Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Lynn decided to leave his house and enjoy some fresh air as noon approached. Stepping outside, he immediately noticed the source of the commotion outside a few blocks away. Police lights were flashing, and a small crowd had gathered.

Approaching cautiously, Lynn blended into the murmuring crowd to get a sense of what was happening. He overheard hushed conversations about another gruesome murder that had taken place nearby.

"The poor soul died an awful death," an elderly woman whispered to her companion. Another victim had appeared in the area, and the way of death was miserable.

Upon receiving the alerting report, all nearby police forces were dispatched. Blocking off the crime scene. The entire street was filled with flashing police lights.

Amidst the discussions of the crowd, rumors circulated about witnesses claiming that the murderer didn’t seem to be human. However, such assertions were evidently dismissed by the authorities, and this rumor was quickly denied by the police.

Lynn stood at a distance, gazing beyond the yellow police tape that cordoned off the crime scene. With his perception, He could see from a long range as long as he focused a little. He vaguely glimpsed the spot where the victim had died, surrounded by numerous people. Some were police officers, while others were people in black suits.

The police officers were diligently carrying out their duties, while the people in black suits seemed to be engaged in a separate investigation. Lynn couldn't help but wonder about their role in the case. He guessed they were some type of special unit.

He could also barely make out a tarp covering a misshapen form on the ground. Dark stains spread out from under the plastic shroud.

As the suited men surrounded the body, Lynn decided to test his new skill. Activating [Spiritual Vision], his eyes emitted a faint glow. The world seemed to shift as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a hidden layer of existence.

He was ready to observe the change in his vision with more depth. Lynn noticed one of the men in suits snap his head up, eyes darting around warily.

Lynn's heart skipped a beat as he noticed the person in the black suit looking into the crowd. A chill ran down his spine, and he quickly deactivated [Spiritual Vision] and averted his gaze, trying to blend back into the crowd.

"Can you detect me from this distance? This person is certainly an extraordinary person!" Lynn was shocked, but he wasn't afraid of the other party discovering him. He was currently hiding in the crowd of people.

As the suited men continued their work, Lynn blended into the dispersing crowd, not wanting to linger. His thoughts raced as he discretely walked away.

Lynn's thoughts dwelled on the mysterious man dressed in black who had seemed to notice his spiritual probing.

The man appeared to be in his thirties, with chiseled features and a sturdy frame - his arms thicker than most people's thighs. He had sharp, golden eyes and a trim beard framing his stern face.

Lynn guessed he must be the leader of the investigation based on the way the others deferred to him. There was an undeniable air of authority surrounding the man.

"Was it just my imagination?" The man in question muttered to himself after feeling a strange gaze. He frowned, looking around warily.

A woman dressed in a matching black suit approached him. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, quite beautiful with long black hair tied in a high ponytail. Despite her graceful features, her expression was serious.

"Did you discover something, Captain Simon?" she inquired.

Simon hesitated before shaking his head. "No, it was nothing." He turned his focus back to the mangled corpse laid out before them, covered by a tarp.

Other agents dressed in black, stood guard with police officers around the periphery of the taped-off crime scene, diverting pedestrians and keeping order.

"What's the status of the body?" Simon asked the woman next to him.

"Same as the other victims," she reported grimly. "Deep claw marks, bite marks, missing flesh and organs."

She scanned the body with a device. "Estimated time of death was over 9 hours ago."

As the two continued discussing the grisly details, a young uniformed officer responsible for crowd control couldn't help glancing curiously at the mysterious people in suits. He leaned over to the police chief next to him.

"Who are those people dressed in black?" he whispered.

The police chief tensed, looking around warily. He discretely lowered his voice. "Keep it down!" he hissed. "They're from the Special Investigation Bureau."

The young officer's eyes widened slightly. "The Special Investigation Bureau?" he murmured. "I've heard rumors about them."

The Special Investigation Bureau was an elite yet highly secretive department tasked with investigating bizarre and inexplicable cases beyond the scope of conventional police work. Their authority and clearance levels were said to exceed those of any normal law enforcement.

Just then, Simon approached the two officers. His piercing golden eyes fixed on the police chief. "Are there any security cameras in this area?" he demanded.

The chief shrank back slightly under Simon's intense gaze. "Uh, well, most cameras around here have been broken for a while," he admitted nervously. "Funding shortages..."

Simon’s eyes narrowed, and the chief hastened to add, "But we've set up our own surveillance in the vicinity since the first reported murder! Extra patrols too."

He studied the man for a moment before giving a curt nod. He pulled out an encrypted phone, rapidly typing out orders to his agents.

"We will take the corpse with us this time. Any problem?"

The chief shrank back even more. "N-no, not at all," he stammered.

Simon gave a satisfied nod at the response. He gestured to his agents, who moved in swiftly with a body bag. The police officers averted their eyes as the mutilated corpse was carefully transferred into the black bag and loaded into an armored vehicle parked nearby.

Simon got into the armored vehicle along with the beautiful woman with the ponytail. The vehicle's engines rumbled to life before pulling away from the crime scene, escorted by several more identical vehicles.

Seeing them finally leave, the police chief let out a deep sigh of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing.

The young uniformed officer next to him whispered, "Man, they are scary."

The police chief shot him a stern look. "Keep it to yourself," he muttered under his breath. "We're not supposed to discuss them.”