At the police station entrance, the night wind blew gently, and the streetlights gave off a dim yellow light. Lin Yuan and Pan Jie pushed through the glass doors, greeted by a group of imposing bodyguards in black suits lining the lobby, their gazes sharp and vigilant.
At the center of the guards, an elegant woman with striking poise spoke to Uncle Wei. Clad in a tailored white suit that accentuated her tall, statuesque figure, she moved with effortless grace. Yet her eyes held a piercing intensity, as if capable of unraveling every lie.
"Yes, we need your help to find him," Uncle Wei said, frowning gravely.
The woman nodded calmly, her tone steady and authoritative: "You're welcome. We work for the government, it's our duty to assist."
Abruptly, she stiffened, as if sensing something, and spun around. Her gaze locked onto the entrance, meeting Lin Yuan's eyes directly.
For a heartbeat, the air seemed to freeze.
Before Lin Yuan could speak, a clear prompt rang in his mind:
"Ding! Main mission triggered: Destroy the Blood-Colored Altar."
Lin Yuan's eyes sharpened, his heart jolting.
Blood-Colored Altar? What the hell is that?
At the same time, a faint, ghostly outline appeared behind Zhang Luo, it was the emissary of Black and White Impermanence!
"Don't worry, little one. He means no harm," rumbled the deep voice of the Black Impermanence emissary.
Zhang Luo's expression shifted. She bowed respectfully to the emissaries.
Lin Yuan's brows rose. So this woman isn't ordinary—she can sense Black and White Impermanence?
But when he saw Zhang Luo visibly relax, he turned his attention elsewhere.
"Ah, Xiaojie's here," Uncle Wei said, hurrying over as he spotted Pan Jie. He lowered his voice: "Are you Xiaojie… or Teacher Lin?"
Pan Jie gave him a sidelong glance. "Uncle Wei, it's me, Xiaojie. Teacher Lin has gotten stronger lately, he can come into the police station with me now without needing to possess anyone."
Uncle Wei coughed awkwardly. Before he could reply, Zhang Luo approached. Her gaze was cool and penetrating, as if sizing them up.
"Hello. I've already heard about you from Uncle Wei. I'd like to collaborate with you," she said, staring directly at Lin Yuan. "But you must tell me your true identity."
Uncle Wei led them to a conference room for a detailed discussion.
"How did you learn that my family's Zhang Clan has a Blood-Colored Altar?" Zhang Luo asked.
Lin Yuan's mind stirred, but his expression remained calm.
He couldn't possibly tell her he'd found out through "Jiuchong prompts", even a three-year-old wouldn't believe that.
So he sighed, feigning complexity: "Actually, I heard it from an old man."
Zhang Luo's brows lifted. "What old man?"
Lin Yuan regarded her solemnly, lowering his voice: "A feng shui master who once served the Zhang Clan."
"He told me the Zhangs have worshipped something secret for generations. He even revealed they built a hidden shrine years ago called the 'Blood-Colored Altar.'
"He also said it's linked to the Underworld and might hide things that shouldn't exist."
Lin Yuan spoke gravely but vaguely on purpose, making his words sound partly true.
Zhang Luo studied him, as if weighing his credibility.
After a moment, she smiled enigmatically. "Do you think I'd believe that?"
"Belief doesn't matter," Lin Yuan shrugged. "You should know better than anyone whether the Blood-Colored Altar exists."
I'll test her first, see how much she knows.
Zhang Luo fell silent, her eyes flickering with thought.
Just then, rapid footsteps echoed from the lobby. Uncle Wei's assistant hurried over and whispered anxiously in his ear.
Uncle Wei's face paled. "What? Another homicide?"
Pan Jie started. "Uncle Wei, what's happening?"
Uncle Wei sighed heavily. "This is the third murder this month… and they've all occurred in my jurisdiction."
Pan Jie's eyes widened. "No way! Why are so many people dying lately?"
Uncle Wei's frown grew deeper. "Ugh, why so many homicides? They're all happening in my district, I'll get criticized in my year-end review…"
Pan Jie muttered, "This is really odd…"
Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes, studying Uncle Wei. "…Where did it happen?"
Uncle Wei sighed again. "Q Hotel… Again at Q Hotel."
Lin Yuan and Pan Jie exchanged a startled look, their hearts jolting.
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警局门口,夜风微凉,街灯昏黄.林远和潘洁推开玻璃门,迎面便见到大厅里站着一群穿着黑西装的保镖,气势冷峻,目光警惕.
在保镖们的中央,一位气质出众的女子正与伟叔交谈.她一袭剪裁精致的白色西装,身材高挑,曲线恰到好处,举手投足间带着一股与生俱来的优雅从容.然而,她的眼神却透着凌厉,仿佛能看透一切谎言.
"是的,要拜托你们帮忙找到他了." 伟叔眉头微皱,语气郑重.
女子轻轻点头,语调平稳而不失威严:"客气了,都是吃国家饭的,我们理应辅助才是."
话音刚落,她似乎感应到了什么,身体陡然一僵,猛然回头.目光直直地落在大门口,正好与林远对上.
一瞬间,空气仿佛凝固.
林远目光微闪,正欲开口,忽然脑海中响起了清晰的提示音.
"叮!触发主任务:请消灭血色祭坛."
林远眸光一凛,心头微震.
血色祭坛?这又是什么鬼东西?
而与此同时,站在张洛身后的某个身影,也缓缓浮现出虚幻的轮廓,是黑白无常的分身使者!
"放心,小丫头,他不害人." 一道低沉的声音响起,正是黑无常的分身使者.
张洛闻言,眼神微变,随即对着两位使者拱手,态度恭敬.
林远眉头微挑,心中暗道:这女人果然不是普通人,居然能察觉到黑白无常的存在?
不过,当他察觉到张洛的身体明显放松下来后,便没有继续关注,收回了视线.
"哟,小洁来了啊." 伟叔看见潘洁,快步走近,低声问道:"你是小洁,还是林教师?"
潘洁斜了他一眼,没好气地说道:"伟叔,我是小洁.林教师最近变强了,不用附身都能和我一起进警局了."
伟叔轻咳一声,正要继续说什么,张洛却已经迈步走来.她的眼神冷静而深邃,似乎带着些许试探的意味.
"你们好,我之前已经从伟叔知道你们的事情了,我可以和你们合作." 她缓缓开口,目光直视林远,"但你得告诉我,你的真实身份."
伟叔带他们到会议室里详谈,一段时间后.
"你是如何知道我们张家,有血色祭坛这件事情的?" 张洛问.
林远心中一动,面上却波澜不惊.
他当然不可能告诉张洛自己是靠 "九重提示" 得知的,毕竟这种解释连三岁小孩都不会信.
于是,他缓缓叹了口气,神色有些复杂:"其实,我是从一个老人口中得知的."
张洛眉头微挑:"什么老人?"
林远故作深沉地看着她,低声道:"一位曾经为张家效力的风水先生."
"他告诉我,张家几代人以来,一直在供奉某种隐秘的东西.他甚至透露,张家在多年前曾秘密建造了一处供奉场所,名为 '血色祭坛' ."
"他还说,那里与阴司有所关联,甚至... 可能藏着某些不该存在的东西."
林远的语气透着几分凝重,又带着些许隐晦,故意让自己的话听起来半真半假.
张洛凝视着他,似乎在判断他这番话的可信度.
片刻后,她微微一笑,意味深长地说道:"你看,我会相信吗?"
"你信不信,已经不重要了." 林远轻轻耸肩,"反正,你应该比我更清楚,'血色祭坛' 的存在."
林远心想,先诈一诈她,看她知道多少.
张洛沉默片刻,目光闪烁,不知在思索什么.
就在这时,大厅另一端传来一阵急促的脚步声.伟叔的助手神色慌张地跑了过来,低声在伟叔耳边说了几句.
伟叔的脸色骤然一变:"什么?又发生命案了?"
潘洁一愣,好奇地问道:"伟叔,出什么事了?"
伟叔长叹一声,语气有些沉重:"这已经是这个月发生的第三起命案了... 而且,全都在我的管辖范围内."
潘洁瞪大眼睛:"不会吧?怎么最近老是死人?"
伟叔脸上的愁容更深,低声抱怨道:"唉哟,怎么最近老是命案啊... 都在我的地盘上发生,我年尾的工作考评,恐怕要被上头狠狠批一顿了..."
潘洁忍不住感慨:"这确实有点邪门了..."
林远则眯起眼睛,若有所思地看着伟叔:"... 案发地点在哪?"
伟叔叹了口气:"Q饭店...又是Q饭店."
林远和潘洁对视一眼,心头皆是一震.