Casting spells

Although they can also rely on their own strength to keep these ordinary people out, they can't do it so easily, as if they can get everything done with a wave of their hands.

Of course, this Mind Blast is not the shadow spell used by priests in the world of Azeroth, but the psychic power that mind flayers in Faerun are best at.

Any unlucky person who is not strong-willed will lose the ability to think on the spot once they are within the range of the spell, and it looks as if they are frozen.

……

Walking into the store, Zhang Cheng immediately smelled a pungent smell of blood.

Old Buzz was glued to the wall by a wave of magical energy, a cold ice pick was stuck in his heart, and his mouth was sewn up with thread for some unknown reason.

Next to him, there are a few guys who look like customers, with their feet together, forming a blooming shape like a sunflower or the sun.

As for the cause of death, they were all frozen to death, and their bodies were covered with a layer of white frost. It is estimated that with just a light touch, the corpses would shatter into slag on the spot.

Such a strange way of killing, full of mysterious sense of ritual, finally aroused Zhang Cheng's interest.

He carefully checked the condition of each corpse, and the boundless fear that remained in Old Bath's pupils, before he asked Polman without looking back: "Is there any surveillance video here?"

"No! Old Bath is a person who values ​​privacy very much, and he extremely rejects modern technology. Not to mention surveillance equipment, he doesn't even have a piece of household electrical appliances except for lamps." The latter replied with a painful face.

Obviously, he who has fully integrated into the modern society cannot understand a guy like Old Bath who is seriously out of touch with the times.

"What about the lost antiques?" Zhang Cheng rubbed his chin and asked again.

"It is said that it is half a disc made entirely of gold, with some strange patterns and symbols engraved on it."

"So it was a planned murder and robbery. The other party is very familiar with this store, and he is also very familiar with Old Bath. Get out and deal with the scene. There is no valuable information here. Also, help me to investigate Take a look at the surveillance in other nearby places to see who passed by when the killing happened."

Zhang Cheng knew that it was usually difficult to quickly find the murderer in such a well-planned operation, so he planned to return to the stronghold to clear his mind slowly.

According to his judgment, since this guy has blatantly called the descendant of Selma, he will definitely not be willing to remain silent. It won't be long before the second killing will be staged.

The more people killed, the more Majiao will be exposed by the other party, and sooner or later they will be caught.

What's more, that guy also snatched a mysterious antique gold disc, probably planning some big move.

"Understood! Leave this to me." Polman quickly rushed to the door and called to one of the Latino young men.

The latter immediately ran in and began to spit scalding steam towards the corpse. After a while, the frozen corpse returned to normal, and even gave off a faint smell of barbecue.

The old Bath stuck to the wall was forcibly torn off and laid flat on the ground.

After everything was settled, the two left the shop immediately and began to ask nearby businesses or individuals with surveillance video one by one.

When the police arrived, they had already taken several hard drives and walked away.

Of course, everyone's memory has been revised, including those who came to see the excitement at the door. No one remembers that Polman and Zhang Cheng walked into the small shop, let alone the former's impact on the crime scene. terrible destruction.

It is estimated that even if the best forensic doctor comes now, he may not be able to figure out what happened nearby and why these people were brutally murdered...

Chapter 551 The Murderer

"Master! Found it! The murderer is this woman!"

After two full hours, Polman finally locked onto a young woman with long black hair in a black windbreaker from among the many surveillance videos, and cleared the blurred picture through software, then printed it out and sent it to the base The topmost room.

Unfortunately, this woman seemed to be very vigilant and kept her head down. The camera failed to capture her face, but her height and weight could still be roughly estimated.

Seeing this attractive back view, Zhang Cheng raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and directly ordered: "Send a copy of the photo to all the congressmen and lords in New York for me, and send another copy to the Supreme Council. Tell them there is a dangerous man claiming to be a descendant of Thelma."

"Understood! I'll send someone to do it right away. Also, are you sure you don't need to issue a warrant to let the residents of the entire underground world look for it?" Polman asked cautiously.

"No, no need, wait until the auction is over. You should go back early to celebrate Christmas with your family, they probably don't know your real identity yet?" Zhang Cheng waved his hand nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on A4 The woman on the paper.

He had a hunch that the other party would definitely bring him unprecedented excitement and entertainment in the next period of time.

That's right!

In his opinion, the descendants of Selma, who had caused huge casualties to the North American Council, were at best a slightly stronger character, far from jumping out of the chessboard and becoming a real chess player.

To be exact, not even the members of the Supreme Council see through the true face of this world.

Only Faust and Laverne, the very few old guys who have insight into the secrets hidden in history, understand what real power is, and even desire from the bottom of their hearts to surpass the limits of mortals and become a true god.

greedy!

envy!

Ambition!

desire!

Although many people regard them as the root of evil and the dark side of human nature, they ignore that it is they that allow human beings to move from primitive wildness to civilization, and to complete miracles that even the gods admire one after another.

To some extent, greed, jealousy, ambition and desire are the most precious wealth of human beings.

Only when you want to get something from the bottom of your heart, will you work hard and fight hard regardless of the cost, and release your full potential...

Polman obviously didn't know what the object of his allegiance was thinking at the moment, and there was a rare gentle expression on his face: "That's right! I haven't told them yet, and I'm not even sure whether I should tell them, maybe I don't know the underground It’s not bad to pass through the affairs of the world in general. Of course, if some of my sons and daughters are awakened, it will be another matter.”

"Hehe, being a parent is really not easy, isn't it?" Zhang Cheng teased in a half-joking tone.

"Yeah! Thinking about it now, I don't even know how my parents endured those stupid things I did when I was a teenager. Oh, by the way, I have prepared a small gift for you, Merry Christmas." Saying, Bo Erman took out an exquisite gift box from his pocket.

Zhang Cheng took it and opened it, and found that it was a dagger inlaid with exquisite emeralds, exuding a faint magical atmosphere, as if the soul of a powerful animal was sealed inside.

"The Dagger of Zanka is said to be a weapon of a voodoo witch doctor in North Africa in the [-]th century. With it, you can gain the power of the animal spirits sealed inside. Although it may not be very useful to you, it is already It's the best gift I can get." Polman introduced with a smile.

"Thank you! Very nice weapon! As a gift in return, I'll give this to you." Zhang Cheng casually took out a bottle of potion that can strengthen the body's upper limit of mana absorption from his magic pocket and threw it over.

"This is!?"

Feeling the strong energy emanating from the potion bottle, Polman's eyes revealed an unbelievable light.

Perhaps others are not very clear about the talent of the young master in front of him in alchemy, especially in the preparation of magic potions, but he is very clear.

Many people in the underground world would not hesitate to kill people in order to obtain a bottle of the lowest-level healing potion or magic power recovery potion.

In just a few short hours, more than thirty or forty unlucky people lost their lives.

"It's nothing, a gadget that can permanently increase the magic power, you can drink it yourself, or give it to your children. Well, thank you, save it, you can go home after finishing this matter .Finally, Merry Christmas."

With the last word blurted out, Zhang Cheng walked out of the office and took a special elevator to the underground parking lot.

Before he took out the key, he saw a beautiful figure standing beside the car, staring at him with a smile.

"Ms. Venus? Are you waiting for me?"