"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 smell 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 time 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 flames and was no longer human.

He was deprived of his "face".

"Where are the surveillance images from the time of the crime?"

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 there was no abnormality displayed."

"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 while, his pupils shrank and he fell into silence.

Locke examined the corpse. He used his ability to stir up a breeze and conduct some 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.

"Found out..."

The subordinate's voice was a little hoarse: "The deceased is...Professor Hollin of Holy Cross College."

"Hollin?!"

Hearing this name, 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 craftsmen 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.

I never expected that the deceased in this accident would 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 moment, there was a noise outside the corridor. Locke raised his head and saw a very young figure.

He was a young man with "Dongzhou appearance", black hair and black eyes. Although he was smiling, his eyes were as dark as abyss.

The first sight of his eyes makes people feel palpitations.

"People from Dongzhou..."

Locke felt that this face was familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

He stood up and asked in a deep voice: "Who is your Excellency?"

This must be the rumored "Star Messenger". Gu Shen looked at the young man with three stars tattooed on his shoulder sleeves and said slowly: "It doesn't matter who I am..."

He turned slightly to make way for the road behind him.

"Grand Maester Ian?"

Locke's heart thumped, and he glanced at his subordinates angrily.

The deceased has just been identified.

Ian arrived immediately.

The latter had an innocent face, indicating with his eyes that the matter had nothing to do with him...

"Let go."

Locke sighed softly and waved to his subordinates who had set up a cordon.

Four people entered the cordon.

He knew both the Grand Maester and Hooper. On the first day he took office in Linz, Locke knew that this old man was the most important person in the whole town. Once something went wrong, the people in the upper city would be furious... But there was something else.

He had never seen these two young men before.

In addition to the black-haired young man from before, there is also a woman in ancient clothes wearing a white cat mask. She looks slim and outstanding, as if she has stepped out of a painting. The one in front is too scary to look at. This one

It makes people want to take a second look.

Are these two young men also disciples of Archmaester Ian?

Over the years, Locke has seen many people coming from the upper city to see the Grand Master... Except for Professor Hollin, no one seems to have successfully entered the small courtyard.

"Sir, are we going to do this now?"

The subordinates on the side lowered their voices.

"What if?"

Locke raised his hand and said calmly: "This case is too weird and beyond our control. Since the deceased is Professor Holling, the city will definitely send more powerful 'Star Envoys' here."

"You mean, the murderer is stronger than you? Maybe the eighth layer of the deep sea?"

The subordinate was in a trance when he heard this.

"Eighth floor? Haha..."

Locke, who had inspected the body, shook his head and felt palpitations in his heart.

I looked at the wounds on Mr. Huo Lin's body for a long time, but I still couldn't figure out which one was the real fatal wound. The murderer who caused all this is probably much more powerful than the eighth floor...

He looked at the two young men squatting in front of a pool of blood with some curiosity.

From the looks of it, these two were probably in their twenties.

At this age, no matter how talented he is, he should be at the third level at most, right? Can they really see anything?

Gu Shen looked calmly at the pool of blood.

[Profiling]'s shadow was blurry at the station, and the one who did it interfered with the mental retrieval.

Expected operation.

He asked softly: "When were the surveillance images lost?"

"At one o'clock in the morning last night." Chu Ling said: "There was a gap of about fifteen minutes...Fifteen minutes later, everything returned to normal, and the images in the monitoring room were replaced with static ones."

Since it was a remote town, no one took the train late at night, so no one in the monitoring room noticed anything strange until the body was discovered in the early morning.

"Senior Brother Huolin... I came back this time to share some research results on ancient Chinese prose."

Looking at the solidified blood on the ground, Hooper looked sad.

I thought that when I came back this time, I would have a smooth meeting, but I didn't expect...

Such surprises will happen.

Ian sat numbly in his wheelchair.

Looking at this faceless corpse, the old man's fingers couldn't help but tremble. From the spiritual link device, only a rough and hoarse breathing sound came... He didn't say anything, or he was immersed in "sadness"

, can’t say anything.

"..."

Gu Shen narrowed his eyes, looked at the pool of blood, and suddenly said: "His briefcase... was taken away."

"briefcase?"

Locke on the side looked surprised when he heard this word.

"Yeah, briefcase."

Gu Shen stood up, looked at the person in charge of Linz, and said, "You can call up the boarding video of the uptown train and see what it looked like when Huo Lin boarded the train..."

"There is indeed a briefcase!"

The subordinate quickly realized this. He looked at the pool of blood again, examined it again, and said: "Sir Locke, the 'briefcase' that Mr. Huo Lin carried with him is really missing..."

"Idiot!" Locke cursed angrily in a low voice: "Such important information..."
To be continued...