Sheriff John apparently ran in straight from outside the school. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Not only was his forehead covered with beads of sweat, but he was even more out of breath.

Looking at the nun standing in front of the tombstone, John walked straight over.

"I'm sorry, Sister Moni, for interrupting your prayer to Qin Ran......"

"It happened suddenly, please come with me."

The sheriff said with respect.

When speaking, John habitually straightened his waist, making his originally tall and strong figure appear more and more upright, but there was no sense of oppression, but more respect.

"John, what's wrong?"

The nun looked at the sheriff in confusion.

"Hmm......"

"Please come with me!"

"I really don't know how to describe it!"

A wry smile appeared on the sheriff's gruff countenance.

"Okay!"

The nun nodded, and with the help of the sheriff, she walked to the carriage parked in front of the sentry box outside the campus.

"Sister Moni, do you need me along?"

Before the nun pedaled, the captain of the nursing team came up to her and asked.

"It's alright, Led, there's John."

The nun pointed to the sheriff.

Different from the vigilance when he treated Qin Ran, in the face of the tall and sturdy sheriff, Lead, the captain of the school guard, maintained considerable respect.

"Please, Sergeant!"

Leader said.

"Hmm."

The sheriff nodded as if assured.

……

The situation in front of him was seen by Qin Ran without falling in the slightest.

Qin Ran, who was standing in the shadows, frowned slightly.

Qin Ran didn't know much about Lead, the captain of the nursing team, but one thing was certain, the other party loved Sister Moni very much, and he also loved his job very much.

However, no matter how much she loves, it will not reach the point where Sister Moni travels and protects.

After all, Sister Moni, as the principal of St. Paul's School, is also respected throughout the city, and no one would normally be disrespectful to this elderly nun.

Even some of the guys who are in the shadows will hate to avoid causing trouble for themselves.

You know, students at St. Paul's School can be either rich or expensive.

As the headmaster of these students, Sister Moni didn't take advantage of anything, but the influence she brought was enough for those guys to know what to do with the old nun.

"The influence of the Earl of Vain?"

"Gong Lansen has settled everything on the surface, but is there still an undercurrent in private?"

Qin Ran guessed.

It was the only thing he could think of right now.

And this kind of speculation made him quickly think of some targeted plans.

Looking at the carriage that was slowly starting under the drive of a policeman, Qin Ran quickly followed.

At this point, the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The dense raindrops make the ground accumulate water quickly, and at the same time, it also obscures people's vision, and even the most skilled driver does not dare to drive at full speed in such weather.

So, the carriage in which the nun and the sheriff rode was not fast.

Qin Ran followed behind very easily.

In fact, not to mention such a speed, with Qin Ran's agility at the SS-level at the moment, no matter how fast the carriage was, Qin Ran would be able to easily keep up.

But this is also for Qin Ran.

It's not so easy for some people.

A few gasps hidden in the sound of the rain clearly came into Qin Ran's ears.

His gaze quickly locked on the two ill-intentioned fellows.

The pistol, dagger, and intently staring at the carriage in his hand were all telling Qin Ran what the two guys wanted to do.

Without hesitation, Qin Ran quietly approached the two of them, first raised his left hand to cover the mouth of one of them, and then snatched the dagger from the other party's hand with his right hand, and waved it at the neck of another guy who didn't react at all, and then used the dagger to cut the neck of the guy who was covering his mouth and nose and almost suffocated.

The whole process didn't even take a second.

In the face of two slightly stronger ordinary people, if Qin Ran was not afraid of startling the grass and destroying his plan, he would have a simpler and faster way to make the two ill-intentioned guys disappear from this world.

Two bodies were dragged into the alley.

Picking up the opponent's dagger and firing the gun, Qin Ran followed the carriage again.

This time, there were no accidents, and the carriage quickly came to the front of the police station, which was three stories high and had a small façade.

Sheriff John held an umbrella in one hand and helped the old nun down with the other.

The two walked directly into the police station, thinking about walking to the basement level.

Or the same morgue that occupies about a quarter of the basement floor, where a large chest sits out.

The box is rectangular, wooden throughout, 1.5 meters long and 1 meter wide, about 70 centimeters high, wrapped in new copper at the four corners, and emitting a metallic glow under candles and oil lamps.

A delicate lock with a key attached to it hangs from the clasp of the box.

Boxes and locks are not the kind that ordinary people can use.

Especially that key.

Judging by the luster, Qin Ran was extremely sure that it was not copper, but gold!

The key made of gold is a luxury at any time.

However, soon, Qin Ran's attention was completely on the box.

Or in a box, to be exact.

The faint smell of blood mixed with the rich fragrance kept pouring into Qin Ran's nose.

Although it has been spiced, the smell of blood cannot be concealed.

Qin Ran couldn't help but squint.

He knew very well that there was only one possibility for this to happen: a bleeding state caused by a large number of wounds!

Only in this way will such a strong spice not be able to hide the smell of blood.

Plus the size of this box......

Qin Ran had some speculations in his heart.

And the sheriff, who walked to the box, reminded the nun.

"Sister Moni, I hope you'll be prepared."

The sheriff said.

"Don't worry!"

"I'm old enough for me to see and know more."

The old nun remained peaceful.

However, as the box opened, there was an exclamation.

It's not fear.

Rather, unbelievable.

Inside the box, it was filled with scarlet blood, and the white petals had long since lost their original color after being soaked for a long time, including the corpses soaked in it.

It wasn't a whole corpse, but a neatly arranged corpse after it had been cut open.

In order to make the cut corpse look neat, a fixed shelf was made inside the box, and the head, limbs, and torso were placed in separate categories, just like a dinner plate used in a canteen.

"Totti?!"

The old nun bent down and crawled on the edge of the box, hoping to see the corpse's head soaked in scarlet blood.

And at this moment-

The head's eyes snapped open.

Scarlet, glaring.