By tomorrow morning, the police will find her body, but it is impossible to find traces of the murderer. As on the previous occasions, Mr. X wore latex gloves and tucked his hair into a hat, and the densely woven nylon garment did not leave a trace of skin fibers.

Only God knows that the warbler did not struggle at all.

Mr. X calmly started the car and drove quietly into Law Street.

He felt the adrenaline rush all over his body, bringing up a long-lost impulse, and as expected, a few drops of sweat oozed from the central acupoint, reflecting a cold luster. It reminded him of the days when he could still do something.

Even if he couldn't get any useful information from the vixen, Mr. X could still enjoy the rest of the night.

Should we start with a hammer, he thought earnestly.

No, the dentist's drill might be better. Digging under the fingernails, this vixen must have woken up in pain. Anyway, there is no point in torturing an unconscious prisoner. It felt like kicking and kicking a corpse, and after all, it was just an aerobic exercise, or something mild.

Mr. X knows this very well, and all of his experience comes from the impulsive actions he took when he found his father's body.

Behind him came the sound of a heavy object falling. He turned his head and saw the vixen wriggling under the blanket.

Great, he's still alive.

Mr. X turned his head and looked at the road ahead, then frowned, grabbed the steering wheel tightly, and leaned forward.

Directly in front of him, a long line of brake lights lit up.

All vehicles stopped, forming a long line in an area separated by an orange cone sign, with blue and white flashing lights indicating police involvement.

A car accident?

No, it's just a temporary checkpoint, and the eye-catching sign on the side reads "Drunk Driving Detection". Two police officers shook their flashlights and checked the passing vehicles one by one.

Mr. X stepped on the brakes, reached into the black bag, pulled out his dart gun and made two more hits at the vixen to stop making noise. With the dark car film and black blanket as cover, as long as the male vixen below does not move, the two policemen will be allowed to pass by at most two glances.

When it was Mr. X's turn, he rolled down the window and a policeman approached. The light of the flashlight shines on the dashboard, refracting a harsh reflection.

"Good evening, officer." Mr. X put on a friendly expression.

"Sir, did you drink that night?" The officer was an ordinary little man, of medium age, with loose cheeks and a tousled mustache that needed to be retrimmed. Gray hair protruded from the brim of the hat, like a pile of weeds. Aside from the fact that he doesn't have a flea collar and a tail, he lives like a sheepdog.

"No, officer, I didn't drink."

"Hey, I know you."

"Really?" Mr. X's smile widened, and his eyes were fixed on the policeman's neck. The urgency reminded him of the hunting knife next to the car door. He reached for the doorknob and tried to calm down.

"Yes. You teach my godson jiu-jitsu. The policeman straightened up, and the flashlight shook to the inside of the car, shining on the large black bag in the passenger seat. He shouted, "Bunker, come and meet Little Acan's teacher." ”

While another police officer was swaying slowly, Mr. X checked the zipper on his bag again. There was no need for the police to see the dart gun and the 9mm Glo~g pistol he had left in his bag.

In the next 5 minutes, he mingled with the two police officers, but in his heart he was thinking of using various methods to make them close their beaks.

It seems that he urgently needs to address his serious violent tendencies.

At the same time, Xiao Lingyun struggled to discern the vague outline of the single-story commercial building in front of him. For the past two hours, he and Su Pan have been monitoring the Pattaya Martial Arts Academy, waiting to confirm any signs of suspicious late-night activity. The building is located at the end of a long and narrow shopping mall, next to a rolling tropical forest. Su Pan had inspected the area the night before, and it was about 20,000 square meters in size.

It's enough to be a stronghold for servant eaters.

The car park is located just outside the main entrance of the school, and there are 12 to 18 parking spaces on one side. There are two entrances, the main entrance is double-glazed and the side entrance is windowless. He and Su Pan occupied the vantage point in the woods, and could see all the movement in the parking lot and the two entrances at the same time.

Investigations of several other sites ultimately yielded nothing. The Spooter Fitness Center is open only to returning members who are predominantly muscular and closes at 12 midnight and opens at 5 a.m.

For the past few nights, the fitness center has been silent. The same was true of the investigation of the paintball centre, whose doors were locked and empty. So the biggest possibility falls on these two martial arts academies - Valarilo and the twins are investigating another martial arts academy on the other side of the city.

Although servant eaters are not afraid of sunlight and can go out during the day, the night is when their prey begins to move, so servant eaters usually hunt at night. Before dawn, members of the Servant Eater Society gather at recruitment centers or training centers, but not always.

Because servant eaters often change their hiding places, a colony will only be bustling for a while, perhaps a month, a quarter, or a year, and then it will be abandoned.

It had only been a few days since Lu Qingyang's death, and Xiao Lingyun hoped that the servants and ghosts had not had time to transfer.

He touched the blind watch in his hand and scolded: "I'm annoyed, it's almost 3 o'clock." ”

Su Pan flashed out from behind the tree where he was hiding and said, "I don't think Thor will be able to come this night." ”

Xiao Lingyun shrugged, eager to stop the topic immediately.

Su Pan continues.

"It's not like him at all." Su Pan paused and continued, "But you don't seem surprised. ”

"No, I'm not surprised."

"Why?"

Xiao Lingyun clenched his fists, and his joints made a rattling sound: "Because I quarreled with him, I shouldn't have said those words." ”

"I won't ask you."

"It's a smart thing to do." But for some ridiculous reasons, Xiao Lingyun continued to himself, "I should apologize to him." ”

"If you apologize, you'll surprise me."

"Am I so bad?"

"Nope." Su Pan's tone lacked a hint of ordinary exaggeration, and said seriously, "It's just that you don't make mistakes often." ”