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Lu Zhao's heart tightened immediately.

They all understood what this meant.

“Okay,” she replied immediately, fastening her seatbelt as she spoke into the phone, “I need to get to their company now, you come with me, we’ll meet up there!”

After saying that, he hung up the phone and started the tank.

Traces of two Elven race members were clearly detected at the scene, but neither the deceased nor his roommate were Elven.

This can only mean one thing: there was a fourth person at the scene of the crime, in addition to the three people we know so far!

Teleported by the high-tech vehicle, Lu Zhao arrived at Xuanyuan Real Estate, the real estate company where Chen Shang worked, in less than half a minute.

Before this, she had specifically searched for Xuanyuan Real Estate and found that in this country in this world, Xuanyuan was already considered one of the top real estate companies. If compared to the other world, it would probably be a behemoth like Evergrande or Wanda.

Chen Shang and Xing Yu were once the top sales performers in this branch, which speaks volumes about their abilities.

Since there was still some time before Song Lingge arrived, Lu Zhao simply went in, revealed his identity as a special envoy from the Spirit Management Bureau, and was quickly invited to the office and given a list of sales personnel.

The list clearly states that Xing Yu, Chen Shang, and Chen Le are all capable assistants in this branch. Although they belong to three different sales offices, their performance is outstanding.

Chen Shang and Chen Le competed for the top spot in performance for a period of time, but this duopoly was broken by Xing Yu later.

At least in the data Lu Zhao saw, Xing Yu's performance was far ahead of the other two, so the other two could only be ranked second or third.

If Chen Le is indeed suspected of murder, could this be considered a reasonable motive?

Lu Zhao didn't know that she had never studied criminal investigation; at most, she just liked watching Detective Dee: Bleach.

To be fair, the police in this world seem to be quite capable, unlike their colleagues in a certain dark world who are just speechless, so she felt comfortable letting the police investigate the case.

The main reason she came to investigate Chen Le was because she was worried that he might be some kind of hidden, unregistered spirit race member. In addition, since he was also suspected of murder, she couldn't just leave him outside unattended.

Apart from that, there was no intention to overstep one's bounds.

"Miss, I'm sorry," the receptionist who had just helped her said apologetically as she walked in. "We wanted to ask Chen Le to come over and see you, but the person in charge at the sales office told us that Chen Le took the day off and didn't come to the company."

"What?" Lu Zhao stood up abruptly, his face darkening.

The deceased had just died last night, and Chen Le took leave today. This doesn't seem like a coincidence at all.

The receptionist was startled and took a step back, bowing apologetically in fear. Lu Zhao came to her senses and felt a bit conflicted by her behavior. She immediately stopped her and left with a grim expression.

After waiting at the door for a while, Song Lingge finally emerged from her Pamela. Upon seeing Lu Zhao's expression, she knew what was going on and asked hesitantly, "Captain, have you found anything?"

She pursed her lips. "Chen Le took leave. I guess she's not home either. Did you bring Radar?"

Song Lingge nodded and took out a portable radar from her handbag.

"Okay, this Chen Le is very likely a member of the Spirit Clan. Let's follow the radar to find her!"

She made a quick decision and pulled Song Lingge onto the chariot.

Chapter 107 Fear

The psionic fluctuations recorded on the radar can only be stored for a week at most. Of the two fluctuations she recorded on site, the manic one belonged to Chen Shang.

Then the other, relatively peaceful one, should be the one emanating from a non-aggressive ability. Considering that Chen Shang was protected by some special ability when he was buried, Lu Zhao had a pretty good idea of ​​what this ability was.

However, she still didn't quite understand. Judging from Chen Shang's behavior, he didn't seem like a murderer. He seemed completely clueless about the matter of killing, not to mention that after being found, he obediently followed them back without any resistance.

If Chen Le is the real culprit, then how did she shift the suspicion to Chen Shang after killing him, and even take him to such a far place to bury him?

If it's just a protective auxiliary ability, can it really achieve this level of capability?

Lu Zhao rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache. She was completely bad at using her brain to solve cases; she wasn't some elementary school student who was a death god!

Song Lingge placed the radar into the tank and gave the order: "Tracking the fluctuations above."

But then the AI ​​female voice in the car paused for a moment, "Sorry, unable to lock."

The two of them were both taken aback and looked at each other.

"Is Chen Le carrying a jammer?" Lu Zhao asked seriously. In her understanding, only a jammer could block radar detection.

Song Lingge's expression was even worse than hers. "No, besides the jammer, there's another possibility that prevents the radar from locking onto the Spirit Race's location..."

Her lips moved for a moment, and Lu Zhao tried hard to make out the shape of her lips, then his face suddenly turned pale.

death.

When an Eldar dies, their physiological functions cease, and they will no longer generate psionic fluctuations.

She instinctively clenched her fist and shouted at the AI ​​in the car, "Take us to Chen Le's house now, quick!"

The tank then started up, landed on the ground, and sped off in a certain direction.

Lu Zhao gritted his teeth, his fingertips unconsciously clenching his palms, trembling slightly, his knuckles turning white.

Two people died in one day?

The dazzling blue light and shadow gradually transformed into a blood-soaked bedroom, and all senses involuntarily focused on that crimson expanse.

That was blood, real, sticky blood, not a string of meaningless data.

A bead of cold sweat silently slid down her forehead. Lu Zhao took a deep breath, trying to suppress the fear in her heart.

But how could it possibly be suppressed?

Previously, she deliberately avoided recalling or thinking about how gruesome the death of someone who bled so much must have been. But now, reality tells her that another person involved in this incident may also have died...

Those were two vibrant lives, their bodies flowing with warm blood. For her, since she had come into this world, everything here truly possessed life.

A warm hand suddenly reached out and covered her slightly cold hand.

Lu Zhao looked up in surprise. She probably didn't even know that her originally sharp and calm eyes were now rippling with fear, and the slightly upturned corners of her eyes looked a little red.

Song Lingge's eyes narrowed slightly, then she softened her voice, "Captain, are you too tired?"

“I…” She was about to explain, but then she thought that if she casually revealed her fear, it might ruin her image, so she simply went along with her and rubbed her temples uncomfortably. “Yeah, I’ve been a little tired lately.”

Seeing her pretending to hide her emotions, Song Lingge's eyebrows curved even more, and she tightened her grip on her hand slightly. "We're almost there. If you're not feeling well, just let me go find someone later."

Lu Zhao was slightly taken aback, then quickly refused, "No! It's too dangerous for you to go alone. I'll go with you!"

To her surprise, Song Lingge's smile deepened, and she didn't refute her but simply said "okay" softly before turning her head away and refusing to look at her again.

Why did she feel that Song Lingge was acting strangely today?

Lu Zhao glanced somewhat uncomfortably at the hand being tightly gripped by the other person. After thinking for a moment, he slowly withdrew his hand, and before he could finish, he cautiously turned his head to look at the person. Only when he found that the other person seemed to be making no move did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Regardless, although she was very grateful to Song Lingge for pulling her out of her fear in time, she was still not used to someone holding her hand like that.

It felt like being held hostage, which made me feel quite uncomfortable.

After waiting for a while, the chariot returned to the ground. This time, they arrived at a high-end residential community under Xuanyuan Real Estate.

"Chen Le lives here? She's that rich?" Lu Zhao clicked his tongue in amazement after casually checking the local property prices.

Song Lingge glanced at her. "It's rented here. The rent is only about ten thousand yuan a month, which isn't too expensive."

Goodness, the rent is over ten thousand, which is more than her salary.

Lu Zhao immediately felt her poverty. Then she thought about it and realized that Chen Le was a top salesperson. Although she had been relegated to third place by Xing Yu and Chen Shang in the past two months, the commissions from the houses she sold were enough for her to rent a house for several months.

Sigh... Top performers in all industries are making a lot of money.

She's the only one who's poor.

Leaving aside those two S-rank individuals, there are only about a hundred A-rank spirit races in the whole world. If we exclude those who are not offensive, her combat power should at least rank in the top ten. She is clearly a top-tier individual, so why is she still so poor?

Not understanding why this person's mood had suddenly plummeted again, Song Lingge secretly glanced at Lu Zhao, pursed her lips slightly, and asked, "Captain, should we go in and take a look?"

"Let's go!" Lu Zhao immediately perked up. "We're already here, of course we have to go!"

The scenery in upscale residential areas is certainly very nice and can put you in a good mood at first glance, but the premise is that this mood is not ruined when you enter Chen Le's home.

Arriving at Chen Le's door in the elevator, Lu Zhao glanced at the property management staff she had just called and then pressed the doorbell. However, no matter how long she pressed it, no one answered.

Not home? Or...?

She took a deep breath, turned to the side, and asked the property management staff to open the door for her.

She carefully opened the door and gestured for Song Lingge not to go in yet. She stepped into the room by herself. For some reason, even though it was broad daylight, all the curtains in the room were drawn, making it as dark as night.

A faint smell of blood entered her nostrils, and Lu Zhao was slightly startled. She quickly walked to the living room, and her eyes narrowed slightly when she saw the corpse hanging in the living room!

Chen Le is dead.

Chapter 108 Temporary Rest

Upon seeing the corpse, whose eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, Lu Zhao's throat moved with difficulty. A wave of acid reflux surged through his stomach, and he staggered back several steps, his face pale, until he was pressed against the wall.

No, no!

The original owner of this body wasn't as timid as her. After carrying out missions for several years, it was impossible for her to be so afraid of seeing a corpse that she couldn't even stand up straight.

Moreover, Song Lingge was still at the door. If he did something that was inconsistent with the original owner's behavior...

It will be noticed.

Those five short words swirled in Lu Zhao's mind like a curse, forcing her to stand firm. However, she dared not look at the horrifying corpse again. Instead, her face pale, she turned around the corner and said to Song Lingge, who was still standing in the entrance hall, "Call the police. Chen Le is dead."

Her voice trembled slightly, but that was the best she could control herself.

This was the first time in her short twenty-odd years that she had seen a corpse so directly and unexpectedly up close. The ones she had seen before were all through a screen with the images blurred, and the impact was on a completely different level.

"Yes, please come over here as soon as possible."

Song Lingge hung up the phone and told the property management staff to stay at the door and not go in. Then she went in alone and walked to Lu Zhao's side. Just as she was about to check the situation in the living room, Lu Zhao, who had not said a word, grabbed her sleeve.

She turned around in surprise and saw Lu Zhao shaking his head at her with a pale face, then pulling her back.

"…team leader?"

"Don't go over there."

Although her voice was still trembling, her tone was unwavering and resolute.

Protecting every member of the team is her responsibility, whether it's protecting their physical or mental well-being, it's all within her professional scope.

Now that she has seen the body, there is no need to involve Song Lingge in the rest of the matter.

“But Captain,” Song Lingge looked at her with a slightly surprised expression, her eyebrows curving upwards as she reached out and ruffled her hair, “don’t forget, I’m a year older than you. If you can see it, then I can naturally see it too.”