The scream was very strange, and there was no transition from tragic to silence, as if the master of the scream suddenly disappeared out of thin air halfway through.

Xiaoqian frowned slightly, but Jiang Han became excited.

"Let's go and have a look, maybe you can make extra money again."

After saying that, Jiang Han pulled Xiaoqian and walked towards the deep alley, but Xiaoqian did not move.

"Don't go, the people in the alley are very dangerous, I can feel it."

Seeing that Xiaoqian's already bloodless face turned paler, Jiang Han asked guiltily: "Is there a ghost like you in the alley?"

"No, he is the same soul comrade as you." Xiaoqian held Jiang Han's hand and pulled him in the opposite direction and ran away.

But before he could run two steps, two crisp applause suddenly came from the deep alley, and then a high wall rose out of thin air in front of Jiang Han.

"What are you running? I don't eat people."

Accompanied by the sound of high heels stepping on the ground, a woman walked out of the darkness of the deep alley.

Jiang Han turned his head tremblingly and found that the woman was a typical Western beauty, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and her every move was full of heroism. Her training-like gray windbreaker set off her temperament more perfectly.

"What's this handsome guy's name?"

"Passenger Jia." Jiang Han said without hesitation.

"What did you hear just now?"

"The dog barks."

Jiang Han felt that he could not fool him, so he could only solve the problem by force, so he pressed his hand on "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" through his clothes, ready to let Xiaoqian possess her at any time.

The woman looked back and forth at Jiang Han with a gaze that could scare people. After a while, she showed a bright smile.

"I like a fool like you."

After saying this, the woman slapped her hands twice, and the high wall that appeared out of thin air disappeared immediately, and then she disappeared into the alley herself.

Jiang Han and Xiaoqian looked at each other in confusion and both read a word from each other's eyes.

run!

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In the spacious and bright conference room of the Soul Deity Affairs Bureau, there were about a dozen men and women in suits and ties sitting. The director on the main seat smoked a cigar while listening to the assistant standing by the big screen introducing the new progress of the Soul Deity case in the Pagoda City Soul Deity case.

The assistant was named Wang Haibo. He had just joined the company and was inevitably a little nervous when he attended such a meeting for the first time. He not only hesitated, but also made mistakes in the pictures placed on the screen.

"Sorry, I'm wrong, this is a picture of my dog."

"Oh, I got it wrong again. This is a photo of the director taking part in a healthy hike in Baota City."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is my dog, this is the same, this is... Oh, no, no, no... This is not my dog, it is the director."

After successfully turning the director's face into purple, Wang Haibo finally brought up the correct picture.

"This picture was taken on June 12, five months ago. In the picture, the man dressed as Ultraman broke a drug deal in the city. The drugs were destroyed on the spot and the cash disappeared."

"On July 15, a man dressed as a hellboy rushed into the kitchen of the Imperial Farm, sent forty-two pangolins inside to the animal protection organization, and then robbed the cash from the hotel's secret vault."

"On August 1, Supergirl fell from the sky and stopped an airplane collision. On August 15, the Lich King ordered the waters in the south of the city to freeze and successfully rescued the family of three trapped on the island."

Wang Haibo changed the picture while explaining. On the last picture, a blond boy with a standing erotic kicked the gangster into the wall.

"This is a new incident three days ago. A man dressed as a Super Saiyan rescued a female student from a habitual criminal and collected three thousand yuan in cash as compensation."

"The information group believes that this is a gang composed of a group of unregistered soul condors. The members disguised themselves as various characters in novels and comics to go out to play with black people, and to fight crime while accumulating money."

After saying that, Wang Haibo turned off the screen and waited for the director's instructions.

However, the director was not in a hurry to express his opinion. After slowly exhaling three smoke rings, he nodded slightly to the bearded man on his left head.

Beard immediately said contemptuously: "I think it's better to leave such small matters to the area to handle, and there's no need to make a fuss at the monthly meeting."

Wang Haibo couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw that his beard looked down on the case he had carefully sorted out. He had to know the only few evidence photos, but he had worked hard to get it from homeless people and street photography internet celebrities.

"But...there are probably quite a lot of people in this gang."

"So what if there are too many people? Judging from your report, these guys have combat abilities between F and E. They can only bully ordinary gangsters and can't cause any storm. They want to act as a police officer to crack down on crimes in the city, which is a helping us. We can turn a blind eye and focus on cases that are really important."

Although the director does not like the extremely unrigorous attitude of bearding, he has to admit that in the current situation of serious shortage of staff in the bureau, matters must be prioritized. Such low-threat soul-dividing incidents can indeed be released later.

Just as he was about to let Wang Haibo continue to talk about the next case, a crisp female voice suddenly came from the corner.

“Can I express my opinion?”

The person who spoke was a short-haired woman in her thirties. She sat in the most inconspicuous corner. If she didn't speak, no one knew her existence.

The bearded woman immediately frowned when she saw the short-haired woman: "This kind of meeting efficiency is low, and many people's precious time has been wasted. I think the intern soul officer should not speak."

The short-haired woman did not respond, but just looked straight at the director, waiting for a reply.

The director looked at her, then looked at her beard, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Tell me, Han Yinuo."

Han Yinuo immediately sat upright and said slowly: "If this is done by a gang, there is really nothing worth noting, but if it is just one person, you must pay great attention!"

There was a brief silence in the conference room, and then immediately fell into a sea of ​​joy, laughing and tilting backwards, even the director covered his mouth with his hands.

"A person plays so many roles? Han Yinuo, are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious."

Han Yinuo's eyes became more and more firm, and under her gaze, many people gradually curled their smiles.

But his beard drove his feet to the conference room even more violently, and the soil on his boots shook in front of the director.

"Han Yinuo, is there any basis for you to say that?"

"No, it's just my intuition."

"Intuition? Do you know what you are talking about? If so many things are done by a soul deed, then this person has all the genealogical soul deeds, flight systems, teleportation systems, ice, fire, long-range, melee combat, and even funny systems."

The director endured the smell of smoked fish from his bearded feet and said softly: "That's right, if there really is such a soul confiscator, it would have been a major event that shocked the entire Lixia Kingdom, but... it is impossible for such a person to exist."

Seeing that the director had spoken, Han Yinuo stopped insisting.

After all, the secret to longevity is not to argue with idiots.

"Okay, the next case."

Before Wang Haibo could open the screen, the door beside him suddenly slammed open with a 'bang'. A man rolled and crawled to the table, and said in angrily:

"Director, something big happened. The patrolman just found a mummy in an alley on Meiqianqu Street!"

While the people in the entire conference room were still thinking about what this meant, Han Yinuo suddenly stood up.

"Immediately notify Li Xia's headquarters and ask them to send adaptive troops to support."

"Slowly!" said the beard yelling at Han Yino, "We can't solve anything by ourselves. We want to alarm Li Xia's headquarters?"

The director was the second person in the audience to figure it out. His face, which was originally relaxed and freehand, instantly lost its blood color: "This mummy...is probably done by people from the Apocalypse clan."

"That's right, that's exactly that." Han Yinuo said deeply,

"The Apocalypse is a European Soul Dealer clan. Soul Dealer has nothing to do with blood. Children of ordinary people may become Soul Dealer, and children of Soul Dealer may be just ordinary people. However, the Apocalypse tribe uses a method to make all children in the clan be born Soul Dealer."

"What...what method?" Beard asked awkwardly.

Wang Haibo immediately called out information from the Apocalypse tribe on the screen, explaining: "The pregnant women of the Apocalypse tribe can absorb human essence through secret techniques within the clan, thereby inducing the soul contract of babies in their bodies. The person who is absorbed in the essence will become a mummy, with nothing left except a layer of withered skin."

Bearded Changshu breathed and said, "Oh, to put it bluntly, it's a more disgusting murder of the soul comrade."

Han Yinuo stared at the beard fiercely: "It was a series of murders by the Soul Confidant. The pregnant Apocalypse tribe must absorb human essence every full night. The first time is one person, the second time is two person, the third time is four person, the fourth time is eight person, and so on. Do you know how many people will die in ten months?"

“How many more…?”

"1023 people." Han Yinuo, Wang Haibo and the director spoke in unison.

When other people in the conference room heard this number, they realized the seriousness of the problem.

Thousands of people died in ten months, and after the war, there were not so many unnatural deaths in Baota City.

Han Yinuo turned to the man who rushed in to inform the news and asked, "Have you found that Apocalypse clan's person?"

“Report…no.”

"As expected, the beauty of handsome men and women of the Apocalypse tribe is good at disguising and hiding. The average comprehensive strength of the tribe is B-level, and there are also top Soul Contractors of S-level."

Beard was shocked: "Then we can't deal with it."

"So, as I said at the beginning, we need to transfer the quick response troops from the headquarters."

The director nodded vigorously: "I'm going to apply now. To locate and capture this Apocalypse tribe, the headquarters needs to send a perception type that can accurately sense soul silk, and a powerful combat type."

"Or someone who is proficient in both." Han Yinuo said decisively, "I recommend Situ Baidi!"
Chapter completed!