Given that the situation is a bit chaotic, let’s sort out the status quo a little.

When I returned to the lobby on the first floor of the Security Bureau, I was attacked by a "slightly familiar old man". I had already identified the old man's true identity when he broke his suitcase. He met on the evening of the first day of my acquittal, and now he is working in the logistics department of the Security Bureau to deal with the remains and other work.

Although I don't know why the corpse collector sneaked into me, when I witnessed one of the contents that exploded from the suitcase, his motivation and purpose had become insignificant.

The contents of this piece were soaked in the light yellow liquid in the glass box, and the pale broken hand... Even if it was just one hand, I could tell it in an instant that this was the "it" hand!

In an instant, I felt like I had been experiencing a long-lost feeling, as if my mind was split in half by something, half of which was a normal awake self, and the other half was a self whose brain was chaotic, crazy and corrupted, so crazy that even I could not expect what I would do. I could not stop the latter from doing what, and even felt like I was swallowed up by the latter again.

Is this turbid and hot dark feeling from my heart, or from the so-called hypnosis and brainwashing? I don’t understand, and I can’t understand it anyway. When will such confusion and pain be punished? When will I be able to get rid of such torture?

Guide me, embrace me, and continue to mess up my brain with your slippery and cold body. As always, it is like I violate your body, and I will violate my dignity and spirit to the fullest.

I stretched out my hand to the glass box that was rotating in the air without hesitation. However, just as my fingertips were about to touch the target, an extremely strange aura suddenly appeared close to me and the old man; at the same time, the owner of this aura took the lead and grabbed the glass box.

Once he succeeded, the man suddenly disappeared from his original position and appeared twenty steps away.

It was a man in his thirties. He was wearing a white formal attire, with a researcher-like calmness and insight on his face. He held a glass box in his left hand, and could not see the weapon in his right hand, and he could not find the feeling of a warrior in his standing posture and movements.

Without thinking, I followed the extremely strong desire and impulse and advanced towards him. At the same time, another normal and sober self living in my heart had already reached a rational conclusion by relying on the increased amplitude through the Siren Blade that I was not his opponent.

Although he was not like a warrior, he must have extremely powerful power. I realized from him that it was as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff and staring downward.

Although there is no unified level standard such as level one, level two, and level three in the world of warlocks, even the seemingly huge power gap cannot determine all the outcome. Many times, as long as the weak plan well, they have the opportunity to reverse and turn the tables in the battle with the strong; however, this guy in front of him is different, and there is a dimensional gap between him and other warlocks. He is definitely an extremely high-level character in the warlock system.

Not only me now, but even as a demon, I am definitely not a match for this person.

This reminds me of the feeling when I was facing that "Lerque".

Why did a warlock of this level suddenly appear here? I didn't even have time to think about this kind of thing, and my body had already started to act before my own thinking. The distance of twenty steps seemed to turn into a difference of one step, and in a blink of an eye it crossed over, and the Siren blade aimed at his face and slashed it with all its strength.

The man in white looked at me without changing his face and stretched out his right hand, as if he wanted to block my killing attack with his hands.

However, just as his palm was about to come into contact with my axe, his face suddenly changed slightly, and his body suddenly disappeared from the spot and reappeared in the distance.

This cannot be explained by purely fast speed. If his speed is really that fast and even my perception cannot capture the slightest trace, then the sound barrier must have been broken through. But the fact is that even the airflow does not generate much. Is this a space transfer?

"The power of the true spirit?" He actually glanced at the Siren's Blade with fear.

Could it be that he was afraid of being attacked by the Siren Blade? Realizing this, it was even more impossible for me to retreat and attack again.

On the other side, the blue bird who noticed the situation here seemed to have to move.

But at this moment, a new shock happened. Just as the man in white finished speaking, and when I just took a step, a thunderous sound exploded from a distance, "——White Joe!"

I can only complete what happened next by combining the moment before me and with my own imagination.

While the blew up, a purple thunder shattered the walls of the lobby from deeper into the Security Bureau. In an instant, the thunder rushed to the man in white and turned into an interrogator he had seen. He held a big sword in his hand and hit the man in white and smashed it, but was avoided by his previous magic that seemed to be the transfer of space. After the big sword fell to the floor, the lobby on the first floor of the Security Bureau suddenly vibrated violently, and a thick gully spanned the two walls burst out in the loud noise.

In fact, the pictures I saw were not in such an obvious order. Purple thunder, the sudden appearance of the interrogator, the disappearing man in white, the big sword, the vibration, the loud noise, the ravines... It is not an exaggeration to say that these things appeared at the same time in my perception, and the things happened too quickly.

The man in white appeared in the distance again, but he didn't even look at the interrogator, but looked directly at me.

"You are the demon Li Duo, who actually accepted the power of this kind of thing..." A moving color appeared in his mechanical and cold expression. Specifically, it was a complex expression of sympathy. He raised the glass box in his hand. "You have no idea how important things you have exchanged. It is ten thousand times stronger to sign a contract with the demon than to contaminate the magic of this monster. Your soul can never escape its curse. What awaits you in the future will be endless loneliness and pain."

His alarmist content and his swearing tone made me feel extremely puzzled.

But now is not the time to listen to this.

I can leave any problem for the later period. The most urgent thing is to grab that hand. Although I still can't imagine how I will defeat him, and I know that my actions are extremely impulsive and incompetent, now I am no longer able to control my reason. I watched helplessly as I was swept away by the most familiar madness and rushed towards him.

After he finished speaking, he stopped stopping, and with the spell that was probably a space movement, he disappeared from the first floor lobby of the Security Bureau.

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After the man in white left, I was surrounded by the law enforcement warlocks of the Security Bureau.

No wonder they had such a nervous reaction. In their opinion, although the subsequent events were confused, the fact that I, a perverted murderer, attacked the corpse collector in the security bureau was quite clear. At this time, I finally calmed down and did not rashly go out to chase the man in white. Moreover, I couldn't figure out where he left from that kind of movement like a space transfer.

The blue bird protected me without hesitation, confronted other law enforcement warlocks, and looked at the interrogator in the distance.

The interrogator seemed to be thinking about something silently. After a moment, he threw the sword to his head. The sword broke into the air and scattered into countless tiny thunders and wiped out. He walked towards us.

"Teacher." The blue bird shouted.

The interrogator first glanced at the corpse collector, who was standing by the side nervously.

He looked at the bluebird again, "What happened?"

Bluebird explained her previous experience in detail. Although she did not notice the corpse collector's sneak attack on me, she also witnessed the glass box running out of the corpse collector's exploding suitcase and the broken hand in the glass box. As she told the story, the corpse collector's body trembled, and the interrogator looked over from time to time.

Next, the interrogator asked me the reason for attacking the corpse collector, and I told the truth. Upon hearing this, the blue bird glared at the corpse collector.

"Is this the case for the corpse collector?" Finally, the interrogator looked at the corpse collector again.

The latter lowered his head and dared not say anything.

"Okay, there are many people here, let's change the place." The interrogator nodded and faced Qingniao again, "Aren't you going to take Li Duo for a physical examination? Let's do the physical examination first."

I really want to know why the corpse collector had "it" broken hand, and why the man in white snatched that hand. But looking at this situation, I either knew the result of the interrogation through the Blue Bird, or tried to abduct the corpse collector and torture it privately, and now I can only stop.

Fortunately, not long after, I had the opportunity to know directly.

Thirty minutes later, I had a physical examination accompanied by Qingniao. This time someone came to inform us that the interrogator wanted to invite us to the interrogation room.

When we arrived at the interrogation room, I found that there were still several people here, including the interrogator himself and the corpse collector sitting on the iron chair, including Qiao Licorice and two other white-clothed inner warriors.

"The Demon Li Duo is here too..."

"I heard that he had recovered his strength and took out the Siren's Blade..."

"Quiet." The interrogator interrupted the whispers of the two sages.

When Qiao Gancao saw me coming in, hesitated for a while, walked over and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?" I asked in confusion.

"I should have told you about the corpse collector earlier..." she sighed, "but she didn't expect that he hadn't given up yet, and this matter had something to do with that Bai Qiao..."

Bai Ju... I was chanting this name in my mind. The interrogator used this name to call the man in white.

And even before, Bluebird also mentioned this name.

The Epiphany White Horse, or the Great Warlock White Horse.

One of the warlocks standing at the top of the warlock system.

That would bring me the feeling that I could not defeat anyway.

Even he seemed a little afraid of the Siren Blade, because the Siren Blade could ineffectively transform the immortal body of the elixir warlock? However, even if the Siren Blade had a mysterious force that could cause a real killing effect on him, it would not be expected to be useful under such a huge gap in power. If the interrogator had not entered the field strongly in the middle of the journey, I might have died at the hands of the White Horse.

I recalled the alarmist words Bai Ju said to me at the end, and the "true spirit power" he mentioned earlier.

He seemed to have some secrets about "it", and the reason for his snatching that hand was probably based on those secrets.

The power of the true spirit - what does that mean? Does it refer to the Siren blade?

I will put this question aside and ask Qiao Licorice again, "Did you know what plans are for the corpse collector before?"

"No, I just..." She shook her head, "Anyway, you should know it right away."

Since she said that, I no longer asked questions and focused on the corpse collector.

The interrogator looked at me, "Originally, outsiders are not suitable for appearance in such occasions, but this incident involves Bai Ju, a super criminal who has been absconding for many years. I hope to be more powerful. The reason I summoned you here is because this incident may be related to you. If you have any questions later, you can ask directly."

"Okay." I nodded.

"Then..." He looked at the corpse collector again, "You are willing to say it now. Let's start with that hand. If Li Duo did not admit his mistake... No, he would not admit his mistake. Why did the Siren's hand appear in your suitcase? In the body treatment report you submitted, the Siren's body has been burned into ashes by you, and the ashes have been abandoned, right?"

"I can prove this, too." Qiao Gancao said, "I saw him burning the remains of the sirens with his own eyes, so he shouldn't have one hand left."

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Qingniao said unexpectedly, "You are not in the department responsible for handling monster bodies, why did you confirm the incineration scene of the Siren's body?"

Joe Licorice was silent for a moment and said, "Because...before...I witnessed him trying to transfer the Siren's body outside the Security Bureau. Although he was stopped at that time, in order to prevent him from committing another crime, I supervised him on the spot to incinerate the body."

The interrogator stared at her, "continue."

Joe Licorice began to tell her own personal experience.

On the eve of the day I was acquitted, Qiao Gancao stayed in the Security Bureau to work overtime to handle my psychological analysis report. She said she was a little sleepy at that time, so she went out of the office. At that time, most people in the Security Bureau had already got off work, and the lobby on the first floor was empty. She was there for a moment and planned to go back. When she went back, she found a sneaky figure coming out of the corridor on the other side.

The figure was the corpse collector.

He quietly pushed the trolley carrying the body bags and walked towards the exit of the Security Bureau.
Chapter completed!