"Just...dead?"
"Yes, Lord Locke."
A long cordon was set up at the waiting station in the small town of Linz.
Inside the cordon, there was a pool of blood.
A hot wind with a slightly bloody sll blew through the corridor. Locke squatted in front of a pool of blood with a complicated expression. As a star envoy guarding the small town of Linz, this was the first ti he encountered such a strange "extraordinary event" after taking office for several years.
The dead man's neck was broken and turned over, and all he could see was a face that had been burned by the flas until it was no longer human.
He was deprived of his "face".
"Where are the surveillance images from the ti of the cri?"
Locke looked up.
He looked at the roof of the corridor and frowned slightly: "Didn't the siren sound?"
"Sir...this is what's weird."
The subordinate said respectfully: "The control room at Linz Station was peaceful last night and did not show any abnormalities."
"Deep sea malfunction?"
This absurd idea passed through Locke's mind, and he quickly shook his head: "It may be that the station's hardware is aging... Since there is no image, let's start from the starting station of the train to find out the identity of the deceased."
"Starting station..."
The subordinate brought up the deepwater area file search interface and searched according to the clues given by Locke. After a mont, his pupils shrank and he fell into silence.
Locke examined the corpse. He used his ability to stir up a breeze and conduct so subtle inspections of the bottom without contact.
The windbreaker was very smooth, as if it had never been in a fight.
It seems that the entire fighting process was very fast, without twists and turns, and was completely a crushing battle...
The murderer may be a third-level or even higher transcendent.
"Has it been found out?"
After a few seconds, he frowned and asked.
"It was found out..."
The subordinate's voice was a little hoarse: "The deceased is...Professor Hollin of Holy Cross College."
"Hollin?!"
Hearing this na, Locke couldn't help but raise his voice by three points.
He looked shocked and looked at the deceased's windbreaker again... It was indeed custom-made by the craftsn in the upper city, and the coat of arms was engraved with the college coat of arms of the Holy Cross... This news made him feel dizzy subconsciously.
In this small town of Linz, except for the bachelor, there are no big people.
Unexpectedly, the deceased in this accident turned out to be the famous Mr. Hollin!
"Sorry, can we go in and have a look?"
A very soft voice sounded outside the cordon.
Locke was startled.
The cordon was controlled by the low-level transcendent from the Tower of Source. At this mont, there was a noise outside the corridor. Locke raised his head and saw a very young figure.
It was a young man with "Dongzhou appearance
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