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Chapter 683 Who is the real murderer?

Finally, all 300 dragon souls possessed Da Chun, and the current stage of the interception was officially completed.

Da Chun felt an invisible aura forming around his entire body, and the space itself seemed to be distorting and fluctuating. Was this the effect of the dragon's might?
Now comes the most crucial step: transforming into a dragon!

—Druid Class Tip for Voidstorm: Warning! Once you use Polymorph, a portion of your possessed spirit will consume a large amount of energy and enter a slumber of unknown duration.

Ah! This?
No wonder Master Crow sought out crows; there are so many crow spirits there. Aren't you afraid that falling asleep will cause trouble next time?

Forget it, I won't change it. I've already given you all this hint, so turning into a dragon is definitely not a problem. I'll save it for a crucial moment.

So the next step is to go to the ancient battlefield.

Da Chun asked, "Your Majesty, are you tired?"

The Queen said, "Master, I am not tired!"

Hey, you guys can't do that... especially not before entering dangerous areas.

Da Chun decided to give the order directly: "Let's find a safe planet and rest for a few hours. I also need to practice my newly learned Void Wind skill."

“Yes, Master. We passed by a small planet earlier. It’s safe there.”

Da Chun sensed the gratitude in her voice. He couldn't help but recall a joke that modern bosses are more ruthless than ancient slave owners. Because cattle and horses were the private property of slave owners; if they got sick or damaged, the slave owners would feel sorry for them and even want more of their property, encouraging them to breed. But modern cattle and horses aren't anyone's private property, so they're used to the point of exhaustion, and they can't reproduce—they just keep dying from overuse…

Then take a look at the main account that's passionately FFLing.

The main account also displayed a row of messages—System notification: Congratulations! You have shared your clone's "Voidstorm Druid" class via Soul Link. ...

Great, I thought the main account wasn't a Void creature and couldn't be shared due to racial limitations.

In short, there was nothing left for me to do on either the big or small side. Looking at the time again, it was 3 AM.

As a middle-aged man, I really don't have the physical capacity to stay up all night. I'll just hang up, wash up, and go to sleep.

……

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Now, Michael felt an indescribable anxiety: "Butler, go and wake Uriel again."

"Okay, sir."

It has to be said that Uriel has slept for over ten hours since last night. For a normal person who has been pulling all-nighters for two or three days in a row, that's more than enough sleep. But for Uriel, who has been drowsy and relying on various medications to get through the week... perhaps he's a suitable subject for sleep research?
Although Michael had already planned to work with Black Dragon City as a diplomatic ambassador to eliminate the evil god, he couldn't get his job done without Uriel's awakening and cooperation. Otherwise, if he became the ambassador, the military would immediately rush him to leave, which would be tantamount to suicide.

Fortunately, the butler finally came with good news: "Mr. Uriel has woken up! But he is very hungry."

The crowd erupted in applause: "Good morning, Uriel!"

Michael breathed a sigh of relief: "Uriel, just drink the milk, listen to my plan first..."

Sila laughed loudly: "The boss really treats Uriel like a beast of burden!"

Sariel laughed and said, "I think Uriel's mind is probably blank right now."

Uriel then came to his senses: "Aren't we going to see an astrologer or a fortune teller?"

Michael said, “Yes, no need. I’ve done my reconnaissance while you were sleeping.” Metatron sighed deeply, “I think I’ll probably need to find a prophet.”

The elders asked in surprise, "Is there something unusual about the mysterious cave in Bronze City?"

Metatron said in a deep voice, "There is such a thing, but it's hard to describe. I'll go out and look for it."

Michael said, "Indeed, Mei, you shouldn't rely too much on the monitoring center. In critical moments, trust your instincts..."

"The boss is right..."

In fact, when Black Dragon City entered the void and triggered a thunderstorm that shook the entire world, the cutting-edge monitoring system that Metataron relied on most was the most severely impacted.

So Metatron spent most of the past day troubleshooting and fixing faults. Then he discovered a problem: a segment of data in the monitoring system was abnormally repaired, but he couldn't pinpoint the exact cause of the anomaly. It just didn't seem to match the other data.

And the time of this abnormal data is about a few days ago... which is the time when 44 dancers at the biker club died in their sleep, and then the whole city issued a manhunt for Midnight Moore!

The thought of Midnight Moore sent a jolt through Metatron, bringing back painful memories! The thought that he hadn't been caught yet and should be back to normal by now sent chills down Metatron's spine!

In short, this data anomaly can only mean that someone has hacked into the monitoring system and forcibly altered the monitoring data at that time!
Only three people have this internal access: myself, Tifa (the city's beauty), and the chief maintenance engineer of the surveillance system! However, no other surveillance cameras recorded Tifa or the chief maintenance engineer being present that night. Furthermore, there is evidence that Tifa was at the mansion that night, and the chief maintenance engineer was at the bar.

Of course, the least likely candidate is Tifa; she has absolutely no motive. Putting her on the suspect list would make Metatron feel guilty.

So, is it external? Those external entities with this capability are probably the Major Crimes Unit? The second-generation Pirate King? Or even the Imperial agents behind Moore?
Metatron has already concluded that Moore's arrest warrant was a mistake; Moore can at most be considered an accomplice, and the mastermind has not been found!

Who was the mastermind? Metatron's head spun just thinking about it. He decided to pin it on Da Chun. After all, he'd already given false testimony in court and convicted him; adding another charge of murdering 44 dancers wouldn't be a bad idea. That was Sariel's suggestion, and that satisfied Sariel, Gabriel, and the boss—finally, he could send the criminal to his golden throne! So everyone was happy, hahaha!
Therefore, Metatron now only wants to find an astrologer or prophet to confirm his idea.

There must be astrologers in Bronze City, right?

I checked and it's true, it's in streets like the Black Iron Alley area where gangs often hang out.

Then let’s go.

……

Exhaust Street. A thick haze of exhaust fumes, the roar of motorcycles. There are no traffic rules here, and every now and then a few motorcycles with blond, red, or green hair would burst out of the fumes.

A horoscope shop on the street corner called "Roulette of Fortune".

Entering Metatron felt like entering a secondhand recycling center.

A withered old woman wearing a mechanical prosthetic eye and a mechanical prosthetic arm chuckled and said, "Welcome, Sage! I knew you would come!"

Not bad, it looks very much like the Bronze City!

Metatron found herself finding her more agreeable for some reason: "The old lady in Black Iron City has been quite the star lately, haven't she? How do you compare to her?"

The mechanical old lady laughed heartily: "As long as I get as much support as she does, I can guarantee I won't be any worse than her."

Metatron had witnessed his boss and Sariel's astrological antics firsthand: "Does 'support' refer to intelligence and financial support?"

"That is essential."

Metatron cut straight to the point: "I want to predict two things: first, what's going on in the evil grotto of Bronze City; second, who is the real culprit behind the deaths of 44 dancers a few days ago?"

(End of this chapter)