John Sr. is a good man in the town, a sanitation worker who likes to greet residents passing by as he sweeps up fallen leaves on the roadside.

His smile healed many people, and his deceased wife was the president of a branch of the Town Cat Lovers' Association.

After the death of his wife, John Sr. regarded the kittens as his own children.

Even if you can't afford to eat, you can't let the kittens go hungry.

But today this good old man is in trouble.

Thomson blocked Old John alone.

In a dark alley, garbage cans are placed at the entrance, exuding a pungent sour smell.

"Hand over the money, old thing!" Thomson slapped Old John in the face, and the heavy force made Old John dizzy, and he sat down on the sewage in the alley.

"Please, please, I only have this little salary, my wife has died, and all I have left is the kittens, I want to buy cat food with this money!"

Thomson grinned, raised his leg and kicked old John in the stomach, and old John covered his stomach and wailed.

"I don't care if you're a cat or a dog, hurry up and hand over the money to me!" Thomson's body trembled slightly, and the addictive nature of flour left him uncontrollable and mentally manic.

"I warn you one last time!" Thomson pulled a pistol out of his pocket, and the swarthy muzzle of the gun was pressed against old John's head: "I'll count three times, and I'll shoot if I don't bring it." ”

Poor old John, he trembled and raised his hand, ready to hand over the stack of Franklin in his arms to Thomson.

"Da-da." There was a noise behind him.

Thomson turned, and a tall figure dressed as a ninja stood silently at the entrance.

But the crazy Thomson didn't notice it at all, he took out his gun and pointed it at the Ghost Ninja, and his wrist trembled uncontrollably: "If you don't want to die, get out, don't be nosy!" ”

The tall figure moved, it slowly raised its hand, a glittering knife in its hand, and didn't care about the pistol, and walked straight to Thomson.

"Shat! Don't come back again! Thomson saw the stranger getting closer and pulled the trigger.

The firing pin hit the bullet, and a bullet whistled out of the chamber of the gun, striking the Ghost Ninja.

"Huh!"

The clash of irons rang out, and Old John's eyes widened in disbelief what he was seeing.

The mysterious ninja actually raised his sword and split the oncoming bullet in half.

"Fack!" Thomson did not believe in evil, and pulled the trigger again and again, but all of them were split in half by the knife.

"Poof."

The white sword pierced Thomson's neck under Old John's horrified gaze.

"Ho-ho." Thomson collapsed weakly, and a black aura poured out of him and flew towards Kerry, who was a kilometer away.

Black smoke poured into Kerry's chest, and his otherwise thin body quickly grew well-proportioned muscles.

"Ding, you have obtained "Qi", and the host controls the Ghost Ninja kill, which will plunder the victim's own "Qi" and use it to strengthen the host. ”

Kerry looked at the well-proportioned muscles in the mirror, his waist was no longer sore, his legs were no longer painful, and even the injuries on his body were healed.

A wave of memories came into Kerry's mind, and he witnessed Thomson's death.

"Hey, do you want to have breakfast?" The room was knocked softly.

"Please come in." Kerry opened the door, Isabella looked at Kerry's well-proportioned muscles with some embarrassment, and at the same time she was a little puzzled, why didn't she find that this guy was in such a good shape when she saw Kerry before.

Kerry got dressed and followed Isabella to the first floor.

Isabella's father is called Charlie. Swan is a police detective in the town, but in such a relatively peaceful town, the shooting cases are ridiculously low, so Charlie is very idle every day.

There are three sets of cutlery on the table, a loaf of bread with a few sticks of bacon and eggs, and milk next to it.

"Hey, lad, you look like you're strong." Charlie put down the newspaper and stared at Kerry's well-proportioned and muscular figure.

"Ding, contact Charlie. Swan, 100 points. ”

"Thank you, uncle, maybe it's a night's rest, and you look good." Kerry sat in his seat, followed Charlie's prayers, and the three of them began to enjoy breakfast.

"Toot toot." Charlie put down the knife and fork in his hand and picked up the phone.

"What's wrong? Father. Isabella was attentive and noticed that Charlie's brow was furrowed.

"Looks like this meal is not finished." Charlie sighed and explained, "There's a homicide in the town. ”

"Who died?" Kerry drank the milk, and Isabella looked at Charlie in the same way.

Charlie put on a police uniform, and there was nothing to hide, the news of Thomson's death would soon spread throughout the town, after all, the place was only so small, and the news spread quickly: "It seems to be a child from your school, called Thomson." ”

"I want to go and see, Uncle Charlie, to be honest, my dream since I was a child was to become a police officer." Kerry also stood up: "It's Saturday, it's okay to stay here anyway, maybe I can help in the past." ”

Charlie didn't refuse, his sex is an easy-going good old man: "Follow me if you want, but don't make trouble for me when you go." ”

Isabella picked up the half-eaten sandwich, quickly settled it, put on her clothes and chased after her.

"Bella, it's bloody there, the dead are pierced through the throat, the facial expression is painful, don't look around." Charlie looked at Isabella in the back seat of the car, worried that his daughter would be scared.

Several people drove to the scene of the crime.

The orange and yellow cordons were raised, blocking the residents of the town who were watching the excitement.

Looking at the lively aspect, the people in every place are the same.

A plainly dressed woman is pulling a man who appears to be the dead Thomson parents, but they can't enter because they want to protect the crime scene, and can only look at Thomson from a distance, lying in a pool of blood, covered.

"Let's turn over from behind." Kerry gently grabbed Isabella, and the two came to the back of the alley, where Kerry hugged Isabella's waist, exerted force with both feet, and turned over with Isabella.

"Thank you." Isabella stroked her long hair, a little afraid to look at Kerry, after spending a long time with this guy, she always remembered some unspeakable images in her head, which was really strange.

"The deceased was 19 years old, had a record of school violence at school, and was the captain of the school football team." A police officer was talking to Charlie about Thomson's basic information as he fell to the ground: "According to two of his companions and school eyewitnesses, he beat up a man named Kerry yesterday. Van Helsing's man, the two had a conflict. ”

"Kerry can rule it out that he stayed at my house all night because he had nowhere to go." Charlie shook his head as Kerry walked over.

"Boy, look at him, how he died, don't be scared." Charlie lifted the shroud over Thomson.

His original intention was to scare off Kerry and Isabella and keep them away from these murders.

"Oh, buy it." Isabella looked at Thomson, whose pupils were dilated and his face was distorted, blood still slowly gushing from his neck.

"The wound is in the neck." Kerry crouched down, asked the officer for a pair of sanitary gloves, and gently pressed the wound.

"The wound was not large, but it penetrated the neck of the deceased, and the possibility of blunt instruments and household kitchen knives can be ruled out." Kerry felt Thomson's severed Adam's apple: "It can destroy cartilage tissue instantly, which means that it is very sharp, so the range can be further reduced." ”

Kerry stood up and snapped his fingers lightly, "It was a sharp katana that killed this guy." ”

Charlie and the officer listened carefully, and although Kerry was not a police officer, he felt that what he said was very reasonable.

Charlie motioned for the officers to jot down Kerry's reasoning, which were useful clues.

"And if I'm guessing correctly, he should have shot before he died." Kerry pointed at Thomson's whitened index finger, which maintained a pull on the trigger.

"That's right!" The police officer nodded in surprise, a little incredulous, this high school student was so powerful, just by looking at the crime scene, he could deduce so many things: "We also found this bullet that was split in half at the crime scene." ”

Kerry took the bullet from the bag, the corners of his mouth pulling down.

"What's wrong?" Isabella leaned over to Kerry's side and gasped as she looked at the bullet's smooth cut.

"It's funny, he can split bullets, this guy can't be considered a human at all." Kerry returned the bullet, shook his head, and picked up a branch from the side of the road.

"Now let's restore the scene,"

Kerry grabbed Isabella and motioned for her to stand in front of the fallen Thomson.

"First, the other party appeared at the entrance, and Thompson spotted him." Kerry was carrying a twig, much like that.

Isabella wanted to laugh a little, but her classmates were lying on the ground burping, and it seemed out of place to laugh now.

"And Thomson shot."

Isabella forced a smile and made a gesture to shoot, which was quite flirtatious.

"And then the other side splits the bullet." Kerry waved his right hand and made a slashing motion.

Kerry's legs exerted force, and Isabella felt a gust of wind blow through her, and a wooden stick gently pressed against her throat.

"There should still be witnesses to the crime." Kerry looked around the corner and picked up a slightly curled piece of long, slightly curled hair, which wasn't Thomson's, because he had an inch of hair.

Charlie turned around and motioned for the officer to take him to the police station for DNA analysis.

"That's amazing, Kerry." Isabella clenched her hands and looked at Kerry with starry eyes.

"Good boy, are you talented?" Charlie patted Kerry on the shoulder.

Kerry just smiled slightly, he couldn't say that he witnessed the whole murder from a first-person point of view, and the mastermind was himself, right?

So Kerry nodded, scratching his head a little shyly: "I don't know why, just a glance, the whole homicide experience seems to come to mind." ”

Charlie patted Kerry on the shoulder in satisfaction, wondering if he should encourage him to come to the police if Kerry couldn't afford college.

This kid is fodder for this!

Because Charlie was also responsible for communicating with the family of the deceased, Kerry and Isabella had to leave.