In many cases, a decision is not made and solved.

It's like Caitlin personally searched the city with the police for a day and a night, knocking on doors from house to house, but still found no clues about the murderer.

If it's not in Picheng, is it possible to hide in Zu'an?

The answer is no.

After learning that the Golden Devil had a great camouflage skill, Catelyn had already had his portrait drawn and was wanted by the whole city.

In addition to the elevators under construction, the two passages to Zaun, namely the Hex pressure conveyor and the cable car transport passage on Drop Street, have been set up by the police to check the crowd 24 hours a day, leaving no chance for the killer to escape.

There was no one to be found in the factory house hotel in Napi City, and it was impossible for the murderer to sneak away to Zu'an, so was he hidden by those big families?

Caitlin thought it was unlikely.

The Golden Demon is an alien killer whose presence threatens order in Leather City, and the police station is full of secret agents from major families, and Catelyn has made the stakes clear. It stands to reason that the first thing these spies did when they returned home was to confess the murderer, how could they let such an unstable time bomb stay at home.

The Golden Demon is not a rule-abiding killer, he can even kill informants in order to achieve his goal, and it is normal to be turned back every minute if he believes in his words too much.

But other than that, Caitlyn couldn't think of where else to hide.

Maybe by monitoring the whereabouts of the Gray Lady, you can find the murderer along the way, but the problem is that this Gray Lady is probably more aware of her than Piltover's various secret shortcuts, and she can fly the eaves and walk the wall many times more flexibly than she doesn't know, and she only thinks about it, so how can she keep up with the pace of the other party.

The midday bell had struck three times, and many people had gone to their jobs in order, but Piltover was still bustling – causing her a lot of trouble.

That said, but it took Caitlin ten minutes to enter the sleekly decorated coffee shop on the street, quickly finish a cup of coffee, and then make her way to the clock tower with an explosive piece of candied cake.

In order to catch the criminal, she has been sleepless for two nights, and she has condensed three meals a day into an afternoon tea, just to squeeze out as much time as possible to do the right thing.

Caitlyn stands on the top floor of the clock tower, standing at the angle between the hour and minute hands, observing the city through a large round floor-to-ceiling window with a pair of cold light blue eyes. The bird's-eye view from above helps her better detect the evil that breeds in the city.

The sound of wings fluttering sounded in her ears, and Caitlyn seemed to remember something, crumpling the half-bitten cake into crumbs and scattering it on the ground.

"Goo-goo!"

The doves of peace nesting on the empty top floor of the Clock Tower immediately gathered around and pecked at breadcrumbs on the ground in front of Catelyn.

If everybody has a secret base, then this clock tower is Caitlin's secret base. Whenever she can't figure it out, she comes here, wipes her guns, whines, feeds the fanciers, or ...... In front of the mirror, a person is sullen and smelly.

Of course, this can't be thought of refers to the unhappiness at work, after all, facing a group of good-looking subordinates every day, she has a strong psychological quality if she does not enter the mid-life crisis in advance.

She sat down at the window, her eyes fixed in the direction of the Blue Smoke Manor.

With the nearby dinner clubs open, it's a good time to prepare dinner, because after two bells to go, Piltover will be in the middle of work, and people who have been working all afternoon are hungry and continue to refuel with a delicious dinner.

By that time, the theater in the nearby painter's playground was also coming to an end, and soon the street would be very crowded, and if the Philos family did anything, they would definitely do it before the crowds poured into the street.

At a certain point, the clock rang again, startling all the pigeons in the tower, but Caitlyn knew they would be back soon, and she was used to the cycle.

And finally, her wait paid off.

"I'll just say how the powerful Gray Lady is willing to become a prey! She should do her landlord's friendship and take the initiative! ”

Through the sniper goggles, Caitlyn saw about a hundred heavily armed guards, assembled within the walls of the Blue Smoke Manor, and walked to a building with the Grey Lady in their arms before vanishing.

Caitlyn initially estimated that they should have walked into some secret tunnel, and carefully recalled that the last time Zelas destroyed Leather City, it seemed that a crystal scorpion had dug a lot of tunnels under Leather City, maybe those underground tunnels have now been used by the Philos family!

The target was lost right under her nose, but Caitlyn wasn't worried about losing them, she had already guessed where the guards were going.

The fact that so many people had lights on their guns suggests that the battle must have taken place in a large, dark and unoccupied building.

And now it's not time to get off work, basically every factory compound is crowded with workers, and the only large-scale building that meets the requirements is the theater that was blocked because of Jagu's murder!

"Just when I let you run for five minutes."

……

Kada Ember stood alone in the theater preparing for his performance, waiting for the audience.

He needed a big enough venue, and there was no better place to perform than the theater, so he created a killing in the theater to make it empty for his own use.

He was a mere stagemaster for a mediocre touring theatre company, so he was particularly fond of places where there was a stage.

Although the auditorium in front of him was empty for the time being, he would soon fill it with a breathtaking place.

The gun in his hand was just a tool – but it was a tool of great craftsmanship.

The dark green metal was inlaid with gold threads, and magic pulsated in the heart of Ionian copper.

It's not a weapon from Piltover – those flashy things are meant to work in a land where magic is minimal.

In killing Jagu with it, he had already experienced the wonderful sensation of his fingertips trembling as the bullet came out of his chamber.

The blade had always had difficulty controlling the direction of the blood spray when slicing through flesh, and even if he had practiced it on countless people, he could not solve this shortcoming, but the firearm in his hand was a more precise and accurate tool than the blade, and it took his work to new heights.

This had already been confirmed in Jagu, who had demonstrated the potential of the gun and the response to the work, which had been so ceremonious enough that the target could not sit still.