The gunfire flashed away, and after the gunshot, the 'serial killer' lay on the ground completely lifeless.

Grandin tucked the revolver back into the holster at his waist. The effect of the Doom Bullet is very domineering, and this 'serial killer' will not want to get up on the ground unless he becomes a Headless Horseman.

Hearing the gunshots, the first to arrive was Lorota. She had a murderous aura, her eyes were cold, and her left sleeve was completely gone, revealing her left arm burned by fire in her shirt.

When she found the criminal lying on the ground, she was stunned at first, and then she saw Grandin who was cleaning up the scene, and then she let down her guard, and her arched body gradually relaxed.

"Dead?"

She walked around the blood stains on the ground to check the status of the criminals.

"Well, he's too much of a threat to me, and I can't keep my hand."

Grandin was dealing with the poisonous fire left on the throwing knife, which burned for a long time, was not only hot enough, but also had a certain toxicity. Extinguishing the flame with water allows the toxicity to spread in the air. The best way to do this is to set up a purification circle to purify it directly, or to burn it with a fire of light.

Fortunately, the materials he brought with him were relatively complete, and it was effortless to arrange the magic circle at this time.

"Hey, was this a grenade?"

The two captains also rushed to the scene neatly.

The exclamation was made by the captain of the Night Watch of the Seventh Group, who was slightly shorter and wore a three-cornered hat on his head. He looked at the 'Serial Killer' lying on the ground, shook his head, and then turned his gaze back to Grandin, as if looking for Grandin's large firepower weapon.

Grandin finished drawing the circle at this time, and he mustered his own spirituality, allowing the wind of purification to sweep away the remaining poisonous fire on the ground. After seeing the last flame extinguished, he explained:

"My bullets are special, and he's bad enough."

This bullet presumably activates the Critical Hit trait, which makes the scene look particularly brutal.

A drop of black, filthy blood was slowly oozing from the 'serial killer's chest, and Grandin took a look at it and judged that the blood should be the extraordinary characteristic of the 'serial killer'.

Al also came up, he pulled out his cigarette case, and began to hand out cigarettes:

"The goddess is above, no one died in this operation."

Grandin refused the tobacco, and the corners of Lorota's mouth twitched, and she twisted her face to the side. The captain of the seventh group took the cigarette with great pleasure, and he took an extra one and pinned it to his ear.

Eventually, the two old men began to crouch beside the corpse and puff out the mist, and the rest of the cigarettes were haphazardly stuffed into the pockets of his trench coats by Al.

He held the cigarette case in his hand, his eyes fixed on the drop of blood, probably trying to use it to contain the extraordinary properties of the precipitation.

"Can you please ask the two of you, who is going to psychic and take a look?"

Al smoked a cigarette as he made his own request. The two 'Nightmares' squatting on the ground basically have nothing to do with psychic, and can only rely on Grandin and Lorota in this regard.

"I'm tired."

With that, Lorota avoided the smoke and walked into the distance, leaning against the container and closing her eyes.

"Captain, I've used a lot of materials tonight."

Grandin gave a slight reminder, and then completed the preparations for the psychic within the rebuilt spiritual wall.

The success rate of the first psychic was the highest, and he considered it for a while before finalizing what needed to be divined:

"All his accomplices."

"All his accomplices."

The psychic ritual combined with dream divination allowed Grandin to quickly enter the dream on his feet. As soon as he came into contact with the remnants of the spirituality of the 'serial killer', there was a light and shadow exploding in front of him.

It's a rental house with mottled walls and exposed steam pipes. The Serial Killer is playing cards with a toothpick in his mouth and a stool on his feet.

Grandin's gaze swept over the faces of the men, and then began to compare them with those he had encountered in his pursuit in the evening.

"The numbers and appearances match, and it seems that no one has escaped."

After repeated confirmations, Grandin wanted to take the initiative to get out of the dream. But then his spirit suddenly jumped, and after a spiritual reminder, he noticed the door that he had ignored—

A piece of parchment was nailed to a worn door panel with a dagger.

At this point, the picture shatters, and Grandin detaches from the dream.

He was silent:

That seems like a list? He's working on a job?

What job would be a good fit for a 'serial killer', is it a murder commission?

There are a few lines on it that are crossed out...... Victims have already appeared.

Grandin thought about it and decided to do the divination again:

"The origin of the list."

"The origin of the list."

This time the dream was unstable, as if Grandin was looking through a piece of broken glass.

The first to appear was a pair of slender and powerful hands, which handed a piece of parchment folded in half.

An elegant and calm voice then sounded:

"I need you to help me get rid of the people on my list."

The 'serial killer' took the parchment and looked embarrassed:

"I'd love to help you, but I'm afraid I'll ...... if this matter is tricky for you, sir."

"Rest assured, the number of people on the list will not exceed Sequence 8 at most, and I don't make a move just because it's inconvenient."

The picture shuddered, and Grandin entered a new scene.

It seems to be a single room for workers. A man is sitting at his desk with a reverent expression, praying with his back to the door.

Outside the window, there was the sound of a steam whistle and the clanging of factory machines.

He suddenly stopped praying and made the appearance of listening. But before he could make any defensive moves, the door behind him exploded. A ghostly figure slid into the room, a dagger slashing around his neck.

On the Beckland Bridge across the Tasok River, a man in a trench coat with his collar erected and half of his face covered prepares to cross the river.

At this time, a man in a brown trench coat hurriedly walked opposite him with his head down. On the densely populated bridge, the shoulders of the two collided together.

But after the two separated, the man who had put his collar up suddenly covered his chest, and red blood continued to gush from his fingers. He slumped to the ground, his pupils dilated.

The shaking of the picture became more and more intense, and Grandin could only see the 'serial killer' scratching out the names on the parchment one by one. But just as he was about to take a closer look at the list, the whole picture shattered, and he withdrew from the dream.

The walls of spirituality still linger with the delicate scent of ritual materials.

Grandin frowned:

The junction of the Tasok River and the factory area......

He thought of the three reports of the Wild Extraordinary's private fights that the Nightwatchman had received some time ago, one of which also happened by the river in the factory area.

"If that's what this 'serial killer' did. After his death, will the client hiding behind the scenes look for someone else to continue the assassination? What is the purpose? ”