City of Orsay.

Fang Xian, wearing a mask, appeared outside Dr. Miller's office.

Looking at the cordon that had been pulled up, and the police officers patrolling the periphery, he couldn't help but shake his head: "It's really late......"

According to the 'journey', he should still be on the ferry, and he is currently secretly teleported.

After all, if you really take a slow ride to the transportation, you can almost wait to collect Love's body and attend the memorial service by the way.

Even now, it is a lot of late, after all, there was a process of letter delivery in the past.

'Let's hope Love is still alive......

Fang Xian clearly remembered that before his memory was restored, he was tricked by Shara into going to Stewart's lakeside villa, and when he was attacked, Love shot the heretic to death.

The letter was very brief, and it was probably missing during the investigation......

Fang Xian looked at the sky.

Night is fast approaching.

A person often stays inside the cabin and arouses suspicion, but at night there are not many problems.

The dark night gave Fang Xian the best cover.

He didn't search the clinic directly, because there must have been investigators hiding and watching.

Fang Xian had a better way to directly summon an invisible messenger, and the Hound of the Wind was not only an excellent messenger and courier, but also an excellent detective and thief.

It has discovered the hidden investigators and is on the move.

This family of primeval rulers is originally chaotic and bloodthirsty.

It was a little impatient to rush to the man's hidden location, bite open the other's neck, and drink the other's fountain of life.

Fortunately, Fang Xian held the dog chain and firmly stopped its impulse.

"Go to the clinic and get an item from the murder scene out."

Fang Xian passed the command.

The void flashed, and the hound disappeared, but after more than ten seconds, a blood-stained scalpel fell from mid-air and was firmly held in Fang Xian's hand.

"Good dog!"

He chuckled, clenched the scalpel, and began channeling.

Investigators with high enough inspiration can feel some information through various items that are tainted with supernatural powers.

But Fang Xian believed that none of the investigators could see as clearly as himself.

His mind became chaotic, and his soul seemed to be detached from its shell.

The surrounding night was even more open, bringing with it a dangerous aura.

In such an atmosphere, Fang Xian seemed to enter the pool with a drop of ink.

The lines as black as ink quickly outline a scene.

It was a doctor man in a white lab coat, his mouth was cracked, straight to the base of his ear, his pupils were bloodshot, and he was lying on the ground, his head bowed and swaying in a pool of blood.

Suddenly, he raised his head, showing a bloodstained chin, and the expression on his face became extremely frightened: "Don't ...... Don't come over ......."

……

'Do you notice me?' It's impossible. ’

Fang Xian continued to observe.

He saw a translucent 'jellyfish' in the void, with octopus-like tentacles, emitting a dazzling mysterious purple brilliance, like a brilliant star.

'Descendants of the Starry Sky! ’

Just the first time he saw the other party, Fang Xian's name inexplicably appeared in his heart.

Hiss!

The next moment, many tentacles of the starry sky clan danced, like a python, and a hissing sound came out.

The psychic scene shattered instantly.

Fang Xian came back to his senses and recited the incantation.

A layer of black mist emerged, enveloping him and turning him into a decent black robe.

"The bird with broken wings is my name, and it feeds my heart by devouring your pain."

In the sound of the incantation, a large black bird appeared, its wings were broken, its scales were dirty, and its wings were spread out but six or seven meters long, making it easy for Fang Xian to stand on its back.

The winged bird soared in mid-air, and it didn't take long for Fang Xian to see the dense forest and the cave.

'They used to stay here, but ......not for long'

Pursuing the inspiration that seems to be nothing, Fang Xian slapped the bird with folded wings.

It vibrated its wings, hid in the clouds, and moved quickly.

The speed of the Winged Bird was incomparable, and in less than half an hour, Fang Immortal had arrived at the place where the Inspiration was tracked.

Here it is...... The city of Marcello? ’

Fang Xian looked at the landmark, thought about it and recalled: "It's already far away from the Olympiad...... In order to find this place, the investigators over there must have a plane in addition to a psychic master. ”

He removed the spell, looked at the street signs, and walked into a small town on the outskirts of the city.

Horn Town.

That's the name of this place.

It was still night, not even in the middle of the night.

The only bar in town hadn't closed yet, and there was a noise of drunkards.

'Something doesn't feel right......

Fang Xian looked at the night sky here, if it was an ordinary person, or an investigator, he probably didn't feel anything.

But in his eyes, the night sky here, the light of those stars, all had a hint of demonic purple.

He thought for a moment and walked towards the town.

"Fuck off, you filthy beggar!"

At the door of the bar, a homeless guy was thrown out.

A fat bearded man with a tattoo on his arm spat on him: "You are not welcome here, homeless!" ”

Fang Xian looked at this homeless man.

He was about forty years old, with a stubble on his face, tattered clothes, a rancid smell on his body, and confusion in his eyes.

"This gentleman...... Are you okay? ”

Fang Xian opened his mouth and asked.

"I ...... I don't know ......."

The homeless man's face was full of confusion, but Fang Xian could see that although he was sloppy, the skin under the dirt was well maintained, and there were no calluses on his hands, this was not like a homeless man, but like an entrepreneur who had just gone bankrupt.

'In a small town, there are still such bankrupts?' How do you feel a little out of place? ’

Fang Xian originally wanted to walk away, but his inspiration was suddenly touched, and he asked again, "What's your name?" Where is home? ”

At this time, the homeless man slowly stood up, his eyes rolled, a trace of pain appeared on his face, and he said blankly: "I...... Forgot about ......"

If someone else said so, Fang Xian Bacheng punched him up.

I can't even forget what my name is, did I lose my memory when I was hit by a car?

But now, he chooses to believe!

He really felt the pain in the hearts of the homeless man.

"It's okay...... I'll treat you to a good meal. ”

He smiled and led the homeless into the bar.

"This guest...... Would you like to bring him into our store? ”

The big man who was blocking the road just now appeared again.

"Yes, I pay for him, do you know anything about him?"

Being able to inspire yourself is roughly a clue.

The bodyguard-like fat strong man was stunned when he heard this, and touched his head: "I don't know...... He suddenly appeared in the town a week ago, and no one knew him, but he just insisted on leaving, as if he had lost something...... At first, we helped him, but sir, everyone's kindness is limited. ”

"I understand."

Fang Xian smiled and stuffed a few banknotes: "Bring me two beers, and the best food in your bar will also be served." ”