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“Captain Lu, we’ve already checked. In the past year, the police station hasn’t reported any cases related to the fireworks factory. Even a year ago, there were only some minor thefts, which don’t match the number of bombs this time at all.”

Ah this...

Lu Zhao blinked blankly and asked dryly, "Then... in the past year, have there been any online purchase records related to bomb materials in this city, even if they were purchased in batches?"

"No."

One answer completely stunned Lu Zhao.

Could it be that those bombs were manufactured before being secretly transported into the city? Or is it that the bomb-wielding woman can automatically generate bombs?

Hmm... the latter guess seems a bit more likely.

After all, the Spirit Race itself seems to defy the law of conservation of matter; otherwise, who could explain why there's a ball of fire inside her body? Don't tell me that this fire is formed by consuming her energy; at most, it just consumes her energy during the release process, making her feel tired.

Why would that man start his journey from the fireworks factory to the Red Bee Bar?

Is it still just misleading guidance?

Anticipating that the monitoring department might recognize him, he did not use his abilities to go to the bar, but instead chose to take a shared car from the fireworks factory to get there.

So now... the clues are gone again?

Just as she was panicking, Messiah, who had been sitting down to rest with her eyes closed while waiting for the results because she had watched too much surveillance footage, suddenly swayed, fell off the stool, and collapsed to the ground.

"Messiah!" Lu Zhao panicked and immediately stepped forward to help the person up, only to be surprised to find that the veins on the other person's forehead were bulging irregularly.

Is...an alien invasion?

Chapter 51 The Power of the Messiah

Thinking he had suddenly jumped into the set of an alien movie, Lu Zhao nervously supported Messiah, whose eyes were still tightly closed. Although he was afraid that the person would suddenly mutate, he still did not let go.

The veins on Messiah's forehead were still bulging irregularly, twisted and knotted like earthworms, giving her a strange sense of fear.

"Captain Lu, the psionic energy fluctuations around her are increasing rapidly," a male employee from the monitoring department suddenly said.

She was somewhat surprised and reached out to touch Messiah's forehead, only to feel a burning heat.

Why is this guy's psionic power so strange?

Thinking back to the only time he had ever witnessed the Messiah's abilities, it was almost a month ago, when he had just transmigrated here.

"The girl in my dream was dead, but suddenly she came back to life, replaced by... a brand new soul..."

For no apparent reason, Lu Zhao thought of what she had said to him back then, and he broke out in a cold sweat again. Could it be that Messiah is seeing something again through her abilities?

Is it related to myself, or... related to this incident?

She knelt on the ground, ignoring the advice of others, and held the burning hot Messiah tightly in her arms.

Not knowing whether he should wake her or not, or whether he could move her at this moment, Lu Zhao could only rely on his physical instincts and hold her as if grasping the wavering soul of the person in front of him.

"Wake up, Messiah!" she murmured softly, feeling the temperature of her palm touching the back of his ear getting higher and higher. With no other choice, she could only use the white flame as a medium, just like last time, to try to absorb the heat from his body when no one else could see.

After an unknown amount of time, even Lu Zhao herself was feeling dizzy and about to lose her grip on Messiah when the person who had been in her arms finally opened their eyes—

Those were golden eyes, which dimmed the instant they met Lu Zhao's gaze.

"Messiah!" she cried out, thinking she was seeing things. She grabbed the body that had lost its strength again.

This time, however, Messiah quickly regained consciousness, her light brown eyes, now back to normal, still showing a hint of confusion. "Captain... why are you holding me?"

Lu Zhao blinked, looked her up and down carefully, then placed his palm against her smooth forehead. Seeing that her temperature had returned to normal, he helped her sit up.

"What did you just see?" the male employee behind me asked directly.

Messiah touched his ears in confusion, where a little warmth still lingered. "Did I... fall asleep again?"

“You weren’t asleep; you unintentionally released your psionic energy.” The man dutifully explained, holding up a machine. “According to the data, this is the fourth time you’ve released your ability this year, lasting for 7 minutes and 13 seconds.”

You actually wrote all of it down.

Lu Zhao turned around with some surprise and looked at the refined-looking man who had been following behind them, assisting them. She couldn't help but ask, "May I ask your surname?"

“Zhou Yuhan is my sister,” the other person adjusted their glasses and answered seriously, “My name is Zhou Qing.”

No wonder his facial features resemble those of that young Zhou.

Lu Zhao nodded, then turned his attention to Messiah: "How are you? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

“It seems not.” Messiah shook her head. “However, I think I saw something.”

So it really is a side effect of time manipulation...?

Lu Zhao pondered to himself, then gently patted her back to calm her down before asking, "So what did you see?"

"Hmm... I think I saw a woman in a leather jacket with a particularly fit figure, who looks a bit like the woman in your portrait, Captain. She seemed to be in a square room with iron bars around it."

She spoke to the woman inside, handed her something the size of her palm, and was then taken away by another man who suddenly appeared, leaving only the woman in the black and white striped dress in the room…

She scratched her head, trying to squeeze out a few more words, but found that she had already said almost everything. She could only look up at Lu Zhao pitifully and say, "Captain... I can't remember the rest."

"It's alright, it's already very good that you remember so much." Lu Zhao protectively hugged the person, but his mind was racing.

A square room, iron bars, black and white striped clothes...

As if realizing something, she hurriedly looked up and asked Zhou Qing, "Where is the prison in this city?"

Zhou Qing frowned in confusion, but quickly picked up a tablet, entered a location, and showed it to her: "444 Ping'an Road in the suburbs. You mean, that prisoner is going to blow up the prison next?"

"Stop asking so many questions. Get a tank immediately. We need to get to the prison as soon as possible!"

As Lu Zhao spoke, he hurriedly asked Messiah, "Do you remember what the woman who was talking to the bomb woman looked like?"

"Well... I definitely can't tell you if you ask me, but if there's a photo, I can recognize it!" Messiah said, sounding troubled.

After Zhou Qing turned his back to finish the call, he pulled up a document on his tablet. "The tank is expected to arrive in two minutes. This is a list of all the inmates serving in the city's prisons. You can look at it on the way!"

As expected of Chi Ying's subordinates, their efficiency is too high!

Lu Zhao glanced at the other person gratefully, then quickly helped Messiah to his feet and asked with concern, "How are you? Can you walk now?"

"No problem, my legs are still a little weak." Messiah smiled back, and while being helped out, he quickly looked down at the information on his tablet.

"It was a woman...in her thirties...well, excluding male prisoners and those who don't match her age..."

She was talking to herself while operating the tablet, while Lu Zhao stood by the roadside and waited for a while, when he saw a silver-white car rise from the ground.

Seeing high technology from this perspective for the first time, she didn't even have time to exclaim before she quickly pulled Messiah into the car, entered the address into the car's AI, and prepared to take off immediately.

“A woman in her thirties…” Messiah was still searching for someone, staring at the screen as if he were possessed.

Lu Zhao felt a little reluctant and raised his hand to tell her not to be in such a hurry, but when he thought of the fleeting golden pupils in this person's eyes when she looked at him just now, his hand, which was only halfway outstretched, froze in mid-air.

Golden eyes...

For some reason, she felt like she had seen similar eyes somewhere before.

Did she see it, or did the original owner of this body see it?

As the tank took off stealthily and soared through the air, Messiah finally exclaimed with delight, "Found it! It's Zeng Ji!"

Lu Zhao was taken aback. Why did this name sound so familiar?

Chapter Fifty-Two: Detention Center

How could it not sound familiar? She had only seen this name recently.

Lu Zhao hurriedly took the tablet from her hand, and frowned as soon as he saw the familiar face on it.

"Is there a problem?" Messiah asked curiously, noticing her strange expression.

This is a huge problem.

She gritted her teeth and immediately said to the car's AI, "We're not going to the prison anymore, we're going to the detention center instead!"

"Huh?" Messiah was taken aback. "Why the sudden change of course? Shouldn't this woman be in prison?"

Lu Zhao shook his head, and only after sensing that the chariot had turned around in time did he explain to her, "This should record all the prisoners, right? But as you know, not everyone is locked up in prison."

A detention center is a place for the temporary detention of criminals and criminal suspects. If a criminal sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment has less than three months remaining in his sentence before being handed over for execution of his sentence, the detention center shall execute the sentence on his behalf.

As for Zeng Ji, she was a salesperson for tainted milk powder. Even if she was suspected of assaulting the reporter, the case had not yet gone to trial. According to the rules, she should be in a detention center now.

“Ah…then Captain, you…” Messiah looked at Lu Zhao with some surprise. Although she didn’t say the rest of the words, Lu Zhao understood what she meant just from her eyes.

The original owner of this body also spent time in a detention center.

She closed her eyes helplessly, feeling a resistance and disgust rising from the bottom of her heart, and unconsciously clenched her fists.

"It's nothing, we're just investigating the case." She spoke softly, as if explaining to Messiah, but more so to herself.

Because the detention center was located in the city, the chariot arrived at its destination in less than two minutes. Lu Zhao didn't have time to deal with his inner emotions, so he immediately got out of the chariot and ran towards the door with Messiah.

"Hey, wait a minute!" The guard on duty at the gate quickly stopped them. "Today is not the visitation day. Please come back in a couple of days."

Lu Zhao didn't have time to say much to him and directly pulled out his work ID: "The Spirit Management Bureau has an urgent matter. Please find the director!"

To everyone's surprise, the middle-aged staff member didn't just check and let her pass like the others. Instead, he solemnly took her work ID and looked at it for a while before exclaiming, "It's you! That Lu Zhao!"

Does this person know the original owner of this body?

A sense of vigilance arose in her heart, and her previously warm expression instantly turned cold. "Who I am is not important. We have something very important to discuss with the director. Please let us in!"

"Haha, Lu Zhao, you weren't this powerful back when you were with us." The other person laughed and shoved the work ID into her hand. "What, you don't recognize me now that you're at the Spirit Management Bureau?"

A feeling of disgust welled up inside him, and Lu Zhao gritted his teeth, remaining silent.

Messiah, standing beside her, stepped forward. Completely different from his usual joking manner, he coldly said to her, "I told you I have something to discuss with the director, didn't you understand? If we delay things because of you, we probably won't see you here again next time."

The other person's expression changed, and he reluctantly picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Chief, this is 3511. There are two people from the Bureau of Spirits who want to see you."

Lu Zhao couldn't wait any longer and snatched the walkie-talkie from his hand. "Is this the station chief? Please find a prisoner named Zeng Ji as soon as possible. She may be carrying a bomb, so please be careful!"

"A...bomb?" The worker's voice trembled with fear. "You mean there's a bomb here?"

Messiah snorted coldly, "Otherwise, do you think this is a good place? Would we have come here willingly? Let me tell you, if we really waste time because of you, you're finished!"

"I just said a couple of extra words, how... how can this be blamed on me..." He hurriedly looked at Lu Zhao, and seeing that they seemed to have already reached an agreement with the director, he rushed forward, "Lu Zhao! When I used to work in the cafeteria, I always gave you a piece of meat, could you..."

The face of the pale-faced man before him overlapped with a mocking face from his memory. Lu Zhao remained calm, handed him the walkie-talkie, and said calmly, "Excuse me, we need to go in now."

"Okay! Okay! I'll lead the way right away!" He nodded hurriedly and led them inside.