When George and Joe arrived here, the police from the local police station had already blocked off the slum apartment building.
Just as the two got off the car, a young police officer came out of the apartment, ran to a corner and started vomiting.
"bloody."
"Curious."
"Ten dollars?"
"good."
George, the team leader, and Joe, the deputy team leader, exchanged a few words and set their bets. Then they showed their IDs, walked into the blockade, and took out their gloves and put them on.
The detective from the precinct came out of the apartment and shook hands with George.
George asked, "Which floor is the crime scene on?"
The precinct detective heard this, shook his head, and then said, "The whole building is like this."
George and Joe looked at each other.
The whole building?
What a joke! If it was the whole building, I guess you could smell the blood at the street entrance.
The police detective from the precinct did not say anything about George and Joe's doubts. He just told them to go up and take a look for themselves, as he didn't want to go up there anymore anyway.
And he probably needs to make an appointment with the psychologist in the bureau for psychological treatment.
bite!
Just as George and Joe were about to walk out of the elevator on the second floor, they saw the mummies lying all over the corridor and were stunned for a moment.
A scene recorder was taking pictures of the scene while trying to look at these horrific mummies with a nauseous look.
"What's going on?"
"Burned?"
Joe touched some black marks on the wall with his fingers, then let go, looked at his fingers, and shook his head: "Not charcoal marks, not burnt?"
A bald coroner squatting next to the mummies looked up at George and Joe and said, "These mummies remind me of a case I took on when I was a coroner in Texas when I was young."
George and Joe looked at the coroner.
Serial killer?
The coroner smiled strangely, looked at George and Joe and said, "The last case was defined as a demonic murder."
George and Joe looked at each other.
"Where's our coroner?"
"On the way."
"Go to the third floor and take a look."
"good."
George and Joe are both modern people who believe in the existence of God but scoff at the devil. If the devil really wants to take your life, is it necessary to leave the corpse behind?
In fact, the third floor was not much different from the second floor. There were seventy-eight mummies lying in the corridor, and there were also black marks on the walls that looked like they had been burned but not really.
and.
Joe squatted down and looked at the black mark at the junction of the wall and the floor of the corridor on the third floor. Through an almost invisible gap, it seemed that this black mark was connected to the mark on the second floor.
"Huh."
"What's wrong?"
George looked at Joe who stood up and walked over to him. He pointed at a dried-up male corpse with a terrified expression on his face, and frowned as he flipped through the documents in his equally shrunken wallet. "I saw this guy last night."
Qiao looked at the mummy that took at least three months to form and said, "No way."
George nodded. "No doubt about it. I was on patrol last night and saw this guy wandering around the alley. I asked him about it."
Joe opened his mouth, looked at the corpse in front of him, and then looked at the other corpses: "Why do I feel that we may need to call that guy over?"
George glanced at Joe and said nothing.
the next day.
The New York Police Department sent a notice requesting assistance to the Department of Homeland Security regarding this case, which occurred in a slum apartment.
Just after sending Rachel away and on his way back to the police station, Lake heard that this case was one involving George and Joe, so he changed his route and arrived at the scene first.
The slums are still under lockdown.
George looked at Lake getting out of the car, sighed, took out ten dollars from his pocket and handed it to Joe.
Lake ignored George's hug and snatched the ten dollars from the smiling Joe's hand, causing Joe to say something unpleasantly to Lake.
Lake was holding ten dollars in his hand, looking at George and Joe with a smile on his face: "What did you two bet on me?"
George and Joe simply shook their heads.
Lake rolled his eyes: "Don't forget, betting and other things were promoted by me in the bureau. Tell me, otherwise, go and have fun on your own."
George said "OK" and explained the bet. Then he sighed and hugged Lake. "Can you please be worthy of your position? You are already an office worker. Why are you still here?"
Joe shrugged and said, "See, I'm sure he won't be idle."
Lake smiled.
By the way, it seems to be true. It is obviously time for me to sit in the office and wait for my subordinates to give me credit and promotion, but I still often go to the front line.
Why?
Lake thought so in his heart, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out why. He simply shook his head and focused his attention on the slum apartment in front of him where the CDC agent was walking around.
George briefly explained the case and then said, "There were a total of 132 people in this slum building. After an inventory, not a single one was missing; all had been mummified. Because of their strange deaths, they suspected a poisonous gas or some unknown virus had spread. So, the New York Police Department notified the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in Atlanta."
Even George and Joe underwent comprehensive disinfection by the CDC after its arrival, and they almost couldn't even get their clothes back.
While talking.
A fully armed CDC agent emerged from the apartment and removed his thick mask. "It's not a gas leak. It looks like these people just became severely dehydrated in an instant."
"Dehydrated?"
"right."
"We suspect it might be some kind of virus. We've already taken samples. Once we get some information from the lab, we'll send it to the New York Police Department."
After the CDC agent said this, after a while, he left with the others in a crowd.
Anyway, it has been confirmed that it is not poison gas, there is nothing unusual in the air, and samples have been taken. The CDC's battlefield is in the laboratory, not at the crime scene. Why stay here instead of leaving?
bite!
The elevator stopped on the second floor.
The moment he opened the door and saw the scene in the corridor, Lake couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw the corpses lying on the ground in various postures.
All the corpses turned into mummies, but that's not the point.
The point is…
The expressions on the faces of these mummies were all terrified, as if they had seen something indescribable and terrifying before they died.
"Good boy, you guys hit the jackpot."
As Lake spoke, he felt the boundless fear and wailing scattered around him. These fears and wailing turned into nutrients and gathered into Lake's sea of consciousness. They were completely absorbed by the Force seed that had been buried in the ground, once again making a huge contribution to the breakthrough of the Force seed.
even...
Lake also felt something else here, somewhat similar to the breath left by the parasitic demon in the ruins of Stark Manor.
But it seems to be more powerful.
Just this residual dark aura, as soon as it entered the Force seed, Lake felt that the Force seed was already stirring as if it wanted to break out of the body.
Lake's eyes lit up and he felt a little unbelievable.
Is it so nutritious?
This is still a remnant. If it were a whole one, wouldn't it be able to completely hatch the Force Seed?
Hello.
New York Temple, New York magical world, do you still care? If not, I will take action.
Lake thought so in his heart, and as the Force seed was stirring, he himself was also stirring.
"Huh."
"What's wrong?"
Lake came back to his senses and looked at Joe next to him.
Joe shook his head and looked at Lake and George: "It feels like it's not that cold here anymore, don't you think?"
Lake and George looked at each other, then shook their heads with Joe.
Joe shrugged: "That might be my illusion."
Lake smiled in his heart. Almost in the blink of an eye, all the fear and wailing in the apartment had been absorbed. However, the fear and wailing in the entire building was no less than one tenth of the demonic aura he had just absorbed.
That's strange.
The ones here can be sucked, why can't the ones over at Stark Manor be sucked?
soon.
Jack also led his team over.
After Lake, George, and Joe walked out of the apartment again, they said to Jack who had gotten out of the car, "Find the imaging device."
Just now, Joe told Lake about the black marks she found on the wall. Lake was also very curious about it and took a special look. The black marks on the wall of the apartment did not look like they were made by humans, nor did they look like they existed naturally. So, there was only one possibility left, that they were done by the devil.
Photos of the apartment found online show that, at least the day before yesterday, the black marks did not exist.
soon.
Everyone gathered in front of a laptop, the screen of which displayed a real-time three-dimensional photo of the slum apartment.
A homeland agent followed Lake's orders to remove everything else in the slum apartment. After the unimportant things were removed, a familiar pattern appeared in everyone's sight.
Pentagram.
According to legend, if one can draw a pentagram that connects to hell, a pentagram drawn with an entire apartment suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.
Lake thought of what Tony Stark said when he came to his house in the middle of the night yesterday?
Just then.
Joe pointed to a point in the pentagram that appeared and seemed to be thickened and asked, "What is that?"
Homelander agents are not omnipotent.
But the dozens of agents of the Ministry of Land and Information combined are almost as powerful as the Almighty.
In less than a moment.
A national agent at the information center compared the symbols on it and found the corresponding object: "This symbol represents the wood element, indicating that this pentagram array is of the spirit element."
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