The night deepens.
The dim sunlight in the sky gradually dimmed, and tiny lights bloomed from the city. From the towering high-rise residential buildings, the faint aroma of food lingered in the air.
Lin Qiye, wearing a dark red cloak, sat on the rooftop of a residential building with two black boxes beside him. The breeze brushed his temples as he looked at the lights of thousands of homes in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.
This time, he brought out both black boxes, not only because this was a group action, but also because if he used summoning magic in front of everyone, he would inevitably encounter some questioning afterwards. Rather than go through so much trouble, it would be better to take some effort and bring them out.
"Everyone, report the situation." Chen Muye's voice came from the headset.
Wu Xiangnan: "No abnormality at monitoring point No. 1."
Hongying: "No abnormality at surveillance point No. 2."
When Hongying finished speaking, Lin Qiye gently opened the headset with his fingers and said calmly: "No abnormality at surveillance point No. 3."
Next came the reports from Wen Qimo, Si Xiaonan, and Leng Xuan.
Lin Qiye glanced down at the Rolex in his hand. It was already 8:45 in the evening. Almost two hours had passed since they had been waiting in this area in advance. During these two hours, apart from the residents coming in and out of the community, nothing else had happened.
There are about seven hours left before the ceremony begins.
How will that mysterious creature complete its final sacrifice
Time passed by minute by minute, and as the night deepened, the surrounding lights dimmed one after another. Except for a few street lamps on the roads in the community, the surrounding area was plunged into darkness.
Lin Qiye looked down at the time again.
12:58 p.m.
Four hours have passed and still nothing unusual has occurred.
At exactly one o'clock in the morning, after several people reported the situation again, they fell into silence again.
Suddenly, Wen Qimo's cell phone vibrated slightly. He saw the number on the phone, hesitated for a moment, and answered the call.
"Xiao Hei, what happened?"
"… "
"What?" Wen Qimo paused, then continued, "I know."
"… "
Wen Qimo hung up the phone and turned on the headset.
"Captain, something went wrong."
Chen Muye's voice immediately sounded from the headset, "What's wrong?"
"Do you remember the pub where the fourth deceased worked? Xiao Hei just called me and said that the owner of the pub hastily booked the next flight out of Cangnan and went to the airport."
"He's leaving Cangnan?"
"Yes, and he looked very panicked. Xiao Hei called him as a policeman. The boss was a little incoherent, but he basically said that since Sun Xiao died, he had been in a bad mental state in the past few days. He kept seeing ghosts appearing near him, as if he was possessed by evil spirits.
He thought someone had died in his store, or something unclean had happened, so he decided to stay away from this place, go out for a while, and then come back to sell the store.
According to the rules of the Night Watch, all cases related to "mystery" cannot leave the city until the main characters involved are completely solved. The tavern owner has a close relationship with the deceased, so he is also classified as a main character.
Therefore, his plan to flee Cangnan by plane overnight was not in compliance with the night watchman's regulations.
Chen Muye frowned and said in a deep voice: "A ghost appeared near him?"
"That's what he said."
Indeed, according to the information they had, this ritual could only be used to promote the "mysterious" beings of the wronged ghost type. In other words, the mysterious being that did all this was most likely also a wronged ghost.
Could it be that after the wronged ghost killed Sun Xiao, it did not leave, but instead possessed the boss's body to conceal the truth
But they had interrogated the boss directly before and did not find anything wrong with him.
"He can't leave Cangnan." Chen Muye hesitated for only a moment before speaking, "Let Xiao Hei and the others stop him... No, Qi Mo, you go there in person. If there is a 'mysterious' aura near him, report to us immediately."
"good!"
Wen Qimo immediately left the place he was monitoring and headed towards the airport.
The surveillance range that originally belonged to Wen Qimo was temporarily included in Lin Qiye's range. Fortunately, this was not a difficult task for him.
Although the problem with the tavern owner was suspected to be related to wronged ghosts, the real highlight of the night was still in this community. It wouldn't matter if Wen Qimo left now, but if there were fewer, the remaining people would have a hard time.
They must be extremely alert and monitor everything here.
…
On the quiet and deserted street, a figure in a black windbreaker walked slowly forward. After passing several closed shops, he stopped in front of a pub that was blocked by a yellow cordon.
A few rats scurried across the street and disappeared.
An Qingyu took off the hood on his head. He raised his head and looked at the sign of the tavern. The lenses reflected the pale moonlight.
He ignored the cordon in front of him and walked into it.
The night watchman's attention was elsewhere tonight. The people who were originally used to monitor this place had already left, and he was the only one left on this empty street.
He walked through the door of the tavern and slowly passed by each table, carefully observing every corner here, with a faint gray light appearing in his eyes.
He is analyzing.
He had watched the video and noted down all the details in it. Now, he was comparing all the details with the empty pub in front of him.
The angle of each table, the position of each cup, who sat at each seat that night...
Soon, he walked to the bar of the pub, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The angle of the bar counter is tilted a little bit. Where the video camera was originally placed, there is a number plate with a photo next to it, indicating the shooting angle of the camera.
An Qingyu walked past the bar and went straight to the backyard.
He walked to the white wall that still had blood stains on it, and after hesitating for a moment, he picked up a stool from the tavern and moved it into the yard. He stood on the stool, leaned his back against the wall, and stuck to it.
His figure perfectly matched the figure of the victim drawn in chalk.
Then he pulled a sharp scalpel from his pocket... and cut off five fingers from one of his hands.
Bloody.
There was no trace of pain on his face, only absolute calmness and indifference. He looked carefully at the dripping blood, and after a moment, shook his head.
Still not working... What's the problem
At that moment, he activated super-speed regeneration, and the bleeding of his ten severed fingers stopped instantly and began to grow at an astonishing speed.
He was about to get off the stool when he suddenly caught a glimpse of his rapidly growing fingers out of the corner of his eye, and his whole body was suddenly shocked!
The video appeared in his mind...
His eyes lit up instantly!
"So that's how it is... I see."