Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

1637  Proof

Ning arrived at a row of prison cells, with people inside that had lost all hope. He walked past them, looking through everyone.

"You brought me here to check to see if there is a Spirit on them?" he asked.

"Yes," the young guard said. "Not necessarily because they're prisoners, but because they are the most amount of people I could get to immediately. And I want to see your powers firsthand."

"I could've just shown you my powers," Ning said. "I can create a sort of barrier."

"But that doesn't tell me if you are a Spirit Detective or not," the young man said. "That only tells me that you are a Spirit Awakener."

Ning nodded. "I see. I understand your point," he said. "Let me check if I can find someone."

Ning walked on ahead, looking through the prisoners until one caught his eyes. It was a short man, in his late 30s, sitting around on the bed with a mattress that could barely be called one.

The slight white light that shined around his body caught his attention.

"He has one," Ning pointed at the resting man. The man looked up, confused. "What's going on?"

"Come to the bars, please," the guard called the man and the man walked up.

"What's going on?" the man asked.

"Please be quiet for a bit," the guard asked and turned to Ning. "Find what you can. I'll wait."

Ning nodded and turned toward the guard. He looked next to him, seeing the wave of glimmering white light next to him. He focused on it and saw the figure of a woman appear from it.

The woman… looked scary.

She wore a white dress, the color of which was more so because she was a Spirit than actually what she wore. Her hair was disarrayed, and her face seemed… messed up. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Her nose was crooked, a large swelling on her left eye, and a massive chunk of her neck was missing. Her eyes were hollow and dead.

Ning felt a chill go down his spine. Was that… was that how she was killed?

"What do you want?" Ning asked, his voice suddenly sounding as though it came from a location deep underwater.

The woman's face slowly turned looking at Ning. Her eyes didn't look at him, but Ning could feel that she could see him.

Ning stepped back, the screeching so loud in his ears that he had to move away. He cleared his ears with his fingers, feeling the slight ringing still.

The young guard to the side looked surprised. "What happened?" he asked.

"The woman screamed at me," Ning said.

The guard's eyes widened slightly. "What woman?" he asked.

"The Spirit," Ning said. "She is really angry. She wants him to die."

The prisoner seemed scared and looking around suddenly. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Don't speak," the guard said and turned to Ning. "Continue please," he said. "What else can you tell me?"

"About the woman?" he asked. "She had a broken nose, darkened eyes, and a missing chunk from her neck like it was falling off. I haven't seen a Spirit this wounded in a long time."

The guard was surprised. "You really are a Spirit Detective," he said.

"Of course I am," Ning answered.

The guard smiled. "Let us go back," he said and turned around, walking away.

"Wait! What is going on? How do you know my wife? Is she haunting me? Tell me!" he shouted and banged on the prison walls, but the guard continued moving on.

"Did he… kill his wife?" Ning asked once they moved a bit further away. "They had a disagreement apparently, about something I can't remember at the moment. He was an abusive husband from the start, but that day, he took an axe and chopped her head off. We found the man in his home with his wife's corpse, sitting in a pool of blood."

"That's horrible," Ning said.

"It is," the guard said, taking Ning back to the room where Shara, Vyra, and now the Captain were waiting.

The captain was fuming with anger, wanting nothing more than to kill the woman before him. All the pain regarding his daughter that he had been holding on to had been brought out at once, and he turned it into hatred for the woman.

Vyra didn't look at him, staring only at the floor.

Once Ning arrived, the guard let him sit down while he went to explain to the rest that he was in fact a Spirit detective.

"That's great," one of them said. "But we still don't know if he is telling the truth or not."

"He's not," Vyra suddenly said. "I've done nothing wrong."

"Is there evidence?" one of them asked.

"It's over 2 years ago. So any evidence of those medicines should have disappeared for now," another one said.

"He saw what she did," the captain shouted. "She killed my daughter. Can't you guys do something?"

"We can't take his word alone for it," one of the other guards said.

"Then what can we do?" the captain demanded.

"If there is no proof, then…" the oldest man in the group knew that he couldn't imprison someone just based on someone's words.

"There is a way," the female guard in the group of 4 suddenly said. Everyone turned to look at her, waiting for her to continue.

"There is a man close to our house that deals with medicines of the unique kind," she said. "I believe he has something he calls a truth powder. You feed it to someone and they can't lie to you."

"Such a thing exists?" one of the guards asked.

"I recently found out that it does," the woman said. "My mother told me when I visited her."

"If such a thing exists, then we can make use of it," the older guard said. "Go get this man and bring the medicine along with him. We'll test if this is true or not."