I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Six hundred and eighty-three. The devil comes

"It is reported that a hacker organization base in Northern Europe was attacked this time. The police investigated on site and found that according to the residence registration, more than 30 members of the organization should have lived here, but only the remains of some members were found at the site. As well as traces of certain religious ceremonies, due to the complex situation at the scene, the police stated that further investigation is needed, and currently no organization has claimed responsibility for the incident here."

The news on the mobile phone played the latest reports, which made the police officer in charge, Essenwell, shake his head.

"What the heck, our journalists can't even tell the truth?"

Essenwell was wearing a mask. He put away his cell phone, opened the cordon, and walked into the abandoned factory.

"Man, you know, if we told people that these people don't know why they are like this, we would be out of a job the next day."

said another police officer standing nearby, also wearing a mask and gloves.

The two walked through a white shed, put on white isolation gowns to prevent pollution, and finally entered the abandoned factory.

A strong smell of blood came. This strong smell was unbearable even for experienced butchers who worked in the slaughterhouse every day. As a criminal police officer with sixteen years of experience, Essenwell saw it for the first time. In this situation, I also vomited into the isolation suit on the spot, and developed a strong sense of dizziness, which did not ease until a few hours later.

What appeared before Essenwell and his colleagues was a scene of hell that even Dante's "Divine Comedy" could not describe.

On the walls, on the table, on the computer, and even on the ceiling, coagulated flesh and blood was splashed everywhere. According to the forensic identification, the flesh and blood was thrown up with a huge force, and the impact caused the pieces of flesh to spread directly into pieces. According to the speculations of forensic doctors, a piece of cake can only appear in this state when an explosion equivalent to a cannonball occurs in the human body.

But think about it carefully, how could a person produce such an explosion?

Essenwell looked to the other side. On the ground, countless pieces of meat were gathered together like living worms. Only the outline of human beings could be vaguely recognized. There were at least five people here, being crushed in a twisted way. Mixed together, no one except the devil can think of why they are like this.

In other corners of the factory, there are some even weirder corpses. The bones, muscles, and blood vessels of these corpses form some kind of tentacle-like structure. Of course, this is just the forensic view. In fact, the form of these people has collapsed. They became weird and terrifying monsters. Fortunately, their bodies were full of bullet holes, so they were probably eliminated by other people in the abandoned factory.

Just think about it, and you can imagine a scenario in which your companions turn into monsters one by one, and then have to kill them with guns. In the end, even you can't escape the tragic fate.

Of course, this is outrageous.

Essenwell is more willing to believe that some cruel, cunning and perverted gangsters vent their cruel desires here.

He came to a room, and the situation here was even more tragic. There were half-gnawed corpses, as well as pieces of flesh that had stopped moving and monsters with tentacles growing out.

Here, Essenwell saw a strange object on the table.

That's a helmet.

Of course Essenwell knows this helmet.

It’s [Morning Star].

He himself didn't pay much attention to this kind of gaming device, but his son, who was in junior high school, was an avid fan of Lu Jian and wanted him to get one for him no matter what.

Fortunately, after learning that Lu Tian's equipment was only in Chinese, his son calmed down a bit. Essenwell even offered to let his son learn Chinese, which was not a loss anyway.

"Why is this thing here?"

Essenwell asked.

"[Morning Star] Ah, our colleagues from the technical team investigated the computer hard drive here and found that this hacker group may be working on cracking this device. Unfortunately, they seem to have failed. There are no relevant files in the hard drive. This device There’s no problem other than being taken apart.”

The colleague on the side replied.

"oh."

Essenwell looked away from the helmet. He thought that these people were attacked when they were trying to crack it. The helmet was not directly related to the piece.

He looked around, and suddenly, some inspiration made Essenwell look to the ground.

He saw the blood stains on the floor of a boss's chair, which seemed to form some kind of regular shape.

"look here."

Essenwell carefully came to the chair. He knelt down and asked for a flashlight to illuminate the ground.

He saw that there was a shoe print left on the solidified blood.

There were many shoe prints left at the scene, enough to bear witness to the panic of those present, but this shoe print was different.

This is a woman's shoe print.

As an experienced criminal policeman, Essenwell could tell at a glance that these were the high-heeled footprints of a young woman. She was quite slender, and she did not panic at all while walking in this blood-stained place.

As we all know, this organization is registered, and there are no women in the death list that has been traced so far.

Who is this woman?

Essenwell vaguely felt that he might have grasped the key to this matter.

At this time, his cell phone suddenly rang.

In this quiet and busy crime scene, the sudden ringtone made many people shiver.

Essenwell glanced at the caller and saw that it was his immediate boss.

He hurriedly left the scene, went outside to a place where the air was slightly fresher, and answered the phone.

"It's me, I'm at the scene, we've found some clues, what? Wait, but okay, I know."

Eisenwell hung up the phone.

His boss had just told him that all information related to this case would be sealed immediately and closed immediately, and no further investigation would be allowed.

This made Essenwell feel unreasonable.

But it is not that he has never seen this kind of situation before. In certain cases involving areas that he cannot touch, he will encounter such a treatment.

Although the detective's intuition told Essenwell that there might be something bigger involved behind this incident, he still suppressed his curiosity.

After get off work, Essenwell drove home. He habitually turned on the car radio as background music.

At this time, he heard some noteworthy news.

"According to our reporter, an explosion occurred at the experimental base of XXXX Company in XXXX early this morning. Many engineers died in the accident. It is reported that the experimental base"

He listened to the unexpected news about a certain weapons company on the radio, and felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Turning up the radio volume slightly and looking away from the radio station, Essenwell suddenly saw a voluptuous woman wearing a cheongsam standing in front of his car.

He hurriedly stepped on the brakes, but the woman seemed not to notice at all. She covered her face with a fan and walked towards the other side of the street.

The sound of horns and roars came from behind, but Essenwell was too stunned to start the car again.

Some unpleasant premonition emerged in his heart, and Essenwell finally turned his gaze back from the corner where the woman disappeared.

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The traffic policeman on duty knocked on Essenwell's window and he put it down.

"Sir, are you having any problems?"

the traffic policeman asked.

"No, I didn't. I just wanted to avoid that lady."

Essenwell was a little incoherent.

"Miss?"

The traffic policeman looked at Essenwell suspiciously, like a drug addict taking to the streets and racing.

"There are no ladies here, sir. This is the middle of the street."

The traffic policeman said.