Missing Case

The night wind blew across the fields, bringing a biting chill. The seasons of late autumn and early winter were extremely cold, and few people were willing to go out. This was especially true in the village. Cutting wood for the fire was a physical job that took a lot of time. Candles and lamps were expensive, so most families went to bed early. The whole village seemed extremely quiet.

Except for a team that was lying in ambush outside the village.

Number 113 looked out over the quiet village, the few lights coming from the night watchmen's lanterns. In a small village like this, they could easily kill a few people in and out.

However, this is not the purpose of coming here today. Although the adult did not say much, No. 113 understood his meaning intelligently. In her opinion, the adult was definitely not a murderous person, otherwise he would not have allowed herself to act together with No. 25. Wasn't it to stop the other party's actions in time?

She instructed her subordinates: "The master doesn't want us to cause too much killing. Just kill a few guilty people and knock out the rest. I will make my own arrangements."

No. 25 pouted: "I really don't know what you are doing. Why don't we just go in and kill them?"

"Shut up. You think I want to be with you, a wild gorilla who only knows how to fight? You're too impulsive, so I have to go with you."

"Damn woman, what did you say?!"

"I'm just telling the truth."

No. 113 sneered, with a look of disdain on her beautiful face: "Otherwise why don't other people need to be monitored, but only you have to be accompanied by me?"

No. 25 was furious, his muscles tensed up like a rock. He growled and smashed the thick tree next to him with one punch.

"I knew you, damn woman, had bad intentions. You were just pretending before. All those claims of being strong and handsome were just your tricks to win over me!"

"I can't help it. Who told you that you are the easiest to control among these people? Now I have a new master. Although I look down on a small character like you, for the sake of the master, let's get along happily. I don't want your recklessness to ruin my position in the eyes of the master."

No. 25 snorted coldly and stopped looking at her. In his simple mind, there were only four words: the strong are respected.

He didn't want to tarnish his image in front of his master, so he had to swallow his anger and give in. No. 113 smiled with satisfaction when he saw this.

She gave the order, and the drug warriors followed her orders. After interrogating them, they killed a few of the guilty people at random, and then knocked out the rest and took them away. The team disappeared as stealthily as they came. Only the empty village and the ruins were left.

In front of another village, No. 112 was carrying out the same task.

He squinted his eyes towards the town. They were all in charge of different places, all over the place, which minimized the possibility of being recognized.

"Hurry up, I'm the first one here, I can't lose to the others."

No. 112 licked his lips and gave a cruel smile.

His eyes glowed in the darkness, and the people following him were the same team as before. They were very familiar with each other, and seeing this, they shouted, "Yes, Boss, we can't let others get ahead of us."

"Of course I know. No. 113 will act together with No. 25, and they will be faster than us. No. 66 is the most lethal among us, and he can easily wipe out a village even if he is alone. If we lose, we will be too embarrassed to see our master when we return. Let's go!"

Following the order, the team sneaked into the village silently.

The No. 66 mentioned above was lying on the roof alone. He did not try to hide himself too much, and no one in the village could discover this assassin.

There was nothing in his eyes, and he did not bring those bloodline warriors with him. He came here completely alone.

But No. 66 didn't think there was anything wrong. He closed his eyes and turned up his hearing to the maximum.

The sound of breathing, heartbeat, wind blowing through the grass, low chatter...

The sounds of the entire village flooded into his ears. No. 66 jumped down from the roof, slid into one of the houses, and left after a few seconds. He repeated this many times without getting tired, until the last person fell into a coma.

Only then did he fire a flare into the sky.

When the drug warriors outside the village saw this, they immediately surrounded them, as if they were entering and leaving an empty space.

"My Lord, is there anything we can do for you?"

"The people inside have been subdued. Tie them up and take them away. I will go to the next place now. You will meet me there."

"clear!"

After No. 66 disappeared from sight, the rest of the people dared to discuss in a low voice.

"Mr. 66 is so cool. He doesn't need our help at all."

"He's even faster alone than all of us."

"I think this sir is definitely the fastest this time and will be rewarded by the master."

"That's enough. This is not what we should say. Let's act quickly. Before we send the people back, the adults will have prepared several villages waiting for us.

After a brief exchange, the drug warriors began to move the medicine, and soon, the village returned to silence.

......

The sound of horse hooves is crisp, mixed with the sounds of human conversation.

Looking at the flat road in front of him, the driver took a deep puff of his cigarette, his tone containing a hint of surprise.

"I haven't been here for a while. I didn't expect that even here there are cement roads."

The driver next to him smiled and said, "I can tell you haven't been back for a long time. Since the Mechanical City moved from the south to the east, it has reached an agreement with the people in the east. They use the minerals in the east to produce a large amount of cement and invest it in construction in various places. This is the result."

"I've heard about this, but I didn't expect it to be implemented."

"Yes, this is a great thing. With the cement road, it is easier to go to the surrounding villages. Before, when we came here, we always had to worry about the horseshoes getting stuck in the rain. Now it is good, even in heavy rain, we can go through smoothly."

The two chatted casually. This kind of small merchant usually only has one carriage, and the merchant himself acts as the coachman and partner to earn some hard-earned money.

The two exchanged cigarettes, and the merchant who had just answered the question looked at the other man's carriage and said, "My friend, what are you loading? What are you going to exchange for?"

"I just packed some salt, spices, cloth and other things, and planned to get some furs there."

"Good vision!" The other party raised his thumb and talked freely. "Now is the end of autumn, when the beasts are at their fattest and their furs are at their best. We will definitely have a lot of gains."

"Hahaha, you're right. The convoys going to these villages are probably for meat, herbs and furs."

"That's right. I remember there's a village a little further ahead that has some good herbs. Why don't we go and have a look together?"

"Okay. Thank you in advance for sharing the news. Next time we meet in the city, I'll buy you a drink."

The two men drove the carriage towards the village, chatting along the way, and soon arrived at the destination.

The outline of the village loomed not far away. The merchant was about to move forward when his companion stopped him.

"Something is wrong. Usually there are people on guard in the village, but now there is no one to be seen. Something must have gone wrong."

The latter was stunned for a moment, then realized that the surroundings were unusually quiet and there was no sign of any human activity.

"How could this happen?"

"I don't know. I can only go in and take a look."

Uneasy feeling struck the two men. They stepped into the village cautiously. There was no one inside and it was eerily quiet.

The leading merchant hurriedly opened the door and shouted, "Hey! Old Ander, where are you? Hey! Charlin! Where are you again? Don't scare me! I brought a companion with me, and we want to buy furs! Where are the people in the village?"

He pushed open door after door. No one, no one, no one.

The empty village filled him with uneasiness. His stubborn calls echoed in the air, but no one responded.

"Hey, there's a body here!"

His panic was interrupted by his companion's shout. The merchant rushed out. Another man opened the gate and stared at the scene inside with a pale face.

"I know him. This is the blacksmith's son... Who killed him?"

The two searched the village and found seven or eight bodies, while the rest disappeared without a trace.

They stared blankly at the silent village for a long while, and finally spoke with difficulty: "We must report this matter. A monster, it must be a monster!"

"Yes, you are right, let's get out of here."

The two didn't want to stay any longer and quickly fled the village.

The merchants quickly reported the incident to the local nobles, but the reaction was not as intense as they had expected. The patrol team accepted the report perfunctorily and then let them leave.

The two businessmen were furious: "You are being irresponsible! If you just leave it alone, what will you do if problems arise in the future?"

The other party waved his hand impatiently: "We have so many things to do every day, how can we have the energy to deal with this? We have already said that we know about it, and we will solve the problem naturally. You guys should leave quickly."

"You have collected so much tax from us, and now you are just being perfunctory about our safety?"

"Leave or not, if you don't leave, I will be rude to you."

"You!... Let's go!"

The two businessmen glared at him angrily and turned away. The patrolman glanced at the paperwork in his hand and couldn't help snorting.

"It's just a village that's missing. Why should we care about this now?"

He handed in the report. The paunchy viscount was not in a good mood. He waved his hand irritably and dropped the heavy documents on the table to the ground. The parchment fell to the ground with a lot of missing village cases written on it.

"My Lord, please don't be too angry. If you get angry and become ill, who will be able to protect the village?"

The pretty maid said softly, bending down to pick up the documents. The Viscount smiled and hugged her slender waist: "You are the most considerate, knowing how hard I work."

The maid's eyes flashed with a well-concealed disgust, and then she put her arms around the man's neck and said with a faint smile, "If the townspeople have too much resentment towards you, wouldn't it affect your reputation?"

"You have a point. Damn it, why did you have to come to my territory when you could go anywhere else?"

The Viscount sighed and rubbed the other's tall chest. The mumbling man couldn't help but sigh.

"All of these disappearances happened late at night. If this continues, it will definitely affect the order of the territory and cause population exodus. Then there will be no one to hunt for me or to pay tribute to me."

The Viscount narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashing in his eyes. Not only was he attacked, but the nobles who were attacked earlier also sent their barons to investigate the scene.

When the bloodline members arrived at the scene, the situation was divided into two categories: one found nothing unusual, and the other found many signs of destruction.

There is no doubt that this was a planned invasion by foreign enemies.

The attacked territories were all located in safe areas, where monsters rarely spawned. And those low-level monsters didn't know how to cover their whereabouts, so they could easily detect abnormalities.

Therefore, there is only one possibility.

This disappearance is human-caused.

A person who can become a lord of a place may be corrupt, but he is definitely not stupid. He played with the expensive gold, his expression was extremely cold.

Whatever they did to get rid of so many people, they couldn't have gotten too far away. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so peaceful.

“It seems like this is something that needs to be handled by everyone together.”

He pulled out an invitation from the table, pondered for a while, picked up the pen, and wrote a reply.