"The red wolf is dead, the target is not on the roof!"

The dwarf woman whispered as she jumped off the roof and disappeared into the building.

After the woman disappeared, a slender hand suddenly appeared on the smooth tile on the outer edge of the roof, and with the force of her wrist, Zhang Xiaoluo's body fell lightly to the position where the woman was standing.

He closed his eyes, his nose moving slightly, sniffing at the scent of the prey that had stopped there.

Hunters and prey, never absolute!

Medusa ran quickly around the building, almost bringing an afterimage with her. She knew that the target was still in this building, it was her instinct, the instinct of a good hunter.

As a hunter of the organization, she has experienced countless life-and-death struggles, and she considers herself an excellent hunter until she sees the face that suddenly appeared in front of her.

Zhang Xiaoluo suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, and when Medusa discovered her prey, the two were already less than half a step apart. This half-step distance was enough for Zhang Xiaoluo to reach out and take the prey in front of him into his arms.

Medusa's golden steel whip had just been raised, and the cold light of the willow leaf knife in Zhang Xiaoluo's hand had already stabbed into her full chest.

"How is that possible...... As long as you have a heartbeat, I can find you! How can it be! ”

Zhang Xiaoluo slowly let go of the arm that was holding Medusa, and Medusa's body fell limply, her eyes still open showing shock, fear and disbelief.

The heart, the only fatal part of her body, has been cut in half by Zhang Xiaoluo.

Zhang Xiaoluo's squinted eyes, there was no emotion, he calmly glanced at the woman lying in a pool of blood, turned around and walked into the dim staircase again.

I used to dance with demons, and today, who has taken me as a prey? It seems that from the small window of the staircase, Zhang Xiaoluo released another self. A self that never thinks and is governed only by instinct.

The man in the hall who was looking down at the book lazily raised his head and glanced at the LCD screen on the wall.

The blue dot representing Medusa is gone, and the hateful red dot is still missing.

"Rubbish!"

The man cursed softly, a slight impatience on his face.

"Let me go up, right? Good no good? ”

A little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, who had not yet fully developed, sat opposite the man, suddenly said to the man, and a playful color appeared on her delicate little face.

"It's not time for you to go up yet!"

The man replied coldly, no longer looking at the little girl who sat back on the sofa with her head down, pouting, and looked at the book in her hand again.

Where Medusa was, a spotlessly polished leather shoe appeared. An old man with silver hair and rimless glasses suddenly stretched out the cane in his hand and plunged it into the barely visible wound on Medusa's chest.

As the cane was pulled out, a stream of bloody arrows mixed with heart debris erupted.

"It wasn't the knife that killed Medusa, her heart was shattered before it entered her body!"

The old man frowned slightly, turned to look at the dead corridor, took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped away the few drops of blood splashed on his chest, and then took the handkerchief in front of him and shook it gently.

As the handkerchief shook, the blood stained on the handkerchief quickly spilled out, turning into blood, and slowly drifting into the stairs next to the elevator at the end of the corridor. The old man's eyes gradually turned brownish, and his gaze moved with the bloodshot drifting, and finally he saw a figure outlined by bloodshot behind the dark staircase door.

"Is it also a little guy who likes the dark?"

The old man held the crutch in his hand, shook it slightly, the tip of the crutch fell off, and the crutch in his hand had turned into a dagger more than three inches long that shimmered with a ghostly light.

Compared to the short lancet in the other party's hand, he felt that the dagger in his hand was more lethal.

Zhang Xiaoluo stood behind the door at the top of the stairs and did not escape. This old man gave him a different feeling than the previous two people, and he couldn't escape. Instead of wasting energy in vain and hiding, it is better to fight who can be more stabbed.

The old man was confident in the dagger in his hand, Zhang Xiaoluo was confident in his body, and the two confident people met in this way in the gloomy staircase.

In the dark and narrow space behind the door, there was no dodging, no escape, not even screaming, only a dull sound of sharp blades entering flesh.

The knife in Zhang Xiaoluo's hand quickly went in and out around the old man's navel, and the dagger in the old man's hand stabbed Zhang Xiaoluo's chest again and again.

The old man was confident that he had stabbed Zhang Xiaoluo's heart to pieces, and his abdomen was ......

Wrong! I can't even feel my body below my abdomen! He looked up at the silent man opposite, his face still as calm as water.

The old man suddenly felt that his body was falling, and he looked down to see that his body from the navel down had been stabbed in two by the other party!

"it!"

The old man finally let out his first and last sigh after the encounter.

In Zhang Xiaoluo's hand, he was holding a blade more than five feet long, with blood grooves on both sides, and the blade was covered with sharp serrations.

In terms of destructive power, a dagger more than three feet long is far less than a serrated knife more than five feet long.

Zhang Xiaoluo's entire chest had been stabbed, and the blood had stained most of his clothes red, but I didn't know if the blood belonged to the old man, or his own, or the two of them.

He touched his battered chest and walked slowly up the dark staircase, the serrated knife in his hand turning back into the tiny lancet as his figure disappeared into darkness again.

Standing on the roof of the building, Zhang Xiaoluo faced the little girl who seemed to be waiting there for a long time, and clenched the willow leaf knife in his hand again.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the little girl is smiling like a flower.

Zhang Xiaoluo had never been so tired at this moment, he didn't want to run anymore, he had to end this battle before his last bit of strength was exhausted, and then quickly escape, finding a place to regain his strength.

The little girl didn't do it directly, she looked Zhang Xiaoluo up and down curiously, as if she was looking at a perfect work of art.

"You...... The most perfect I've ever seen! ”

The little girl suddenly said something to Zhang Xiaoluo, and stretched out her little tongue, like a cute little sister next door.

Zhang Xiaoluo threw himself at the little girl, and the little girl also stretched out her hands and threw herself into Zhang Xiaoluo's arms, like a young girl who was throwing herself into her lover's arms.

Zhang Xiaoluo's arms wrapped around the little girl's soft body, and his arms were already covered with a row of bone spurs glowing with cold light, and as his arms tightened, the bone spurs also pierced deeply into the little girl's back. And the willow leaf knife in his hand had also slashed along the little girl's slightly raised spine.

As Zhang Xiaoluo's arms tightened, the little girl's body that was hugged by him began to be gradually flattened, and there was no longer a gap between his body and the little girl.

"What a charming scent!"

The little girl suddenly whispered in Zhang Xiaoluo's arms, and her little hand reached out and hugged Zhang Xiaoluo's waist.

The bone spur that pierced the little girl's back suddenly shook, and the body that was almost squeezed by Zhang Xiaoluo began to slowly rebound, bouncing out the bone spur that had been deeply embedded in the body.

The clothes on the little girl's back had turned into inch wisps, revealing a fair and delicate back, and there were no scars on the delicate skin except for a row of thin white spots.

Zhang Xiaoluo's right hand suddenly turned into a grasp, grabbed the little girl's thin neck, and wanted to pull the other party away from his embrace.

The little girl's little hand around Zhang Xiaoluo's waist had already been inserted into Zhang Xiaoluo's ribs, and as Zhang Xiaoluo pulled the little girl out of his arms, the little girl had already crushed all his ribs on both sides.

"You...... Be...... Who? ”

Zhang Xiaoluo finally said the first words from the beginning of the killing.

The little girl regretted that she couldn't crush Zhang Xiaoluo's spine, and said sweetly to Zhang Xiaoluo.

"Tell me first, who are you?"

Zhang Xiaoluo was silent for a moment, then suddenly threw the willow leaf knife in his hand aside, bent down slightly, and the muscles on his arms, which had already been covered by sharp bone spurs, slowly squirmed, as if he wanted to condense the physical strength of his whole body on the clenched fist of his right arm.

For the first time, the little girl's face showed a solemn look, and she bent down and clenched her small right fist.

From a distance, the two looked like sumo wrestlers bending over each other before the competition.

Zhang Xiaoluo and the little girl moved almost at the same time, and they both used their right fists, which almost condensed the strength of their whole bodies, to hit each other's lower abdomen.

To the little girl's surprise, her fist had already knocked Zhang Xiaoluo into the air, but Zhang Xiaoluo's fist had not yet touched her body.

Looking at Zhang Xiaoluo, who flew out quickly upside down and fell downstairs, a trace of anger flashed in the little girl's bright eyes.

"You Rippy!"

The little girl stood on the top of the building, looking at Zhang Xiaoluo, who had fallen to the ground, and struggled to hide in the darkness on the side of the street, and spoke.

The rolling shutter door of the hotel was suddenly kicked from the inside, and the man holding the scroll walked out, he was just about to walk towards the darkness where Zhang Xiaoluo was invisible, when an extremely dazzling pillar of light suddenly appeared in the distance, accompanied by a roaring roar, a wild locomotive stopped in front of the man.

The locomotive was no one else, it was Shi Jingwen, who passed Zhang Xiaoluo's appeal in desperation.

A small figure jumped from the top of the tall building and stood behind the man, confronting Shi Jingwen.

"You want to break the agreement?"

The man looked at Shi Jingwen, who seemed to be weak on the locomotive, and a gray pencil flew above her slender fingers.

"This is Kyoto."

Shi Jingwen sat on the locomotive that was still roaring quietly, the tips of her high heels tapping the ground, and replied coldly.

"Even those old guys in Xuanmen turn a blind eye, your investigation hall ......"

"This is Kyoto!"

Shi Jingwen interrupted the man's words and repeated coldly again.

Kyoto, the home of the Case Investigation Agency, the home of the Black and White Brotherhood.

The man glanced towards the darkness that Zhang Xiaoluo had hidden into, which was already empty.