With a flash of Han Feiyu's blade, Constable Zhang's head fell to the ground.
This was an expected process. Han Feiyu relied on his acting skills to successfully lower the target's guard, and the power of the original manuscript also allowed him to successfully master the swordsmanship belonging to Constable Liu.
Officer Zhang, however, only realized the problem when the blade was almost touching his neck, in such a narrow and inconvenient place.
"Whoosh..."
"Smack..."
The headless body, with blood still gushing from the severed neck, and the lifeless head lying on the ground, rolled twice.
As you can see, Constable Zhang's eyes were not closed. What was he thinking in his last moments?
Is he unable to understand why his colleague would attack him, or is he wondering if there is any chance to escape?
These things are no longer important, because Han Feiyu's plan is still proceeding smoothly, without any surprises.
“Very good. Next, we should follow the same method as before and leave ‘my’ handwriting.”
The blood-stained knife was flicked against the wall beside him, leaving a line of words on it.
"The murderer, the lawless madman, Zhang San."
As Han Feiyu was leaving, he turned back for one last look at the crime scene he had created.
"My dear friend, thank you for the sacrifice you made for me with your life. Let's separate for a while."
When I come back next time, I will take you back as the original manuscript.
Oh, by the way, the next time we meet, I probably won't be wearing this skin anymore.
What he wanted to fabricate was a non-existent outlaw, Zhang San.
So everything we're doing now is actually to let everyone know that there's a serial killer roaming the city.
Liu's identity as a constable was quite useful, allowing him to easily take care of another constable.
However, this identity is not suitable for continuous operations. Officer Liu and Zhang San are already involved. Every time a colleague dies, he is still alive. This is a bit suspicious.
Han Feiyu has already locked onto his next target. He will return here under someone else's identity to collect Zhang's body.
The murderer left, and the alley returned to tranquility once again.
Old Han gave Han Feiyu three days of rest, so for two consecutive days the yamen found vagrants, thieves, or their constables dead in the streets and alleys.
Every time, Zhang San's words would be left on the surrounding walls.
Almost everyone in the city knew about this outlaw who had killed people time and time again, including many constables.
"Provocation, this is a provocation against us, it's like they're not taking us seriously at all."
"He's not even afraid of the police; this is no ordinary criminal. We must take strong measures!"
Inside the yamen, a dozen or so constables were having a meeting when their superior, Constable Li, slammed his fist on the table.
"bump……"
Table: hp-1
He was in a bad mood because the guy who called himself Zhang San the outlaw had basically taken out all of his own men recently.
There were no survivors; whenever he made a move, a corpse would inevitably appear.
These corpses mysteriously disappeared not long after they were sent back to the government office.
Moreover, several constables have disappeared in the past two days, neither alive nor dead...
This situation made even the constable, who was considered a master in the city, feel somewhat uneasy.
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