Goo-goo..."

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a snow-white owl fluttered its wings and silently landed on the roof of a building at the Naval Academy.

Seeing his master who had been waiting here for a long time, Beth happily jumped on Evan's shoulder and affectionately combed his hair with his beak. But not only did it not straighten it out, but it made a mess a little more.

"Poof-" A girl's chuckle came from the side.

"Ahem, okay bass, I'll play later. Today's task is very difficult, show your skills, find the goal and I will reward you with a month's fresh meat feast. ”

"Coo-goo-goo-goo" (big portions)

"Okay, no problem!"

After such a long time of training, the owl bass as a "base station" has grown a lot, although it is still a scumbag.

But the data processing ability has completed an exponential leap, even if the intelligence is comparable to that of a five- or six-year-old child, although it can't speak, it is much more reliable than a bear child.

And it's always ready to connect with Aven's mind, and language isn't an obstacle for them.

Looking around at the sitting and standing companions, "Please, everyone!"

"Don't worry, leave it to us. After a whole day of recuperation and potions, the few people had already recovered to their best condition, and they replied in unison.

Today is the evening of the sixth day.

As the seven-day deadline approached, the remaining two murderers had not been able to kill for a long time, and the situation was urgent, even with the amazing results of the one-night double kill, they had no chance to rest.

The Raven Army, the Iron Wall Knights, the crippled City Guards, the First Fleet, the Sea Hunters' Guild, the Explorers' Guild, the Royal Naval Academy, and the noble private soldiers, as long as they could still breathe, were sent out to search the city for the remaining two "murderers".

Even if a few of them had just experienced a big war, it was impossible for them to be idle at this time.

Especially Evan, this is the time when his seabird reconnaissance network shines, and even as the main combat power, it must not be absent.

Of course, in addition to those high-sounding reasons, meritorious rewards, resource supply, and the rapid growth rate after fighting enemies of the same level are the source of their enthusiasm!

What's more, if the "murderers" are not cleaned up, each of their families will be in danger. Although the chance is only 1 in 10,000, no one wants this "lucky person" to appear in their own home!

"The president of Princeton is in the academy all the year round, don't worry, the 'murderer' will not dare to come here. Krell is confident in the security situation at the college, added.

After that night, Krel's attitude towards Evan did not change much, but the whole person seemed to have let go of some baggage, and the original cynical spirit was also renewed.

Even, put away all the "tattered toys" in his bedroom, but there was a bit of the smell of the recalcitrant lord in the capital returning to the family business.

Well, I can't see anything else, at least it looks a lot more reliable than before.

As Aiwen's official teammate, today's action is naturally indispensable.

Evan sat on the ground and gradually entered a deep meditative state, in which he used the bass as a medium to project all his thoughts into the reconnaissance network composed of seabirds, and searched for the traces of the "murderer"!

The remaining three people cheered up and were in charge of vigilance.

......

As night fell, a man dressed in a shabby military uniform like a veteran of the last century, carrying a "long stick" wrapped in sackcloth, walked leisurely down the street that was deserted but still full of pedestrians.

Even if many people are aware of some kind of danger in the city, what can they do to make a living? If you don't work for a day, you won't have an income for a day, and you may not die if you come out to work, but you will starve to death sooner or later if you stay at home.

However, the strange dress of the "veteran" did not attract the attention of pedestrians at all, as if just a transparent person passed by.

What's even more amazing is that a couple walked across from him, but when they came to him, they subconsciously let go of the hand they were holding, passed by and pulled back up.

Obviously, the strange abilities in him are more than just invisible.

The veteran walked to the door of the "Ankaria Theater" in the center of the city, and climbed up the snow-white marble façade like a giant gecko.

The intricate sculptures and stone columns on the walls provided him with enough leverage to climb to the top of a theater that was at least five stories high in an ordinary building.

Choosing a location with a wide view and natural cover, he untied the "long stick" from behind his back, and ripped off the strips of linen to reveal a black musket with a black barrel and a black wooden support, unpretentious and almost without a trace of ornamentation.

However, the butt of the gun is engraved with two metal inscriptions "Night Stalker", which indicates the fact that this is an "alchemical musket".

The muzzle of the gun is placed horizontally on a raised section of guardrail.

"Oh, the hunt begins!"

The veteran had a grim smile on his face that was as hard as his temperament, and his eyes were brought closer to the scope.

Bang –

The fire flickered, and the gunfire was low and almost inaudible.

At the same time, a snow-white seagull happened to fly over him, a pair of keen eyes scanning the city below, but turning a deaf ear to the "veteran" who was close at hand.

Slum.

In a small courtyard.

"Mom, I'm hungry. ”

"Little Amy, mom will take you to buy white bread to eat after washing this dress for others and making money?" the young mother looked up and smiled at her son.

"Okay, Mom. Although he was still hungry, the little boy bit his fingers and sat on the small bench very sensibly, waiting for his mother, who was still working.

Bang!

......

Under the same night sky.

"Strange!"

Aven's seabirds have spread across most of Newinn Harbour, including the entire main town, the harbor area, and some suburban estates.

In particular, high-rise buildings with a wide view are the focus of inspection, but after a search, nothing is found.

"Did you find anything, Aven?"

Although they were only acting as guards for the time being, protecting Aven's safety while Aven was fully immersed in the reconnaissance network, they were even more impatient than Evan himself at this time.

It's a terrible feeling to just look at it and not be able to do anything to help!

Shaking his head, Evan muttered:

"Most of the seven 'murderers' have distinct characteristics and patterns of action. Even those who used to be 'human' have experiences and contexts to follow in their way of behaving.

The Hammer Follower is mainly aimed at workers and men in the prime of life, the Joker is mainly aimed at young boys, and the Murderous Prince is aimed at beautiful maidens;

The 'Bluebells' target is men above the middle class, the 'White-Faced Dancer' is keen on large balls to kill both men and women, and the "random hosts" whose identity cannot be determined for the time being do not count.

Only the 'Devil's Disciple' is rumored to have been a very elite sniper musketeer, who suffered from mental illness (now known as stress disorder) after leaving the army, and killed people wildly with a sniper musket, regardless of gender, old and young, and became a 'murderer'!"

Therefore, targeted measures can be taken against other "murderers" to delineate the scope of activities or dangerous groups. But there is no good way to deal with this demon's disciples, and the scope of his hunting is too large.

What's more, his magical ability to reduce his own sense of presence in the intelligence is simply a bug-like existence for a sniper who needs to hide his actions!

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