"Wolf?"
Ji Jue lowered his eyes, glanced at the screen, and continued his work.
On the workbench, parts just finished from the lathe were categorized, the unchamfered workpiece edges sharp and ready for initial assembly.
After dozens of rounds of Earth bears the sea enhancent, the tal's color had turned so dark it was tinged with red, constantly eroding and consuming the surrounding spiritual and material substances.
Beneath the surface frawork of the Three-phase Alchemy, the interior was employed with many applications of Mutated Alchemy, harmonizing with the fierce aura of the material itself.
There were no blessings or complex structures; to speak of it, it was rely ordinary material forced to the extre of Material Enhancent, requiring no care or precision, as long as the consumables efficiently demonstrated their effects.
It was a break-action revolver.
Unlike other models, its central chamber held only three rounds.
Despite the limited ammunition, it allowed the bullet caliber to be elevated to nearly the level of a No. 10 shotgun, close to a two-centiter caliber.
The bullets needed additional customization, but such matters were not troubleso for Ji Jue.
It was rely a matter of delicate labor.
In work that was unbearably monotonous to ordinary people, Ji Jue flicked his fingers, activating the chanical Descent, and controlled the servers deployed in Tower City once more. Instantly, the silent screen wall before him lit up quickly, one screen after another.
Displaying distinct scenes around Tower City, soon the images began moving swiftly in the sa direction.
At this mont, in Tower City, in sewers, rooftops, trash bins, gutters, construction sites… within the sludge, tiny chanical spiders suddenly activated, their eyes glowing red, trembling slightly as they were infused with soul.
Under the managent and guidance of the servers, they crawled nimbly through the sewers, drifted with the current, or climbed up walls, leaping between buildings, with astonishing speed.
In less than ten minutes, just as the officers had just left, they had completely surrounded the cri scene.
Then, they began penetrating every nook and cranny.
When the newbie police officer's car engine roared and drove away, they had already reached the empty villa, moving flexibly along the walls, floors, and ceilings. Soon, under the recording of high-resolution caras, a detailed on-site model erged from the flowing rcury beneath Ji Jue's feet.
The extinguished fireplace, a blood-stained carpet, a floor covered with maggots, and even half-decayed grueso corpses.
One, two, three…
Owner, wife, daughter, son, maid, gardener…
Six victims.
On the screen beside Ji Jue, a summarized report based on the house address and social platform searches surfaced—the house owner was a boss of a real estate company, mainly managing the sale and rental of mid-to-high-end residences and apartnts for employees assigned by various big companies in Tower City.
With no criminal record, of course, in a ghostly place like Tower City, no one's record is clean; everyone's history and criminal record are ostensibly spotless. With a bit of money, you can erase stars from afar, so it's not a basis for judgnt.
However, the deceased, while alive, were relatively clean, perhaps because they were powerless, with modest account balances, rely scavengers picking up leftovers behind the beast.
Compared to the horrid professions of warlords, arms dealers, pharmaceutical agents, and brokers, they were relatively harmless.
No apparent suspicion.
If there's anything exceptional about them, it would rely be… the quality of their at texture was good.
Ji Jue waved his hand, and the blurred scenes in the projection rapidly enlarged; the nauseating corpses beca clearer, flashing one by one before Ji Jue, finally stopping on the son and daughter.
Based on the decay timing, the deaths should have occurred around the arrival of the typhoon when the entire Tower City was in chaos.
Based on the site condition, the attacker likely broke in from the back door, killing the gardener in the garage basent who was fixing the water pipes, then the maid who ca to check, and by the ti they broke into the living room, the male owner had already found a gun, pulling the trigger and leaving bullet holes in the wall.
Then, dismbernt.
Next was the wife.
The last to die were the two children dragged to the dining table to be savored.
One tender and soft, the other resilient and chewy, on those two decayed and incomplete bodies, broken bone fragnts remained with a faint bite mark…
The heart and brain were completely consud.
Aside from the Fly King's disease stains, this was the most direct evidence.
At this mont, Ji Jue couldn't hold back any longer, taking a deep breath.
Suppressing a long-lost excitent and anticipation.
Finally, he had seized a solid clue!
Day after day of false alarms had nearly numbed him, never expecting such concrete evidence could be found.
This is White Deer's symptom of mutation—cannibalism!
Even as a Wolf, it was inevitable, no, rather, it intensified—the ever-expanding appetite would continuously urge the Mutated Transformation to prey on flesh and blood, temporarily relieving the soul's hunger.
This drive for cannibalism could be restrained, delayed, but never eradicated; once the Chosen One succumbs to the deep craving for their kind, this deeply ingrained mutation becos unavoidable.
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