Chapter 10 Psychic Murder

Diana Prince bent down and went through the yellow cordon. She saw the black office building emitting a strange green halo. She was less than 30 years old, with a sturdy figure and firm steps, and her eyes were as sharp as a knife.

The county police of Opportunity City surrounded the building. Several black vans of the PWAT Special Tactics Team were parked on the side of the road, with white special team badges printed on the side of the car.

They built a temporary command post and it seemed that someone had been sent in.

"I'm Lieutenant Morgan." A soldier wearing the iconic black combat uniform of PWAT came forward to introduce himself. He had gray hair on his temples, a businesslike tone and expression, and a specially modified MP5 hanging on his waist.

"CPA, Diana." Diana replied, showing her ID. There was a very eye-catching dark yellow round shield badge embedded on the leather case, and a row of letters under the badge: Central Psionic Intelligence Agency.

Diana looked at her watch. It was 10:50 p.m.

"Alpha and Bravo have cleared the building in just six minutes. We are currently trying to reconcile the frequency. The psychic explosion effect occurred about half an hour ago, and we arrived just in time." Morgan introduced the details to Diana.

"I saw the ambulance. Are there civilian casualties?" Diana asked, looking at the white ambulance in the distance.

"I suggest you go in and take a look yourself." Morgan replied.

"Is the light gap still stable? I don't want to be locked up for hours like last time." Diana asked, looking at the several light gaps opened by the psychic explosion device.

"The FPI people have already gone in, and there are also forensic doctors. This time the psychic explosion space is very stable." Morgan pouted and motioned Diana to look at another black SUV.

The door of the SUV was printed with white bold letters "FPI". Diana sighed. She certainly knew that it was a vehicle of the Federal Psychic Investigation Bureau.

Because the CPA and FPI are both under the jurisdiction of the General Administration of Psychic Management, the functions of the departments overlap, which leads to occasional friction between the two sides.

"Those guys are always haunting us." Diana muttered, walking towards the light crack while tying her long curly chestnut hair into a ponytail.

She unzipped her brown leather jacket, pulled out a strange-looking revolver from the holster, and turned the cylinder to check the bullets. It was a modified Rhino revolver that fired .357Magnum bullets.

"It's safe in there now." Morgan reminded Diana from behind.

"Professional habit." Diana jumped into the light crack without looking back.

With a swish, Diana jumped from the light crack into the hall with green light. At a glance, the floor was full of human-faced dog corpses, and more than a dozen PWAT members were scattered in the hall with guns on guard.

A human corpse fell near the service desk in the hall, and the outline of the corpse was drawn with white chalk. The blood on the ground had long dried up, and the forensic team was taking pictures and collecting information.

Diana counted the number of human-faced dog corpses on the ground, and then looked at the bullet holes on the surrounding floors and pillars. She had already made her own judgment in her heart.

"This guy is so unlucky. He killed so many human-faced dogs, but he still couldn't escape alive." A forensic doctor with glasses stopped his work and talked to Diana.

"Does this guy have anything on him that can prove his identity?" Diana walked to the body and looked at it carefully.

"There is a wallet. The D-level investigator of Weber Spiritual Products is called Parker." The forensic doctor took out a transparent evidence bag, which contained Parker's wallet.

"Where is his gun?" Diana asked.

"I didn't find it." The forensic doctor replied.

Diana frowned.

Every time a psychic firearm fires, it will transmit a coordinate signal to the "Firearms Management Department" of the Administration. This signal is not an electrical signal, but a psychic band. It comes from the psychic energy injected when the investigator pulls the firearm, and it will not be blocked in the psychic explosion area.

In fact, the Administration was able to send PWAT to control the situation so quickly because Parker fired the first shot.

Someone must have taken the gun.

"There must have been two people here at the time, because we collected two types of shells, one is a white punishment shell, and the other is a 9mm ordinary bullet shell." The forensic doctor explained, taking out another evidence bag full of shells.

In other words, Parker was protecting another civilian at the time. After Parker died in the battle, the civilian took Parker's gun? Diana secretly guessed that people without psychic powers could not use psychic firearms, and the civilian was probably in danger.

"Did the civilian escape?" she asked.

"It is very likely that he escaped, because we did not find Parker's gun on the other body." The forensic doctor replied.

Diana raised her eyebrows. Another body? She felt that this matter was not simple.

"What about the holy relics? So many human-faced dogs died here, so there will always be holy relics, right?" Compared with Parker and firearms, Diana actually cares more about holy relics. After all, the main function of CPA is to collect all holy relics, and to file and preserve them.

"I don't know. We didn't see the relic diamond when we came in. You should ask FPI's Bader. He is investigating on the eighth floor with another team of forensic doctors. Maybe he can tell you something useful." The forensic doctor spread his hands.

"Oh, Bader, who else can run faster than him..." Diana got a headache when she heard this name. He was an FPI operator. Whenever a spiritual explosion occurred, he would rush to the scene as soon as possible to get the relic diamond before the CPA.

In fact, FPI also has the right to recover sacred objects, but they do so in the name of "seizure" and "care."

It was very unwise to take the elevator in the explosive space, so Diana climbed the stairs to the 8th floor along the safe passage. There were four PWAT team members on guard in the corridor. She came to a slightly spacious office and saw several The medical examiner is examining the body of a black man lying on the ground. A few steps away from the body, a tall black man in a black suit leaned against his desk, playing with a diamond.

That's Badr.

Diana knocked on the door when she came in, causing everyone in the office to turn around.

"Diana, I knew you would come too. But I didn't expect you to come so late." Badr said with a smile.

"You must have had a lot of fun while I was away, Badr. Tell me, how many holy objects did you harvest tonight?" Diana replied angrily. She knew that the diamonds that those dogs exploded downstairs must have been all. He was "detained".

"Oh, you have wronged me this time. I'm afraid the situation is a little complicated this time. Look at this."

Balder said, flicking his wrist, and the small diamond in his palm suddenly turned into a dagger.

"Sacred object...where was this found?" Diana asked.

"In his throat." Badr looked at the corpse on the ground with his eyes. After the black man died, his face was chewed off by a human-faced dog. The death state was ugly.

"A murder? Is the murderer a supernatural being?" Diana's heart tightened.