Chapter 118 Murder
Although Klein's plan was detailed and feasible, it was too shocking to be promoted to the next sequence just one month after taking the potion. Under Angel's persuasion, he decided to wait until the end of August, about two months after taking the "Fortune Teller" potion, to submit a special application.
With this "genius" taking the lead, Angel felt that he could submit an application right after him.
Unfortunately, the role of the instigator has reached a bottleneck. She feels that a small part of the magic potion in her body has been digested, but she still has to wait for the "Wild Bear Gang" and the "Labor Mutual Aid Association" to fall into her default "trap", harm each other under her instigation, and finally be arrested by the police together.
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It was another sunny weekend afternoon. Angel was sitting in the entertainment room of Blackthorn Security Company, yawning and flipping through the newspaper from the previous day.
Her sleep quality has plummeted in the past few days. She always seems to recall the two times she used the "magic pocket watch" in her dreams. Of course, it was not the pleasant experience of gaining the extraordinary power of the "magician" in those ten minutes, but the tragic experience of "not being able to see the light" for the following twelve hours.
In the dream, the two-story house at No. 6 Daffodil Street where Angel lived was brightly lit as if it were daytime, while she herself curled up in the corner of the basement, avoiding the light sources that could be seen everywhere.
These gas lamps would float in the air, chasing her like ghosts, making it impossible for her to hide in one place for a long time. She could only hide everywhere and run around in a hurry.
This caused her to wake up from nightmares almost every night, and she would go downstairs to make sure all the gas lights were turned off before she could go back to sleep.
Should I go ask the captain about the dream problem... He is a "nightmare", so he should have a lot of experience in this area, right?
Angel looked toward Dunn Smith's office. It was empty, the door locked. At noon, the captain, Klein, and Frye had traveled to the small town of Ramde, northwest of Tingen City. There, a follower of the Evernight Goddess had encountered extraordinary power and was haunted by vengeful spirits. They were carrying a sealed artifact capable of purifying the undead, to resolve this incident involving extraordinary power.
Since the town is a full three hours’ drive from Tingen city, they plan to stay overnight in the town and return the next day.
It's really inconvenient to only be able to travel by carriage...
After expressing his regret for Klein not being able to go home for the night, Angel continued flipping through the newspaper in his hand and successfully found a joke about a curly-haired baboon in the entertainment section of the Tingen City Honest Newspaper.
This was an agreement she had made with Vaughan, the current leader of the Labor Mutual Aid Association. If the Wild Bear Gang agreed to negotiate and divide the territory again on the table, he would publish such a news in the newspaper.
It seems that it is time to prepare to close the net...
Seeing that her target had been successfully instigated to "destruction", Angel could feel that the potion in his body had been digested a little bit.
Perhaps I wouldn't even have to wait until I submitted the special report on "Mastering the Assassin's Potion" before I could completely digest the "Instigator's Potion."
“Dongdong——”
Just as Angel was imagining his future promotion, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.
"Come in."
Angel replied, putting down the newspaper and straightening his clothes.
The door opened, and a head of unruly black hair squeezed in from the crack of the door. The green eyes of "Midnight Poet" Leonard scanned the room before finally stopping on Angel.
"Are you alone? Where's the captain?"
"He went to the town of Ramde, taking Klein and Frye with him. I'm afraid he won't be back until tomorrow."
Leonard then pushed the door open completely, still wearing his windbreaker as a cape. After hearing Angel's reply, he thought for a moment with a look of disappointment on his face, and nodded as if he had made a decision.
"Then you can too. Come with me to Park Street in the West District. The police have transferred a case that may involve supernatural powers."
What do you mean I can do that? It's like I'm just a substitute...
After complaining in his heart, Angel still stood up from the sofa obediently, followed Leonard out of the Blackthorn Security Company, and boarded the hired carriage heading to the West District.
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The hired carriage was parked at a corner of Park Street, less than two hundred meters away from the largest street park in the entire West District. Looking towards the park as the sun set, one could see lush vegetation and children playing in the park.
"Let me warn you, the scene might be a little bloody."
Leonard, who got off the carriage first, spoke mysteriously. He glanced towards the park. Following his gaze, Angel found a police carriage parked in front of a three-story building. Two policemen were guarding the door, intimidating passers-by with their stern faces and pistols on their waists.
"Have you come early?"
Seeing how confident he was, Angel asked curiously.
"Of course not. I just received the news, but they would rather stand at the gate than go in. The situation is definitely not optimistic."
Leonard smiled as he mercilessly evaluated the actions of the Tingen City police. Only when he approached the two policemen did he regain his serious expression, take out the inspector's badge from his pocket, and wear it on his left chest.
"Gentlemen, I am Inspector Mitchell of Special Operations Unit 7, and this is Trainee Inspector Granger."
The two policemen standing at the door came forward as if they had seen their savior.
"Inspector, thank you for coming so quickly to support us. The crime scene is inside. We notified you immediately after we discovered the anomaly and did not disturb the scene."
"Very good. You lead us in, and the other one will continue to guard the door and prevent any unauthorized persons from approaching."
Leonard gave the order skillfully. The policeman who was assigned to guard the gate stood there with a look of relief, while the other one led the two night watchmen into the building with a bitter face.
Behind the door was not a living room, but a cloakroom, luxuriously and beautifully decorated. The spacious space was furnished with a shoe cabinet, a coat rack, and chairs on either side for changing shoes. The gas lamp overhead illuminated the room brightly.
But the two of them had no time to appreciate the furnishings that obviously belonged to a wealthy family.
As soon as he entered the room, a strong smell of blood rushed into Angel's nostrils, but there was no visible blood in the cloakroom, and there was no other exit except the door they entered and the door leading to the hall.
The only possibility is...
The policeman leading the way glanced at the two inspectors before cautiously pushing open the copper-clad double wooden doors leading to the hall.
The smell of blood, which was ten times stronger, hit Angel in the face. It was like a tangible breath that made him tilt his head back.
Even though Leonard had learned about the case in advance and was somewhat mentally prepared, he still took a breath, and his whole face wrinkled as he inhaled more blood.
The policeman who pushed open the door and faced the scene felt his throat shaking and he almost vomited. He took several steps back until he stopped at the door on the other side of the cloakroom.
Behind the double doors is a "crime scene" that looks like a slaughterhouse.
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