"The point of a successful hunt is to be quiet."

Above the massive bronze gargoyle, the ghost listened silently to Carlil's words. He was born with a lot of knowledge, but not what Carlil was talking about.

He was too young, too young to comprehend the rules by which the world beneath his feet. Born to know only brings him more doubts.

"As you can see, there are tens of thousands of gangs in the entire Quintus. Their territory is very meticulously divided, even down to a small alley. This means that if you don't be quiet, the killing will be heard by the other gangs. ”

"Aren't they used to killing?" The ghost asked, confused. "Do they care about the noise coming from other gangs' territory?"

"Civilians and gangs make different noises when they die, ghosts."

Carlil grinned cruelly.

"Civilians die when they die, and not many of them feel nostalgic for life, and there are not a few who commit suicide. Do you think that where did the corpse incineration plant come from so many uninjured corpses, could it be that all of them died of disease? ”

"As for the members of the gang...... You've killed them, tell me, ghosts, what sound do they make when they die? ”

"Curse." The ghost thought for a moment and said. "They cursed me and said that someone would avenge them."

"That's not all."

Carlil waved his left hand, and the smile became more pronounced on his pale face. "And gunshots...... Ghost. They'll keep shooting, and if you can't drown out the sound like I did, you'd better be quiet. ”

"Then why don't you block out those voices for me?"

"Because it's your solitary hunt."

Carlil moved his muscles in his neck and shoulder, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Listen, I'm going to die someday. I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't shred armored vehicles with a wave of my hand like you...... And you, ghost, you and I obviously share a common purpose in some way. ”

"So I'm going to teach you everything I can, so that even if I die, you can change this hellish place. That way, even if I die, I'll be very happy. ”

Carlil shrugged. The ghost listened quietly to his words, his expression calm.

He kept nodding his head, but his expression clearly revealed the truth: he still didn't quite understand what Carlile meant.

Once again - Carlil Lohals felt an extreme irony because of this naivety.

You naïve little monster...... Why did you show up on Nostramo?

Carlil smiled and shook his head.

"Go ahead." He said. "A gang, kill them."

The ghost came to the edge of the gargoyle, and just as he was about to fall, he suddenly stopped moving.

He turned his head and said to Carlil, "Killing won't solve the problem, Carlil, that's what you told me. ”

"Yes."

"So, why do we keep purging these gangsters?"

"Complete the mission, clean them out without being discovered by the other gangs, and I'll tell you the answer."

"Really?"

"I didn't lie to you."

The ghost didn't hesitate any longer, he nodded, and leaped from the top of the gargoyle. Carlil stared at him until the tall shadow had completely disappeared into the night, and then he sighed.

"It's only eighteen months old......," he muttered to himself. Which perverted psychopath created such a monster and threw it into Quintus? ”

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"The coroner of the Skolewalker family is dead." A bald man said.

He had no lips, and his face was so damaged by countless punctures that it was difficult to look at.

He was naked, with chains deep in the flesh at his wrists that stretched to his waist, looking strange and terrifying.

Piercing doesn't matter, many gang members like to add something to their faces to show that they are different. The same goes for physical transformation, where pain-loving metamorphosis can be seen everywhere.

But the severed lips are the main problem.

This means that he belongs to the trembling tooth.

This means that he belongs to a noble family in the upper echelons of the nest capital.

"I've heard that the woman has a special metal arm that is powerful enough to smash a sharp-toothed cow's head with a single punch - how did she die?"

In the candle-lit room, another woman asked.

She wore a pompous white dress, layered on top of each other. The waist is slender, and the exposed chest is soft and white. It looks beautiful, but on that chest is a necklace made of human bones.

The bald man gave her an impatient look and spoke in a sinister tone.

"You don't have anything to say, do you, Guvas? Everyone knows that Skolewalk's family is very rich, and as long as they are willing to be dogs, they can have anything. Does it matter who killed her? What matters is where her body is! ”

"Well, I can't tell, Kanga, maybe I'm really out of words—but you'd better be polite with me."

The woman smiled delicately, and her blood-stained lips slowly unfurled.

"I've recently bought a batch of psychedelics from the top...... If you don't want to wake up one day and find yourself being hung up by someone under your hand to skin you, give me a little respect. ”

The bald man known as Kang Jia snorted coldly, and he raised his right hand and stroked his exposed teeth. The remaining left hand kept piercing the flesh of the thigh with sharp fingers.

He needed a little physical pleasure to remind himself not to lose his mind.

"That's pretty much it."

In the hall, another man who had been silent finally spoke. Compared to Guvas's pompous court skirt and Kangja's brutal flesh transformation style, he looked like the only normal person here dressed in black.

He said with a blank face: "We have nothing to do with the Skolewalker family, it is not our turn to worry about this kind of thing." ”

"However, the Skolewalkers have always been generous...... Pratt. Kanga said. Do we really not get a piece of the pie? ”

"Someone who has the audacity to murder the Coroner of the Skolewalker House on the eve of the Great Purge is not something we can deal with."

Prey shook his head calmly.

"And, even if we were really lucky enough to find her body...... How are we going to solve the next problem thrown by Skolewalk's family? They will of course want to know who murdered the coroner. ”

Kangja nodded thoughtfully, a stark contrast to the rage he had had spoken to Guvas before.

"So, are we going to declare a curfew?" The glamorous Gulvath asked.

She squinted as she spoke, pulling out a needle-like utensil from her handbag on the table.

Through the transparent shell, you can clearly see the bewildering scarlet hues inside.

"Not just now — and, a little less. Type 3 blood mixtures are so addictive that you're going to burn out your brains, look at your lips, you're already addicted to human blood, right? ”

Guvas licked his lips, tasting the blood, and nodded absentmindedly.

Just staring at the tube of injections, her vision began to become confused, even her breathing became rapid, and her cheeks flushed.

Kang Jia, who was watching from the sidelines, sneered.

This is the case with addicts to type 3 blood mixtures, who fall into an abrupt frenzy of addiction at every unpredictable next second.

If you don't drink blood or inject a tube of type 3 injections, this state of madness will continue for several days.

Seeing this, Prey picked up a gold-inlaid dinner plate from the long table and threw it over, knocking the syringe in Guvas's hand directly to the ground.

The woman's first reaction was not to be annoyed, but to subconsciously pounce like a dog, groping around on the carpet in an attempt to retrieve the syringe.

Her behavior continued until a pitch-black leather boot stepped on her right hand.

Gulvath looked up and saw Prey's expressionless face.

"I really shouldn't have agreed to let you go into the psychedelic business......" Prey whispered, his left foot began to strain and grind hard against Guvas's palm.

The bald Kangja grinned, and Guvas's face turned pale with pain, but he didn't dare to move.

"You don't have any self-control at all, that's all...... Everyday indulgence doesn't matter, but now that life is at stake, you're still thinking about getting a shot of psychedelics? ”

Prey flew up with a kick that kicked the woman to the other side of the table. He finally couldn't bear it anymore and started scolding.

"Let's not talk about the hell that vengeful ghost is a fucking private soldier arranged by the psychotic family, let's talk about the death of the priest and the razor! They were torn apart and dumped in that goddamn church, and we even had to fucking clean it! ”

"The Great Purge is coming soon, Gavas!"

Prey rose from his chair and glared fiercely at the bleeding woman. The latter's first reaction was not to stop the bleeding, but to keep touching the bleeding nose with both hands to send blood to his lips.

Her face was full of fascination.

Prey's face finally brought a look of disappointment that could not be concealed.

He looked at Guvas and spoke again. Therefore, he ignored the fleeting black shadow outside the window of his room, and the tiny sound that kept coming through the rain curtain.

The voices sounded like flesh was being torn apart.

"Kangja and Trembling Tooth have a relationship, which means that we finally don't have to contribute money to survive this purge. You're addicted to psychedelics and can't extricate yourself......"

"Look at yourself, the black-lunged guys in the factory who are sick and dying are better than you-"

“...... Pratt? ”

Kanga blinked, not understanding why Prey had stopped.

Of course, he would be happy to see Gunvas punished and even disenfranchised and thrown out of the gang, and he would be more than happy to teach this idiot a lesson in the psychedelic business. However, Prey's pause stopped everything.

He turned his head and looked at Prey. Then, his eyes widened.

He didn't see Prey.

To be precise, he didn't see Prey's head.

A headless corpse stood and swayed in front of the window, and the sour rain poured in, and they had no idea when the window had been opened.

Kangja jerked to his feet, drawing his gun as he tried to shout out loud for the gang members waiting outside the door to come in and help.

Unfortunately, he was not destined to do this.

A long, pale arm had already grabbed his neck first.

"Goodbye." The ghost said politely. "Plus, your windows are easy to open."

A dull sound sounded the next moment, and the last sight Konja had seen in his life was a white bone stained with scarlet blood.

Half a second later, as his consciousness was about to sink into darkness, he finally recognized what the bone was.

That's a vertebrae.

Whose ......?

With this doubt in mind, he fell into a dark slumber for eternity.

The ghost dropped the skull with a severed vertebrae, and turned its head to look at the last remaining gwass in the room.

The conversation between the three gang leaders was clearly heard by him outside. He knew her name, and he knew that she was addicted to blood.

As a matter of fact...... The latter can be analyzed by her behavior at the moment.

A normal person would not lie on the corpse of his companion and suck blood hungryly.

The ghost walked over without mercy.

Outside the window, the torrential rain continued.