: “And… given how quickly the fight was resolved, the killer is a ruthless and cold killing machine, killing decisively with every attack… a Justice Partner, perhaps?”

He was well aware that the kind of power the killer wields is way beyond what an ordinary officer could handle.

Therefore, he chose to report it at the first possible moment.

“A very powerful individual is involved in this case of suspected espionage, I am afraid it would be enough to mobilize the Kingdom Investigators, right?”

Muttered Johnson to himself.

Just the thought of those guys sent an uneasy shiver down his spine.

Although in many stories, investigators are portrayed as tall, handsome, and dashing figures, he was well aware that in reality, they were a group of pitiful creatures constantly grappling with loneliness and danger, on the brink of madness at any given time.

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The number of Investigators who are written off every year for various reasons are not an insignificant handful.

They are the hidden front line of the Kingdom, the real protectors, but they are also human, with limitations.

“I hope they can resolve this matter…”

Claude’s death has put a great deal of pressure on Johnson—from all different aspects, it was completely imaginable.

“Boss, the Investigator has arrived.”

At that moment, a police officer came in through the door, following behind him was a man dressed in a black trench coat.

The man seemed to be around thirty, with a gaunt face, bloodshot eyes, heavy dark circles under his eyes, and a sooty hat on his head. He seemed to have gone without sleep for quite some time and was currently relying on the cigarettes he was puffing on to keep him awake.

Smoking is not allowed on a crime scene!

Johnson swallowed back what he was about to say, and wisely stepped forward to say, “Sir Investigator, I am the local police officer, Johnson. I am here to hand over everything pertaining to this case…”

“Hmm, you can call me… ‘Vulture’!”

The Investigator casually offered an operational codename, and his sleepy eyes finally gained a bit of life, “Where’s the body?”

“It’s been shipped back to the police station, awaiting autopsy…”

“Foolish behavior…”

After making a round in the room, Vulture made a casual remark, “Moving the body could have lost us a lot of valuable leads… Some forms of evidence collection require the body to be at the initial scene…”

“I trust the professionalism of my men,” replied Johnson earnestly, “Please come with me to the balcony, that’s where the killer first landed…”

“I’ve already seen it…”

Vulture let out a whistle, “Just from the scene, our ‘Justice Partner’ appears to be a flying creature, or a person who is proficient in martial arts and wearing a Guyver outfit!”

“A Guyver outfit?”

Johnson exclaimed in surprise.

“Isn’t it strange? I find it strange as well… how could a Guyver suit, which is only deployed by the Kingdom’s secret forces, fall into the wrong hands?”

Vulture chuckled, showing off his yellow teeth, “Originally, I thought it was just a case of espionage, but now, it’s getting more and more interesting. I want to see the bodies and ask them a few questions.”

At his words, Johnson shivered involuntarily.

…

Police Station.

Morgue.

A wave of formaldehyde filled the air, mixed in with a faint stench, enough to make an average person vomit upon entering.

Vulture adjusted his hat, undeterred, and unzipped the body bag revealing Claude’s head that had been twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, as well as Rand’s shattered throat.

“Gentlemen… I hope your spirits haven’t dissipated yet and that you can answer a few questions.”

Vulture glanced at the serious Johnson who was waiting by the side, “Mister police officer, could you please step out for a moment, my friends are a bit shy, they may not be willing to appear in the crowd.”

“Alright…. Okay.”

Feeling a sweat bead down his forehead, Johnson quickly ushered the other police officers out of the area.

“Boss… is that a Kingdom Investigator?”

A young man in his twenties asked, “Can he really talk to the dead?”

“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, don’t listen what you shouldn’t listen to… unless you want a Special Court!” Johnson sternly reprimanded him, dutifully performing his door guard duties.

In the room.

Vulture had already taken out several glass vials and a small piece of candle.

“Spirit Calling Candle, made by distilling the carcass of a ghoul, can summon the spirit of the deceased, as long as the candle doesn’t burn out…”

He lit the candle, looking at the blackish flame, murmuring to himself.

Shortly after, Vulture took out a little bottle, tilted his head back, and poured the potion that was in it down his throat, “Elixir of the Dead Tongue, allows ordinary people to see the spirits of the dead and communicate with them…”

All of a sudden, the surrounding body bags writhed as though the bodies inside had come back to life, struggling fiercely.

“I’m sorry… all you gentlemen and ladies, I am not looking for you.”

Looking at the bodies around him, the color in Vulture’s eyes deepened, taking off his hat as a sign of respect.

But in the next instant, his facial expression drastically changed.

Because that piece of candle, as though it was doused in gasoline, was burning fiercely, forming a massive torch, bright and dazzling. It had burned out completely within a few seconds!

But those two bodies remained motionless, no sign of activity.

On the other hand, the surrounding dead bodies, as if stimulated, one of them, already half rotten, tore through the body bag, transforming into a ‘Walking Corpse’, baring its teeth at Vulture.

“Their spirits… have they been ‘processed’?”

Vulture let out a shocked whisper to himself, “Justice Partner…who on earth could it be?”

…

Outside the door, Johnson and others exchanged uneasy glances, hearing all sorts of beast-like roars and fight sounds coming from inside.

Just when they could no longer resist rushing in, the door was swung open. Vulture, covered in blood, walked out with a wearied face, “There’s some cleaning up to do inside…”

Upon peeking into the room, Johnson and a few of his men turned somewhat pale at the sight. The officer who asked the question earlier couldn’t help but cover his mouth and rush to the side to vomit violently.

It was a slaughterhouse!

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