This is...
Wang Congshan's gaze lingered briefly on the cover of the dossier.
The handwriting was sloppy but not ssy, with strong yet gentle strokes. It looked like it should be Wei Linglan's.
The middle-aged, single female artist still possessed notable painting and calligraphy skills; as a child, Wang Congshan often had Wei Linglan forge her parents' signatures on "Checked Test Papers" for her.
Actually, Li Ang could have helped her sign as well, but he would demand bribes like little raccoon snacks, Wei Long, Feiwang, Zhonghua Pills, and Fig Slices, which made it a poor deal.
Speaking of which, according to the usual practice of other departnts, public officials should not bring dossiers ho, especially those involving ongoing investigations.
Nevertheless, this neighborhood was constantly under the surveillance of the Special Affairs Bureau. Within the community were camouflaged anti- and anti-Spiritual Sense reconnaissance devices, disguised as trees and benches, making it quite safe. So, it wasn't a big deal.
"Let's see, celery, pork, tomatoes, eggs..."
Wang Congshan shifted her gaze away from the dossier, scrolling through her phone, flipping through recipes based on the types of vegetables.
She took an apron off the hook next to the fridge while considering what to cook for dinner.
Nutrition has to be on point.
POP.
Wei Linglan, lying on the couch, used her left fingernail to lightly pry open the pull tab of a canned cola. With her right hand, she picked up the remote, turned on the TV, and switched to a talent show.
The canned laughter from the TV program mixed with the sound of Wang Congshan washing rice and vegetables, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere, full of the breath of life.
A smile involuntarily appeared on the corner of Wei Linglan's mouth.
If it were the past, that girl Wang Congshan would definitely be sarcastic, making snide remarks, telling
to co over and help wash and prepare the vegetables. Today, she's quiet, earnestly focusing on cooking. She probably sees how swamped I am with overti and is being considerate of ... Tsk, this girl can be quite thoughtful.
Wei Linglan's eyelids drooped. Complacently sipping her ice-cold cola, she flicked her hand carelessly towards the door, and the dossier on the dining table flew up and returned to her grasp.
"Regarding the Qi Lianxiang case, the possibility of extracting mories from just before death from the bodies of other victims like Zhang Deping, Tong Yongguang, Ren Fa, Zhao Haining..."
What was packed in this bag was indeed the materials related to the Qi Lianxiang case.
After the discovery that Qi Lianxiang had disappeared unexpectedly and the traces were obscured by Divine Power, the bureau imdiately raised the case's confidentiality level considerably.
They also dispatched competent agents to collaborate secretly with colleagues from other departnts for the investigation.
The deeper they delved, the more they realized that the crazed ravings Qi Lianxiang uttered before disappearing might indeed be true.
There really could be soone, or so people, settling scores with them before the murderous ga arrived.
Over several years, they systematically eradicated everyone involved in the industry chain, finally making a move on Qi Lianxiang, causing his disappearance.
Qi Lianxiang might already be dead, or worse than dead...
Truth be told, these victims got what they deserved.
From an ordinary person's perspective, they might even loudly cheer for such acts, secretly praising the suspect as a Hero.
But justice is not the sa as correctness.
The order represented by the Special Affairs Bureau cannot condone this or let it pass.
Players possess far greater superhuman abilities than ordinary people, and precisely because of this, players are more likely to lose themselves in their power.
At the very beginning of this murderous ga, nurous such cases had already occurred.
Certain players who mastered techniques to beco stronger through devouring and plundering started by buying livestock from the market to nourish themselves and gain strength.
When they realized the quality of the flesh and Souls obtained from livestock was poor, they began targeting criminals under the guise of "acting on behalf of Heaven."
Eventually, even villains could no longer satisfy them.
They went after town bullies who contributed nothing, disgusting bosses encountered at work, rchants who deliberately sold short weight or counterfeit goods, and even strangers who bumped into them on the street and didn't apologize...
Players who suddenly possessed power began to scorn and ignore the existence of social order.
The high-pressure, blood-soaked life was a natural breeding ground for negative emotions.
If there wasn't a powerful force from a higher level to maintain social stability and uphold fairness, social order would rapidly collapse.
Consider South Arica and Africa; in those places, so players have already begun to proclaim themselves kings or deities, viewing the oppression and exploitation of ordinary people as their rightful privilege.
The Special Affairs Bureau didn't know the identity of the killer who murdered Qi Lianxiang and the others.
They didn't know the killer's purpose or motivation.
They didn't know where the killer was now, whether they were a player, or what level that player might be.
What they needed to do at present was to find the killer's real-world identity.
As for what to do after finding the killer, that would depend on the analysis by the Special Affairs Bureau's Intelligence Departnt.
If the killer was brutal, ruthless, devoid of humanity, and completely uncommunicative, they would implent a lure-and-eliminate strategy, erasing them while minimizing the impact as much as possible.
If the killer was open to communication and negotiation, willing to accept orders, and had committed no further cris, they would impose a light punishnt and attempt to recruit them.
If the killer was too powerful, and the Special Affairs Bureau could defeat them but only at a great cost...
Wei Linglan propped her feet on the coffee table and couldn't help but shake her head.
Judging by how the killer erased all traces of Qi Lianxiang in the end, he was definitely a top-tier player from the first or second echelon.
Although I don't want to admit it... class hierarchy, it really does exist.
And as the murderous ga progressed, the class barrier between players and ordinary people was steadily growing higher.
If the Special Affairs Bureau really did find the killer's real-world identity and confronted them, only to discover the person was a Demigod who refused any punishnt, what then?
Should they just laugh it off, propose a three-drink penalty, and act as if nothing had happened?
Or should they persist, demanding the killer report to the Special Affairs Bureau, forcibly undergo psychological evaluation and investigation, and provide evidence of not having committed further cris?
Wei Linglan didn't know.
"Whatever."
mber No. 024811 of Yin City's Mobile Detachnt Team 2, a salted fish employee, drank the last bit of cola from the can and, with a precise shot, tossed the can into the trash bin.
I wonder if the new technology from the Criminal Investigation Departnt will work. I heard they plan to extract brain tissue from corpses that haven't completely decomposed using a syringe, turn the tissue into a slurry, and inject it into a device called the STEM Consciousness Synchronization System. Then an agent would be dispatched to lie down in a bathtub-shaped device and would be able to access part of the dead person's mories. Hmm... it seems the central node of the STEM Consciousness Synchronization System is a script task boss Bai Haozheng brought back, right? Seriously, last ti he brought back the King of Shengnan, and this ti it's a Guardian from the Erald Dream. If word gets out, the Special Affairs Bureau might really get stuck with the weird label of being "good at abducting script bosses" by outsiders...
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