The soul body that cannot be seen by mortal eyes floated into the community like a gust of wind.
Zhang Yuanqing looked down and saw two plainclothes officers wearing headsets, smoking and chatting as if nothing had happened, and occasionally looking at the pedestrians entering and leaving the community.
It was ten o'clock in the evening, and there were still many pedestrians entering and leaving the community. The restaurants, supermarkets, and fruit shops on the street were still open.
He continued to fly with the wind and saw several plainclothes security guards "wandering" in the blind spots of six residential buildings, including his cousin who was closely protected by the ghost bride.
The cousin was leaning against the front of a car, smoking "bored", and he was unaware that there was a shadow wearing a gorgeous red wedding dress and a red veil standing next to him.
The evening breeze blew, and he seemed a little cold and shivered.
The ghost bride's yin energy was too detrimental to her yang energy. When this matter was over, she would take it back as soon as possible. Zhang Yuanqing retracted his gaze, passed through the outer walls of the six residential buildings, and came to the corridor on the seventh floor.
The community is quite high-end, with four households per floor and one elevator.
Room 708 is just on the left side of the corridor. Zhang Yuanqing floated towards the brown security door, and the first thing that appeared in his field of vision was a messy living room.
The coffee table was full of canned beer, fast food boxes, ashtrays were full of cigarette butts, shoes, socks, clothes, messily thrown on the sofa, or dropped on the ground.
The owner of the room was obviously a man who was extremely sloppy in life.
The bathroom was on the left side of the living room, and the bedroom was on the right. The room structure was a standard one-bedroom, one-living room, and one-bathroom, with a total area of no more than 50 square meters.
Zhang Yuanqing cast his eyes towards the bedroom and could vaguely hear a woman's moan coming from inside.
It's not the right time, he muttered in his heart.
This is not a strange thing. Ten o'clock at night is the time for making people.
It's just that there was a woman suddenly, which was unexpected. He needed to consider more things. For example, if the woman was an ordinary person, he would have to deal with the suspect in a more gentle way.
If the woman is a spiritual walker, is she lawful or evil? If she is the former, should he kill her directly, or subdue her first and then take her back to the police station for interrogation?
While thinking, he had already passed through the bedroom door.
The round incandescent lamp on the ceiling cast a bright light. On the double bed in the master bedroom, the sheets were messy. A strong man with bronze skin, with his hands on the bed, was lying on a young woman and sprinting hard.
The bronze skin and the fair skin were intertwined, forming a strong visual impact.
The man had a very good body proportion, with clear muscle lines and no excess body fat. Under the incandescent lamp, beads of sweat flowed along the muscles that undulated like dragons on his back.
The young woman's voice was a little hoarse and her consciousness was blurred. No one knew how long he had been sprinting.
Zhang Yuanqing walked around the head of the bed and examined the man's face. His facial features were ordinary, his eyebrows were fierce, and he was not a good person at first glance. There was a striking scar on his forehead.
He seemed to have reached a critical moment, speeding up his rhythm, and was completely unaware of the Saint Realm spirit that had sneaked into the room.
Zhang Yuanqing cast his eyes on the girl again. She was slender, with fair skin and soft muscles. After just a few glances, he was sure that she was an ordinary person.
The physique of a spiritual realm walker is significantly different from that of an ordinary person. Take Guan Ya for example. Although she is also soft and elastic, her muscles are extremely tough.
It is not visible when there is no force, but once there is force, the density of the muscles can be easily seen.
And this girl has been under force, so Zhang Yuanqing judged that she is an ordinary person.
Leaving the girl behind, he looked at the clothes, bras and lace underwear scattered by the bed, and then at the lady's backpack on the sofa by the bed. The backpack was open, and he saw several books and a stack of money in it.
Combined with the girl's age, she should be a female student from a nearby university.
Zhang Yuanqing no longer hesitated, and immediately floated towards the man with a scar on his forehead and entered his body.
The man who was accelerating his rhythm suddenly stiffened and stopped all his movements.
The shaking of the double bed subsided.
The girl seemed to notice it and opened her eyes with a gasp. The light on the ceiling was too bright. She squinted her eyes and saw the man with an extremely twisted and painful expression, as if he was struggling.
But in the next second, his expression returned to normal.
"What's wrong?" The girl asked delicately, her voice soft and hoarse.
The man with a scar on his forehead ignored her, raised his hand, stroked the girl's neck, and gently pressed on the carotid artery.
The pain came instantly, and then the girl rolled her eyes and fell into a coma.
Fuck, I'm losing a lot. Zhang Yuanqing, who controlled the scarred man's body, muttered in his heart, straightened his back, manipulated the scarred man to raise his hands, pressed his left cheek with his right hand, hugged the right half of his head with his left hand, and exerted force violently.
"Crack!"
The scarred man turned his head behind him and saw his back and the girl's bare white legs.
His eyes widened instantly, blood vessels burst in his eyeballs, and his body fell limply.
Zhang Yuanqing's spirit popped out and stood by the bed. Darkness surged in his eye sockets, attracting the spirits remaining in the corpse. Soon, a ferocious-looking residual soul floated out, baring its fangs and claws at him, but was too timid to really attack.
The spirit was so ferocious, and it did a lot of evil things in its life. It deserved to die. Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth and sucked it, swallowing the spirit.
He quickly finished watching the scarred man's broken life. In the fragments of memory, Zhang Yuanqing saw the man wearing a mask and a baseball cap and entering a bar on the corner.
In the brightly lit room, a middle-aged man with a thin figure and dark skin like an old farmer sat naked by the bed, looking down at "himself" coldly.
Behind the middle-aged man, two women with plump figures and white and tender as lambs were lying on their sides. They seemed to have been terribly tortured and fell into a coma.
"Your future task is to find high-quality toys for me. If you find one, you will be rewarded with 100,000. But before you do anything for me, you need to take it."
The skinny middle-aged man spread out his palm, which was a black cicada pupa.
The scarred man lowered his head in fear, not daring to refuse, and bowed:
"Yes, God!"
As the screen flashed, Zhang Yuanqing saw women being brought into the bar one by one. They were bewitched, lost themselves, lost their dignity, and willingly became toys.
Soon, the spacious room became a space comparable to a hotel lobby, with a rectangular swimming pool in the center and a table by the pool filled with fruits and food.
Women in swimsuits were playing in the water, eating, or taking a nap on lounge chairs.
The skinny, dark-skinned man played with the women wantonly, sometimes in the swimming pool, sometimes on the lounge chair, and sometimes at the dining table.
He said to the scarred man with satisfaction:
"You did a good job, but I hope you can find a lawful profession for me, preferably an official walker."
"Yes, Lord God!"
The scene changed again, and he saw the scarred man fighting with a beautiful woman. The two sides had a huge difference in combat power, and the beautiful woman was quickly subdued.
She was covered with a hood, tied up, and taken into the bar and into the lobby with the swimming pool.
The skinny middle-aged man looked at the beautiful woman with a panic-stricken face and said, "You did a good job!"
The scarred man bowed and retreated, pushed open the door and left, with the woman's shrill cries behind him.
It ended here. Zhang Yuanqing broke free from the state of asking for spirits. After witnessing the experiences of those women with his own eyes, a strong anger and murderous intent surged in his heart.
But the "divine general" mentioned by the scarred man forced Zhang Yuanqing to suppress his emotions and think carefully.
The bewitching demon divine general!!
The divine general is a unique title for the military bishop. There are many saints in the military bishop, but only eight can be given the title of divine general. Each divine general is a person at the peak of the saint realm.
The head of the divine general, Yin Yue, can even compete with Fu Qingyang.
"The divine general who has a strong obsession with women, among the eight divine generals, only lust. I didn't expect that this missing person case involved a divine general!"
This can understand why the evil organization would use this "cost-effective" low-level method to kidnap women, not to make money, but for selfish desires.
The more powerful the evil profession, the stronger the obsession in the heart, such as the devil's eye king who is crazy about "punishing evil".
"High-level evil professions are really cancerous. They have no self-control. The meaning of their existence is to poison the world and harm innocent people."
"That girl with an orderly profession should be Lizhi from the Palace of Stopping Killings. I hope she is still alive."
Zhang Yuanqing sighed, opened the bedroom and security door one by one, then walked through the reinforced concrete building, floated through the community with the wind, looked down first, searched for his cousin's figure, confirmed that he was safe, and then returned to the black business car and returned to the body.
The next second, he opened his eyes.
Li Dongze, who had been paying attention to him, saw him wake up and immediately said:
"How is it?"
Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "It's dealt with. There is a female college student inside. She won't wake up for a while. It's best to deal with the scene quickly and don't let her see the dead, so as not to leave a psychological shadow."
Li Dongze nodded and grabbed the walkie-talkie, "Captain Chen, the suspect has been shot dead. It's up to you to clean up the mess."
He roughly described the situation at the scene.
Chen Yuanjun's tone was full of joy: "I understand. Thank you for your help, Captain Li."
Li Dongze said again:
"This case is taken over by our special operations department. You will obey orders and assist, but don't investigate without authorization."
After ending the call, he put down the walkie-talkie, looked at Zhang Yuanqing, and said solemnly:
"Is there a big fish behind it?"
With his insight skills, it is not difficult for him to see the seriousness of the matter from Yuanshi's micro-expressions.
"Hmm!" Zhang Yuanqing exhaled slowly, "The mastermind behind this is the God of Lust. You should know why he kidnapped women. In addition, there are definitely more than a dozen missing persons. I saw nearly thirty victims in the memories of the dead."
"It's really outrageous," Li Dongze lit a cigarette, and as the smoke curled up, he frowned and said:
"It seems that after the Demon Eye King was imprisoned, the Military Master sent the God of Lust to sneak into Songhai to maintain the intelligence channel. He kidnapped the victims to satisfy his own desires, but he should not kill people. This is a blessing in disguise."
The moral value deducted for killing and silencing is not the same as the moral value deducted for kidnapping women as playthings.
This is the basis for Li Dongze to be sure that the victims are still alive.
"Did you see the address?" asked the True Eye Chief.
Zhang Yuanqing nodded.
"Call Elder Fu and inform him that he has to deal with this case. We can't handle it." Li Dongze made a prompt decision.
Zhang Yuanqing had already dialed Fu Qingyang's number before he opened his mouth.
The ringing sounded for a moment, and Fu Qingyang's cold but textured voice came:
"What's the matter?"
"Centurion, I have found the source of the missing persons case. The mastermind behind it is the lustful general of the military bishop." Zhang Yuanqing reported.