The organization I founded has been exposed by the reborn!

at the same time.

Shengan Mall has built its own warehouse outside the Sixth Ring Road of Beijing.

Several black police armored vehicles broke the silence, screeching to a stop outside the massive, multi-story warehouse.

The flashing police lights added to the somber atmosphere at the scene.

Qin Zhenguo and several members of the Paranormal Bureau quickly got out of the car.

The warehouse manager of Sheng'an Mall had been waiting anxiously in the cold wind. Upon seeing this, he ran up to greet him, his voice filled with undisguised panic.

"Sir, you've finally arrived. This is too bizarre. Hundreds of thousands of tons of goods have vanished overnight. We're all going crazy with worry." The steward wiped away cold sweat, speaking incoherently.

"Don't panic, take me to the monitoring room first."

Qin Zhenguo's face was ashen, and he waved his hand to interrupt the steward's nagging.

The group quickly arrived at the park's monitoring center.

Several high-definition screens are playing video replays of last night's footage from the main roads and gates.

Qin Zhenguo stood in front of the control panel, his eyes fixed on the screen like those of a hawk.

The entire night was eerily quiet in the footage.

Apart from the flashlight beams of security guards patrolling regularly, not a single small truck has appeared at any of the park's entrances and exits.

There was no armed forced entry, no electromagnetic interference from the screen, and no signs of large-scale relocation.

"It was so stealthy..."

Qin Zhenguo said in a deep voice, then turned to the technicians behind him and instructed them: "You stay here and conduct a thorough review of the surveillance footage to see if you can find any clues."

After giving his instructions, he led the warehouse manager directly to Warehouse No. 1, the core area where the incident occurred.

"Click click click—"

The loud, electrically controlled roller shutter door rose.

As the door opened, the scene behind it made all the members of the Paranormal Bureau gasp in shock.

The enormous indoor warehouse, covering tens of thousands of square meters, was now eerily empty.

Not only did tens of thousands of tons of goods vanish into thin air, but even those heavy steel shelves, which were originally driven deep into the concrete foundation with expansion bolts and were over ten meters high, disappeared!

On the smooth cement floor, only shallow pits from fixing screws remain.

"Logically speaking, to move the supplies from these warehouses, it would take at least a thousand heavy-duty trailers and thousands of movers working non-stop for three days and three nights."

Qin Zhenguo squatted down, stroking the smooth, shallow pit on the ground, a strong sense of shock and vigilance flashing deep in his eyes.

"And now, it's all been emptied out overnight..."

"This kind of method... is something that ordinary people cannot do."

Qin Zhenguo rubbed his throbbing temples.

The only possibility for someone to be able to silently move such a massive amount of supplies in such a short time is that they possess spatial abilities.

Just then, Qin Zhenguo's gaze swept across the depths of the warehouse and stopped in front of a management office with broken glass.

"Weren't there any security guards on duty in this warehouse last night?"

Qin Zhenguo pointed to the management office, his sharp gaze fixed on the steward: "Such a commotion couldn't have gone completely unnoticed. Didn't the people on duty notice anything amiss?"

Upon hearing this, the manager trembled and replied somewhat vaguely, "There are...two security guards on night shift."

Where are they?

"He took him to the guard room to rest." The steward swallowed hard. "Actually... after discovering the warehouse had been emptied this morning, I asked the security captain, Li Qihang. He said he thought he saw a moving black mist last night."

"But I think that's ridiculous. I guess he was hallucinating because he was drunk while on duty last night, so I didn't mention it when I reported it to the police..."

"Black mist?!"

Qin Zhenguo keenly grasped this word.

For ordinary people, this might be an illusion.

But for their paranormal investigation department, this was a crucial clue!

"Go to the guardhouse immediately and bring me that guy named Li Qihang," Qin Zhenguo ordered in a deep voice.

After a while.

The warehouse manager rushed over with a middle-aged man who looked haggard and kept rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hello, sir." Li Qihang rubbed his hands awkwardly.

"What exactly happened last night? Tell me everything you saw, without omitting any details." Qin Zhenguo stared at Li Qihang.

Li Qihang swallowed hard, recalling what had happened last night, a trace of fear still lingering in his eyes: "Last night, I was chatting with Xiao Zhang in the management office as usual. Suddenly, I felt a chill down my spine, so I turned around and looked back."

"Then, I saw a swirling black mist, like a ghost, suddenly appear without even the door being opened."

Listening to Li Qihang's description, Qin Zhenguo frowned, his doubts deepening.

A swirling mass of black mist?

Appearing out of thin air?

Is this a human or a ghost?

"Could it be some kind of vengeful ghost that has mastered spatial abilities?" Such a thought flashed through Qin Zhenguo's mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

This makes no sense at all.

According to the information currently available to the Paranormal Bureau, vengeful ghosts do not possess the complex thoughts and rationality of living people.

They act rigidly, following only certain obsessions and rules of killing.

It's normal for vengeful ghosts to kill people and create panic.

But what if a vengeful ghost deliberately emptied the warehouse overnight?

This is not only absurd, it's downright fantastical!

Qin Zhenguo is more inclined to believe in humans.

"Appearing out of thin air, ignoring physical obstacles to enter the management room... and then disappearing overnight with hundreds of thousands of tons of supplies."

Qin Zhenguo quickly pieced together these clues in his mind, but he always felt that something was missing.

Qin Zhenguo looked at Li Qihang and asked, "Besides that black mist, what else did you see? Or hear anything?"

"One palm strike?"

Qin Zhenguo astutely grasped the key point: "Why did you say it was a single palm strike? Didn't you say the opponent was a cloud of mist?"

Li Qihang rubbed his still throbbing and aching neck, and said uncertainly, "Sir, although it was just a cloud of black mist, before I was knocked unconscious, I clearly saw... a hand reaching out from that cloud of black mist!"

"That's the hand that chopped at my neck and knocked me unconscious."

This statement came out.

Qin Zhenguo fell into deep thought.

A hand reached out from the mist.

The other party's identity is about to be revealed.

Human awakeners!

The black mist enveloping his entire body was most likely some kind of ability of the other party, or perhaps... a strange item with special abilities.

"Will this be the dawn...?"

Qin Zhenguo silently recited the name in his heart.

There is currently no direct evidence pointing to Dawn, but within Yanjing, at this critical juncture, it is possible to have a space-type awakened individual who can completely evade Skynet surveillance.

Aside from Dawn, he couldn't think of any other force with such a strong foundation.

"You did a great job."

Qin Zhenguo snapped out of his daze, nodded to Li Qihang, and then turned to the two agents beside him, ordering, "You two stay here and take a detailed statement from him. Make sure the timeline from last night is accurate to the minute."

"The rest of you, get in the car with me. We're going to the next warehouse that's been robbed."

……

At the same time.

Inside the clown's house in an abandoned amusement park.

The awakening continues.

In the corner, wandering musician Chen Mo had his eyes closed.

His face was contorted in extreme pain, veins bulged on his forehead, and he bit his lips until they bled.

"No...why..."

Chen Mo screamed in despair in his heart.

In his mind, the image that had pushed him into the abyss kept replaying uncontrollably.

five years ago.

He worked overtime at the company for three consecutive months and finally landed that big project.

That day happened to be his and his wife's fifth wedding anniversary.

He specially bought a large bouquet of red roses and his wife's favorite cake, left work three hours early, and happily pushed open the door to give his wife a surprise.

however.

He was not greeted by his wife's embrace.

Instead, there were clothes scattered all over the floor, and nauseatingly decadent music coming from the bedroom.

The man lying in bed, entwined with his wife, turned out to be his best college friend.

Is there anything more absurd than this in the world?

At that moment, Chen Mo's world collapsed.

Instead of rushing in to fight, he acted like a coward, throwing down the roses and fleeing the home he had once considered a safe haven.

From then on, he quit his job, carried a broken guitar, and wandered through the underground passages of major cities like a walking corpse, singing his sorrows in a hoarse voice, a sorrow that no one cared about.

"Why! Why on earth?!"

"I gave everything... why did I get betrayal in return?!"

Extreme resentment and pain, stimulated by supernatural forces, erupted with a roar!

Om-!

A visible, semi-transparent ripple of sound waves spread wildly in all directions from Chen Mo as the center.

There was no deafening physical explosion, but the air in the entire dressing room was instantly distorted at a high frequency.

"Buzzing—!"

Immediately afterwards, a piercing, demonic sound, like the whispers and howls of countless wronged souls, exploded in the ruins.

This demonic sound doesn't simply travel through the eardrums; it penetrates the body directly, reverberating wildly deep within the mind.

It carried a maddening sense of despair.

The remaining shards of glass on the wall, under the resonance of this pervasive sound wave, could not withstand the high-frequency tearing force for a moment, and with a "bang," they all turned into dust flying everywhere.

Lu Feng, who was closest to the victim, shuddered and a look of pain appeared on his face.

"Stay calm!"

Luo Qingyan gave a sharp shout.

She flipped her hands, and the dark yellow waters of the River of Oblivion roared out, instantly transforming into three thick water curtain barriers that firmly enveloped Lu Feng and the other two.

The extremely yin and cold laws of the Yellow Springs forcibly isolated the erosion of the demonic sound.

The sound waves raged for a full half minute before gradually subsiding.

Chen Mo opened his eyes.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of melancholy and despair, now held a touch of relief.

"Rank B, Soul-Suppressing Demonic Sound."

Luo Qingyan looked at Chen Mo and nodded slightly: "Not bad. The sound waves can not only suppress supernatural phenomena over a wide area, but also resonate with the enemy's Yin energy, causing real damage. Let's go outside and get used to it first."

Chen Mo glanced at his hands, took a deep breath, bowed deeply to Luo Qingyan, and turned to leave the clown's house.

……

At the same time that Chen Mo awakened and withdrew.

On the other side, Peng Tao also entered the deepest vortex of consciousness.

The supernatural elements around him, as if finding an outlet, rushed wildly into his body through his pores, which were trembling from extreme tension.

Peng Tao's mind was uncontrollably transported back to that rain-soaked southern border region.

That was his third year in the special forces.

In order to cover the retreat of the main force and his wounded comrades, Peng Tao accidentally stepped on a booby trap modified into an anti-personnel bounding mine during jungle warfare.

"Click".

The faint creaking of the mechanical springs became the death knell for Grim Reaper.

Just as he was preparing to face death.

The old sergeant who always scolded him for being stupid and was demanding of him on the training field roared like an angry lion and shoved him away.

Without hesitation, the old squad leader rushed forward and used his own body to press down on the landmine that was about to explode.

"boom!"

Flames shot into the sky, and mud mixed with blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Peng Tao was thrown away by the huge blast wave, but miraculously survived.

But he will never forget it.

When he scrambled toward the crater, the old squad leader's lower body had already been blown to pieces.

That tough guy, who always had a stern face, had his face covered in blood in the last moments of his life, yet he managed to force a smile at him and said in a voice so weak it was almost inaudible, "You brat... you're still young, so live well."

"Class monitor..."

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

On Peng Tao's resolute face, the muscles twitched violently, and two streams of hot, turbid tears silently slid down the corners of his eyes.

This is the deepest pain buried in his heart.

If it weren't for my carelessness, if I were stronger and could have detected the grenade beforehand, or even... possessed the power to withstand the explosion, the squad leader wouldn't have died!!

At this moment, Peng Tao's emotions reached a breaking point.

boom!

With a roar of unwillingness from deep within Peng Tao's throat, a domineering and sharp wave suddenly erupted from his body!

Inside the dressing room, all the remaining metal objects—rusty nails scattered on the floor, discarded steel pipe supports, light fixture frames that were originally embedded in the ceiling, and even high-strength threaded steel bars buried deep in the load-bearing walls—made a teeth-grinding, violent grinding sound at this moment.

"Click click click—"

It was accompanied by a chilling metallic distorting sound.

Under Peng Tao's unconscious mental guidance, the metal objects seemed to come alive. They broke free from the concrete's constraints and burst through the wall!

The rough rust was forcibly stripped off in mid-air, and the metals of different materials were as if they were thrown into an invisible furnace, where they were inexplicably twisted, liquefied, and recombined in the void.

Sometimes they merge into thick, silver-white metal tower shields, sometimes they are pulled into sharp steel chains, and the next second, they instantly deconstruct and recombine into dozens of sharp alloy spears, which rapidly circle around Peng Tao, emitting a sharpness that is enough to shred everything!

A moment later, Peng Tao came to his senses.

The strange phenomenon gradually subsided.

"This time, I will not let my comrades fall again."

Peng Tao slowly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his pupils.

He felt an absolute power that seemed to control all metals in the world, gave Luo Qingyan a solemn military salute, and turned to leave.

The dressing room was empty and oppressive.

Now, only Luo Qingyan remains, along with the last two members who have not yet awakened...