"Dead... just like that?"
"Yes, Lord Luo Ke."
The Linz small town station had a long line of caution tape drawn up.
Inside the caution tape, a pool of blood.
A warm breeze with a faint bloody scent blew through the corridor, as Luo Ke crouched before the blood pool, with a complex expression. As the Star Envoy overseeing the small town of Linz for several years, this was the first time he had encountered such a bizarre "Transcendent event."
The victim's neck was broken, twisted around, revealing a face burnt beyond recognition by flames.
His "face" had been stolen.
"What about the surveillance footage at the time of the incident?"
Luo Ke raised his head.
He glanced up at the corridor's ceiling, slightly furrowing his brows, "Did the alarm not go off?"
"My lord... that's the peculiar part."
The subordinate respectfully reported, "Last night, the Linz Station's surveillance room was completely calm, showing no anomalies."
"Deep Sea malfunctioned?"
