As night falls, the night views on the streets of Paris are magnificent, and the evening breeze along the Seine seems to carry a romantic atmosphere.
But in some dark corners, sin still looms.
A young woman was walking on a sparsely populated side street. She vaguely felt that there was a figure following her behind her, but she did not look back. She just subconsciously quickened her pace and quickly turned into an alley.
But in the alley, she bumped into a drunkard again, and the smell of alcohol and an unpleasant body odor hit her face.
"Hey, little girl, where are you going in a hurry?" The drunkard laughed, his eyes wandering on this woman's body. She is undoubtedly a very beautiful woman. Looking at her figure, she might be a model. Even though she is Under the dim light, you can tell from the fair and smooth skin and soft facial lines that she is definitely a beauty.
She took a few steps back and turned around to run away, but the figure following her was already blocking the entrance of the alley. "Do you think you can escape? My little beauty." He approached step by step, the lust in his eyes clear. Hey, there was still a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.
The drunkard behind her hugged her from behind and laughed wildly, while the man in front of her couldn't wait to pounce on her.
The next second, two screams sounded in the alley.
Then, with two muffled sounds, two corpses fell to the ground in the dark alley, blood flowing from their necks like a fountain.
The two men did not close their eyes, looking surprised and frightened. They did not know what they saw at the moment before they died. There was a huge, irregular-shaped wound on each side of the neck of the two men, which looked as if it had been torn apart by a large carnivore.
The young woman stepped out of the shadows. Under the moonlight, her curvy figure and beautiful face were all particularly charming.
She tossed her long brown hair behind her shoulders, straightened her messed up clothes, and wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth charmingly. Then he left this place with an elegant gait and escaped into the night again.
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"This is the third case since June. Cases like this happen every once in a while. People will panic sooner or later." Detective George from the police station said while holding a cigarette in his mouth and standing in the alley.
It was the morning of the next day. The two bodies had been moved away, and the investigation and evidence collection work was still in progress. White lines were drawn on the ground, and large pools of dried blood were like red carpets on the ground.
George's partner Dick continued: "Judging from the identity of the deceased, the possibility of resistance organization or political murder can basically be ruled out... Hey! You! Get behind the yellow line, reporters are not allowed to take pictures here!" He said halfway, He yelled at a guy holding a camera in the distance.
"But the question is, why did the murderer specifically target gangsters and drunkards." George flicked the ashes from his cigarette.
Dick glanced at him; "The evidence collection hasn't been completed yet, so don't flick cigarette ashes around the scene."
"Sorry." George walked to the trash can a few meters away and put out the cigarette butt.
Dick continued: "If it is a serial killer who commits a crime, the murderer should follow certain rules in selecting his targets. Of course, it is not ruled out that the murderer just picks easy people to kill randomly. Maybe he is like that chessboard back then. A murderer only pursues quantity."
George said: "This murderer is amazing, don't you think? Every murder scene is almost covered with blood, but you can't find the bloody footprints of the murderer, and you can't identify the murder weapon. The wounds of the deceased look like they were attacked by animals. These can’t help but remind people of some supernatural events.”
Dick snorted coldly: "Do you want to say that the vampire turned into a bat and escaped after killing people?"
George replied: "Of course that can't be the case, but I think this is a very important clue. As long as the murderer's method of killing is revealed, there may be a major breakthrough in the case."
Dick added: "I think there is another breakthrough...the locations where these murders occurred were in areas with poor security, and almost every one of these deceased people had a record of violent crimes."
George thought for a while: "Oh... Could it be that the murderer was 'serving justice' and eradicating violence? Does he think he is a superhero in the comics?"
Dick said: "The heroes in the comics will only throw the villain into prison. Even if the villain attempts to destroy all mankind many times, the hero will not kill anyone unless absolutely necessary. But our murderer never left a single person alive. "
George's expression seemed noncommittal. He was only in his early twenties, and there was obviously a generation gap with Dick, an old man in his fifties. In George, you can see many ideas that only young people have. He smiled and replied: "To be honest, if I were not a policeman, if I got superpowers and could be a hero one day, I would not pity these scum. Of course, I am not saying to kill them all indiscriminately, but I don't think it is necessary to strictly abide by them." 'Don't kill' principle."
Dick glanced at him and laughed: "So you can't be a hero, kid. A real hero doesn't necessarily need superpowers. The hero's spirit is the most important. As long as he wavers and compromises, it won't take long. , the nature of heroic deeds may change into the kind of serial murders we see before our eyes." He turned around to walk out of the alley: "Have you had breakfast?"
George replied: "No."
"I know there is a good restaurant nearby." Dick waved for his partner to follow him: "People long for heroes in their hearts, but heroes also need us policemen, because we know how to compromise, dirty transactions, cumbersome procedures, and the public's Lies, these are also an important part of maintaining peace for one party. If you work for another ten years, you will understand everything. Justice is not that simple, and the world is not black and white, but gray."
George said: "Then the result of our discussion this time can be regarded as confirming the murderer's motive?"
"This is just a kind of inference." Dick said: "The criminal investigation work still has to be done step by step. Oh, by the way, when we return to the station, the director will definitely yell to us, 'Now the governor's hand seems to be holding me. 'Butt' and the like, it's annoying to think about it, but actually the governor doesn't care about a few civilians being killed, he only cares about the crime rate and his own safety."
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At ten o'clock in the morning, after breakfast, George and Dick returned to the police station and were called into the office by the chief.
"Now the governor's hand seems to be holding my butt! Bastard! You two are still in the mood to have breakfast!" The director roared: "You have so much free time, why don't you hurry up and investigate the case?!"
"Relax, old man, the waffles and syrup in that store are very good, you should try it too." Dick replied in a relaxed tone.
"Dick! If you still want to retire alive, find that serial murderer for me! Otherwise, I will tear out your intestines and strangle you to death!" the director gritted his teeth.
"Okay, okay, we already have some ideas, don't get excited." Dick looked helpless.
This was not the first time that George had seen these two old guys quarreling at the same time, so he was not surprised.
Half an hour later, when the two left the office, George lit up a cigarette, while Dick complained: "The superiors actually sent someone down. They really don't believe in the ability of our police station to do things."
"Wouldn't it be great if hl could find someone to take over? We just need to 'fully cooperate' with his actions. If the case still won't be closed by then, someone will take the responsibility." George continued.
"Hey... That's why I said you have no experience." Dick sighed: "It's like HL sending special personnel to the police station to help solve the case. If the person who comes really has two brushes, we are lucky, just running errands as a pawn for others. ; But many times, the people they send can only speak in official terms and have no ability. They are sent just to give an explanation to their superiors. Such people often just fool around for a few weeks to a month. In the end, I wrote a report to the superiors saying that our police station is incompetent, etc., which can be regarded as a failure."
George blew out a puff of smoke: "Maybe we'll have to take the blame... Phew..."
Dick said: "Anyway, let's do our job well and sort out the relevant materials and evidence of the serial murder case so far before tomorrow, so that no one will accuse us of the police station's inaction when we meet."
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At the same time, Crystal County, European HL headquarters.
Luca was about to submit a report when he passed by the corridor and saw a person walking across from him. Luca saw him and said hello: "Hey, Ness, do you want to go on a business trip with your luggage?"
Today's Paper Man, the paper bandage flowing like fire on half of his face has been taken for granted by the people around him. He nodded to Luca: "Ah, I went to Paris to investigate a serial murder case. I read the information and suspected that the case may involve people with abilities, but it shouldn't be a big deal."
After the incident of capturing the Blood Owl in the Magic City, Tea Fairy's report attributed most of the credit to Paper Man, who was directly appointed with the rank of HL Major. Zhixia himself felt that he deserved this appointment. He did not play a decisive role in the contest with the blood owl. Tea Fairy's words also stimulated him to a certain extent. After re-examining his behavior, Zhixia Xia understands that being blinded by hatred and throwing away principles and justice will not make him stronger.
Although he still felt disgusted with joining HL, under the persuasion of the Tea Fairy, he accepted the appointment and came to Europe to work, and rationally improved and trained his abilities under the guidance of Luca. The current Paper Man is one of the well-known masters of European HL, and he has had several unpleasant encounters with Iron Discipline.
"I think there might be other motives behind sending an agent of your level to Paris at this time," Luca said.
The two of them passed each other, and Zhi Xia smiled and said, "It's okay to think too much. We just have to complete the task."
Luka didn't look back and said, "Then I wish you good luck."
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