Enforcer Manual
Chapter 436: Better Confess Early_1

Chapter 436: Chapter 436: Better Confess Early_1

After death, where does the soul go?

Do ghosts, spirits, and monsters truly exist?

This topic, which so many people relish discussing, still sees fervent dialogues and dissemination up to this very day. With the emergence of psychics, increasingly more phenomena that defy common logic, as well as cases as deadly as the taking of lives by ghosts, have surfaced.

Hence, the Bureau for the Investigation of Unusual Cases was established.

The case they are now taking on is as bizarre as something straight out of a horror movie. It occurred at Starfish Technology, where an employee from one of the departments has been tormented by a ghost for the past few days, and last night, a murder took place.

Due to the special nature of that department, the Review Meeting places great importance on this case.

But just a moment ago, they received an unexpected piece of news.

This case had been properly resolved; they were very sure the lady ghost in white had died. Observers who concluded their two days of work had all returned home, but due to company secrets, Starfish Technology did not reveal much to their special envoy about the specifics.

After the special envoy meticulously searched the building with instruments, they reached the same conclusion—the significantly rising abnormal spiritual energy source had vanished. In other words, whether the lady ghost in white was a real ghost or a psychic, she was truly dead.

"Chief, the autopsy results of yesterday’s victim are out,"

A female staffer knocked and entered the chief’s office, carrying a stack of documents. In the Bureau for the Investigation of Unusual Cases, no one believes in random attacks by ghosts. In all the cases they have handled so far, no matter how bizarre and twisted the process, it always ended up being caused by a psychic.

They believed this was the case here as well.

The motive was clear: someone did not wish for Starfish Technology to take on the significant project related to the Void.

Thus, their new director died in a car accident caused by a Cyber madman, and on the same day, an employee going to the bathroom was dragged into the ventilation duct by some force.

"Go ahead and report,"

The chief, standing in front of the window, responded without turning around.

"No drugs were found in the victim’s body, but we discovered suspicious bruises on his shoulder, which seem to be from dragging the body. Judging by the specifics, it looks like a military reconnaissance robot."

They reconstructed the bathroom’s layout through the simulation database and designed a different model.

A military robot arrived above the victim’s head via the ventilation duct, paralyzed him with a bioelectric current, and then dragged him into the duct above. Stripping away its eerie horror movie facade, it resembled the ordinary procedure of a military reconnaissance robot performing an assassination.

"At the same time, we found signs of hacking in the internal network of Starfish Technology. The hacker’s skills are extremely sophisticated; we could hardly trace what he did after infiltrating the internal network."

Someone wanted to use the white-clad lady ghost as a cover for their use of the military reconnaissance drone for murder, pinning all the crimes on an inexplicable phantom.

That was what they had originally thought, but just moments ago, they received another unexpected piece of intelligence, "Just a few minutes ago, our people in the autopsy room sent a message saying that the director’s body has suddenly self-combusted, nearly causing a fire."

"Spontaneous combustion?"

For the first time, the chief’s expression changed.

A body, already charred from a car accident, underwent spontaneous combustion?

He immediately recalled something an observer, who had been questioned by his subordinates, blurted out in a moment of agitation; she mentioned that the lady in white was "burned to death."

This disrupted all their judgments.

If those people were using ghosts as a cover-up for their murder, why would they need to burn a body that was already charred?

They investigated as soon as the body was transported back to the morgue yesterday, but couldn’t find any clues.

"Send more people and keep an eye on those observers who went home."

The chief struggled to clear his thoughts for a moment and decided to act according to his initial reasoning; if it wasn’t a female ghost but military reconnaissance robots that killed the staff member, this slaughter might not stop here.

For many in the core area, it was going to be a busy night.

But Song Lan returned to his room early today, under the pretext of needing to recover from serious injuries. In the cold weather, he took off his hazmat suit, which reeked of a burnt smell, and snuggled into the warm bed.

Perhaps because he had slept for less than three hours the day before, he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

In a state between sleeping and waking, strange noises seemed to arise in the room again.

It sounded like the movement of chairs.

Everything was so familiar, and he vaguely saw a woman in white.

The woman had soft, chestnut-colored hair and sat silently at the bedside with her legs crossed, watching him with a chilling smile on her face.

The two stared at each other for minutes until the woman in white suddenly reached out and pressed her cold palm against Song Lan’s face.

It was a chill that struck his soul, as if freezing it.

He finally opened his eyes wide and saw the woman’s face clearly by the bedside.

Last time, when an uninvited guest barged into his room and disturbed his sleep, he sternly warned them that he would twist off her head if she didn’t leave.

But this time, a thousand words in his heart came out as a single sentence, "Yo, Old Lu."

Lu Xiang hummed teasingly, with a smirk on her face.

Her eyes looked down from above, assuming the posture of a judge interrogating a criminal, "If you have anything to confess to me, you’d better do it now."

"Considering my serious injuries today, can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"I have to rush back to the city for work before dawn; this is your last chance."

"Then, how about... we talk the next time you come?"

The look in Song Lan’s eyes was sincere, and his attitude genuine, hoping to move the interrogator with his earnestness.

Unfortunately, his scheme failed in front of the sharp-eyed Judge.

"Let’s not even mention the destruction of the road, now you’ve even learned to conspire with Bai Zhu, Medea and company to conceal and not report."

Under Song Lan’s horrified gaze, Lu Xiang undid the hairband that held up her long hair, flipping a handful of her now-loose hair, "And now you’re reluctant to come clean, trying to bluff your way through, adding to your crime."

"What, what do you want to do?"

Song Lan clutched the blanket tightly, fearful that Lu Xiang would flip it off in such cold weather, which for an ordinary office worker, would be the cruelest punishment.

"I think you’ve become increasingly slick and untrustworthy," Lu Xiang said as she reached out her sinister hands towards Song Lan, "I suspect your injuries are fake, lift it up, let me check!"