"Ahh Ham let out a scream of trembling, his massive body half-on his knees.

His hand was held by the person in front of him, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he could even see the white bones exposed.

No one knew who the woman standing in front of Ham was, or they thought she was just Lawrence's henchman.

A slight creeping sound sounded, and Ham looked ahead in a cold sweat.

So he saw a scene that almost made his blood clot.

On Hatsu's hands, a black substance spread, clinging to her skin and covering her body, little by little, covering her palms, arms, and face.

Ham finally knew that there was no one standing in front of him.

He didn't know what it was, so he was terrified until his face was distorted.

The deep black substance is as full of unknowns as the calm surface of the ocean.

When the black almost covers the face of the beginning completely.

Chu looked around with one of his exposed eyes, looked at everyone's faces, and spoke.

"Now, confess your crimes, sinners. ”

Rose, who was standing next to Ham, stepped back in a panic

But there was no reason for him to retreat, and the time had already begun to inform him of the charges, and the crowd should only listen in silence.

Hatsu, who was completely covered in darkness, stretched out his hand.

"Poof!"

The silence was broken by the sound of flesh piercing through.

Ham felt like he could hear his own heartbeat.

It wasn't his delusion, because his heart was indeed taken out and held up in front of him.

He looked down blankly at his chest, where a large hole had been cut and black-red blood flowed down his body to the ground.

He raised his head and looked at the beating heart in Hatsu and Hatsu's hands, his eyes gradually becoming hollow.

He knew he was going to die, and at the last moment before he died, he saw Hatsu crush his heart.

Blood and flesh slipped from the black palm, and the red and black formed a strange picture.

"Bang!" Ham's feeble body slowly collapsed, and he fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

Chu dropped the flesh in his hand and raised his head. Her hands were dripping with blood, and she walked towards the sluggish crowd on the docks.

A second later, countless screams and messy footsteps startled the seagulls that had stopped on the shore.

Lawrence never looked back, a third of the cigarette in his hand had burned out, and he flicked the ash and lowered the brim of his hat.

The badge on the hat reflects the sunlight through the fog.

When sin is punished and begs for mercy, there is no turning back from merciless justice.

It may have only been a dozen seconds before all the sounds died down, dark red blood spilled down to Lawrence's heels, and silent corpses littered the docks.

At first came from behind Lawrence, and black evil faded from her body.

"Do you want to dispose of the corpse?"

This was the second time Lawrence had been asked this question, and the last time was when Lawrence had shot the man who had robbed him.

"No, I don't. Lawrence dropped the unfinished cigarette on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, and replied in the same way.

"Someone will take care of it. ”

In a place like the City of Fog, there is never a shortage of corpses, there are only dozens more, so it's no wonder.

Lawrence took out the keys to the police car from his trouser pocket and said to Chu, "Let's go." ”

"Hmm. ”

On the dock, the two figures gradually walked away.

"What would you like to eat at night?" asked Lawrence casually.

"Hamburg. "Chu seems to like this thing very much last time.

"Don't always eat this junk food, eat something healthy, I ask you. ”

"Hamburg. ”

"How about the pizza, a change of taste. ”

"Hamburg. ”

"Well, listen to you. ”

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If you've been living in the City of Fog lately, then you've surely heard two things.

One is the murderer of the Fog City, few people have seen it in appearance, and those who have seen it have only seen a hurried glimpse.

It is rumored to be pitch black, not even having a face, and even its facial features are wrapped in shadows. It haunts the streets of the City of Fog every night, killing anyone it sees. The deaths of those killed by it were ugly, some had their necks pinched, some had their heads cut off, and some had their chests shattered. The only thing they had in common was that they had both been killed by a single blow, their eyes frightened, their faces distorted, as if they had seen something terrible before they died.

The most heart-wrenching thing is that this incident is not a legend, and many people have seen the corpse killed by this murderer with their own eyes. Over the course of a few days, it had killed hundreds of people. Most of these corpses were abandoned in remote and cold alleys, lifeless, but shocking.

Because of this incident, no one dares to take to the streets at night in the current foggy capital, not even those daring criminals.

The streak of mass killings is enough to keep everyone on the lookout.

Those who had to walk at night were no longer worried about robberies and gangsters, but about the black figure that could appear at any moment.

The murderer of the city of fog, this is like a ghost story that circulates among adults, and everyone is terrified.

Thankfully, as of now, no one has seen this black ghost during the day.

But during the day, the streets of the City of Fog are under the jurisdiction of another man.

The city's new police officer, Lawrence, the Bloody Hand.

Most people hear the name the day after Cyclops' death.

Hearing that Lawrence had shot and killed one of the Cyclops' henchmen on his first day in office, Ham tricked Lawrence into a dock by the sea, where he prepared to sink the uninteresting cop in the sea.

But what turned out to be, Lawrence left the docks unharmed, and Cyclops and dozens of his men died in pools of blood on the docks.

One-Eyed Ham's heart was even gouged out and pinched into flesh.

Legend has it that the blood of that day stained the blue waters red, and the seagulls chirped and hovered over the sea.

So Lawrence got the title of a police officer with a bloody hand, a policeman who kills, and is very cruel.

This made the reputation of the police station great, but still no one would come to report the crime, not daring before, and not daring now. The reputation of the Bloody Cops made Lawrence look a little more terrifying than the average criminal.

However, because these two events were circulated at about the same time, some people with good intentions linked the two events, believing that the police officer during the day was the murderer at night.

There seems to be some truth in what he said, and he has gathered a lot of believers.

I have to say that as Lawrence's little follower, she really didn't have any sense of existence during the day, and people's images of her still stayed at the level of a fierce policewoman, although she was very good-looking, but there seemed to be some fierce policewomen.

All in all, under the influence of these two more horrific violent events, the crime rate in the foggy capital has dropped surprisingly, and the city seems to be a little safer.