As a trainer, he has the rain trait

The first rays of dawn had not yet completely penetrated the clouds, and the town was still shrouded in a layer of hazy fog.

As usual, milkman Lao Zhang started his journey around the block, pushing his tricycle loaded with fresh milk bottles.

Old Zhang knew every corner of this neighborhood like the lines on his palm. He hummed a tuneless tune as the wheels of his car made a rhythmic sound on the cobblestones and the milk bottles clattered against each other, making a soft clinking sound.

However, when he passed through a small alley that was usually a little dim, a strong and pungent smell of blood suddenly penetrated his nostrils, making his nerves, which were already sensitive due to getting up early, instantly tense, and he couldn't help but frown.

His pace slowed down involuntarily, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart. He looked cautiously into the alley.

Just one glance, and the horrifying scene entered his eyes, making his brain go blank in an instant, and his body seemed to be cast under a spell, unable to move.

All I saw was the body of a young woman, leaning against the wall in an extremely weird and twisted posture.

A long, hideous wound suddenly appeared on her abdomen, staining her white shirt red. The blood around it had long since dried up, forming patches of dark red bloodstains.

Old Zhang couldn't help but shiver. The chill ran up from the soles of his feet to his heart, and his whole body was shrouded in an indescribable fear.

Lao Zhang's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and the bottle that was originally steady in his hand fell down in an instant. With a "crash", the crisp sound of breaking was particularly harsh in the quiet alley, awakening Lao Zhang from his terrified stupor.

His legs were weak and he could hardly stand. He staggered back a few steps, then dialed the police with trembling fingers. His voice was tearful and he described the horrific scene he saw to the operator incoherently.

Inside the police station, alarms blared. Officers quickly gathered, and experienced forensic doctors hurriedly grabbed their tool kits.

In less than ten minutes, the police car roared to the block where the crime scene was located.

Peng Yao jumped out of the car first and quickly directed his police officers to cordon off the scene.

A yellow cordon separated the alley from the outside world. Police officers, working in pairs, began a thorough investigation of the crime scene.

Holding professional evidence-collecting tools, they bent over and searched the ground, walls and surrounding corners inch by inch.

A young police officer found a few strands of hair not far from the body. He carefully picked them up with tweezers, put them in a transparent evidence bag, and carefully marked the location where they were found.

Another police officer found some tiny fibers in the corner of the wall, which might be the remains of the murderer's clothes. He also collected them carefully.

On the ground, the faint footprints caught everyone's attention. The officer in charge of trace identification crouched down, staring intently at the footprints, taking photos from different angles. Then, with a tape measure, he measured the shape, size, and pattern of the footprints, meticulously recording every detail in a notebook.

The collected blood samples were quickly sent to the police laboratory.

At the same time, the forensic doctor was also conducting a careful examination of the body at the scene.

The medical examiner gently lifted the victim's arm to check for other injuries or signs of a struggle, then focused on the fatal abdominal wound.

As he observed, he dictated to his assistant, "The dagger was the direct cause of the woman's death. Judging from the angle and depth of the wound, the murderer used great force to stab the dagger into the victim's abdomen, which shows that he had a certain strength advantage."

He carefully checked the victim's clothes and found that they were torn into a mess, the pockets of the shirt were turned inside out, and the inside of the bag was also turned into a mess.

The forensic doctor frowned and said thoughtfully, "It looks like the murderer was looking for something important. But what could be so cruel as to kill an innocent woman and search through it so extensively?"

Peng Yao listened to the forensic report with a frown on his face.

"First, check the surrounding surveillance videos to see if there are any suspicious people during the time of the incident." Peng Yao gave the order. He knew that the surveillance videos might provide them with new clues and directions.

The police officers acted quickly and contacted relevant departments to retrieve surveillance footage.

And Peng Yao continued to wait at the scene.

After a while, the person he was waiting for arrived.

Zhilin looked at the horrific scene, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with solemnity and anger.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, then slowly squatted down and carefully observed the clues around the corpse.

Xu Qingyan quickly scanned the scene and whispered, "The shape and depth of the wound do seem to be caused by a dagger, but the edges seem a bit irregular. It's not ruled out that the murder weapon was special."

Zhilin nodded slightly. He noticed some strange marks on the wall next to the victim, like scratches left by some Pokémon, but he was not sure.

He stood up, looked at Peng Yao, and said, "Officer Peng, have you checked the surveillance?"

Peng Yao nodded and took them to the police car, where the technicians were playing the video on a computer.

The video footage shows that some time before the incident, a dark shadow quickly flashed past the entrance of the alley, but because it happened at night and there was no light in the alley, only a vague outline could be seen and the specific features could not be identified.

Zhilin narrowed his eyes, staring at the screen carefully, and said, "This shadow is very suspicious. Although I can't see clearly, I can be sure that he is very familiar with the surrounding environment. Only then can he move through the alley so quickly."

Xu Qingyan pondered for a moment and offered his own opinion: "Did the murderer scout the area beforehand? Or does he live nearby?"

Peng Yao touched his chin and said, "That's possible. We will check the surrounding residents to see if there are any suspicious people."

Just as they were discussing the next investigation plan, a police officer rushed back to the scene and handed the investigation report to Peng Yao.

After checking, Peng Yao looked at Zhilin and Xu Qingyan, "We've made a new discovery. The scratches on the wall are from Zoroark."

"This is bad news!" Zhilin sighed.

Peng Yao nodded. "Zoroark can transform into various human forms. The height and body shape determined from the surveillance footage are no longer reliable. But there is good news."

"what?"

"This victim is from out of town. She owns a Dragonite. Because it's a quasi-god Pokémon, she bound it to the Trainer's Association."

Xu Qingyan's eyes lit up. "We can ask the Trainer Association to locate the approximate area where the Poké Ball is located. This will greatly narrow the scope of the investigation."

Peng Yao looked at Xu Qingyan and said hesitantly, "I don't have the authority to dispatch the association for assistance. You see..."

Xu Qingyan understood, "I'll do it!"

Then he walked out of the alley and made a phone call. Peng Yao wanted to follow him, but was stopped by Zhilin.

"Officer Peng, what's this?"

Peng Yao smiled awkwardly, "Nothing." He was still wondering in his heart, these two people suddenly appeared, and they had such high authority, what were their identities...