Wizard, I have a different world.

Chapter 391 Scarab

The black cloak is the standard uniform of the Night Watch. Barrow was once curious about why cloaks were used as uniforms.

The answer I got from Chris was: Handsome!
He was somewhat speechless about this.

"Dangdang!"

The heavy iron door of the basement was torn open by Barrow with his monstrous strength and thrown aside.

Several people in black cloaks walked into the basement and turned on the lights. Everything that came into view was suffocating.

More than a dozen women who should have been young and beautiful were tied up and hung with pierced bodies and lifeless eyes. Their beautiful bodies were covered with hideous cracks, some of which had already healed and some of which were still very fresh.

The shelves along the wall are filled with various instruments.

Whip rope, scalpel, steel needle...

The smell of blood is overwhelming.

"grass!"

A newcomer frowned with anger on his face and whispered:
"Damn beast!"

"Ugh!"

Barrow patted the other person on the shoulder:

"Most supernatural powers have the ability to affect the mind and amplify the dark side of people's hearts."

"You get used to this kind of thing after seeing it so many times."

"Save them, ask colleagues from the Mind Control Department to come and wake them up, and erase their memories of this period. If possible, help them heal their injuries."

At this time, Barrow had been a member of the Night's Watch for more than two years and was considered an "old man" among them.

He even became the captain of an action team.

"Yes."

The newcomer answered yes and asked casually:
"What will that psychopath do?"

"No need to deal with it." Barrow shook his head and said in the other party's surprised eyes:

"he died!"

"He was forced to find us and turn himself in. After he confessed everything, his head exploded into a pile of paste."

"..." The newcomer frowned:
"He deserves it, but who is controlling him?"

"I don't know." Barrow shrugged.

"The captain analyzed that the man's ability in mind control is suspected to be at the third level. If he does something evil, it will definitely cause a disaster."

"Fortunately..."

"The other party is not out of control and abides by the 'social order'. There is no need for us to provoke them."

"Level 3!" The newcomer's eyes lit up:
"Can I be recruited into the organization?"

"There are very few beings with extraordinary powers willing to join us." Barrow touched his chin and said:
"They have powers far beyond those of ordinary people and can enjoy life without restrictions. If there is an option, would you join the Night's Watch?"

"Hehe..." The newcomer scratched his head and laughed dryly.

"team leader!"

As he was talking, someone came in and handed over the phone:
"The police are looking for you."

police station?

Barrow frowned and took the phone.

"Hello!"

"A vicious case?"

"Suspected of having extraordinary powers?"

"Okay, I understand. I'll be right there." After hanging up and nodding, Barrow rubbed his sore brows:

"I'll leave this to you. I'm going to the mining area."

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Mining area.

The area where Peel Mining is located.

The black van, crushing the gravel, stopped steadily in front of a low gray house, and Barrow pushed the door open and got out.

"Sheriff Barrow?"

An old white man came up quickly:

"welcome."

"Hello."

Barrow nodded:

"Let's look at the crime scene first."

"Yes."

The other party looked attentive:
"We didn't know what we encountered while mining, and we disturbed the lives of the underground creatures. They kept us awake for a while, but Chief Barrow, this is definitely not a murder case!"

"I know." Barrow's expression remained unchanged:
"Let's check the situation first."

"Yes."

The old man nodded repeatedly.

If it is a homicide, the police department will definitely intervene, and who knows how much trouble it will cause.

They are just a few bugs...

Ok!

The bug was too weird, and the wounds on the victim's body did look like murder.

Isolation measures have already been taken at the site of the accident, and a simple plastic tent covers the entrance to the mine.

Further inside is the laboratory used by mining companies to analyze ore.

Several figures were busy at work.

"Professor Carl!" Barrow's face lit up with joy when he saw one of them:

"Why are you here?"

"Barrow?"

Carl turned around and said with a smile:
"Why are you here too?"

"Professor, I'm now employed as an assistant detective of the police station. I'm here to take a look at the cases here." Barrow was delighted to see an acquaintance:

"Why are you here?"

"We found some interesting creatures." Carl waved at him and pointed to the stone slab in front of him.

"Look."

"The legendary scarab."

"Scarab?" Barrow frowned.

Unlike the others, he had seen this name several times in the incident records of the Night Watch organization.

There is also some understanding of this.

Scarab: A creature bred by people with supernatural powers in ancient times. It has teeth that can bite everything to pieces and can resist damage from lower-level supernatural powers. Most importantly, it has a long lifespan and lives in groups.

Even a second-level extraordinary being will be killed if he is surrounded by scarabs and has no way to restrain himself.

This kind of creature is usually buried with some extraordinary people when they die, to prevent others from damaging their bodies.

"look."

Carl pointed at the slate and said:

"This thing looks like a statue in stone, but once it's activated, it becomes a living thing."

"The material transformation between stone and flesh is truly miraculous."

Barrow took a step forward.

The stone slab is covered with bulletproof glass, surrounded by a circle of observation instruments, and there are some reliefs on the stone slab.

Among them were three scarabs.

"We have tested the bite force of this insect, and it can even bite through steel." Blaise was amazed.
"It's just incredible."

He now understood why people died and even the mining machinery was damaged.

This is what it's made of!
"They have strong defenses, amazing attack power, and terrifying numbers. Even modern armies would have trouble dealing with them. Fortunately, they are afraid of the cold, and will automatically enter a 'hibernation' state as long as the temperature drops to a certain level." Carl introduced:

"You can freeze them in small pieces and take them out later, but my advice is not to touch them."

Barrow nodded in agreement.

"No."

Blaise frowned:
"The place where these creatures gather is the core of the mineral vein. If we don't move them, we won't be able to continue mining."

"This is a business involving hundreds of millions of dollars. Even our family can't make the decision."

"Then there's nothing we can do." Carl shrugged.

"Good luck."

"By the way, can you give me this slate? I haven't analyzed this special creature yet."

"Of course." Blaise looked grateful:

"Thanks to Professor Karl, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to get this thing. Thank you so much."

Did Professor Carl teach them how to deal with the scarab?

This thing...

They are very difficult to deal with in the eyes of the extraordinary people in the Night Watch, but an ordinary person can solve them easily?

"Professor, Mr. Blaise." Barrow was surprised and said:

"Because it involves a homicide, even though it was caused by this creature, further investigation may be necessary."

"Mining will have to be stopped for a few days."

Just in case, the night watchman must go down and take a look first.

Scarabs do not usually exist alone, and what they are responsible for guarding may also be dangerous.

and……

Ordinary people cannot resist this kind of danger.

"How many days?"

Blaise frowned:
"If the mine is shut down for one day, it will result in a loss of hundreds of thousands of dollars. Barrow... are you sure you need to do this?"

"determine."

Barrow nodded:

"Mr. Blaise, I hope you can understand."

"Blaze!"

Just when Blaise was about to refuse with a tough attitude, a familiar voice sounded:

"Stop for a few days."

"Monica."

Looking at the person coming, the anger on his face quietly dissipated:

"Listen to you."

Carl looked at the sky outside, then looked at the vampire Monica who was only wearing sunglasses, and his eyes moved slightly.

It seems that

The vampires here are really not afraid of sunlight.