Although Crane's plan was detailed and feasible, it was too scary to advance to the next sequence after only one month of taking the potion, and after Angel's persuasion, he decided to wait until the end of August, about two months after taking the "soothsayer" potion, to submit a special application.

With this "genius" taking the lead, Angel felt that she could also follow suit and submit her application.

It's a pity that the role of the instigator is currently in a bottleneck, and she already feels that a small part of the potion in her body has been digested, but in the end, she has to wait for the "Wild Bear Gang" and the "Labor Mutual Aid Association" to enter her preset "trap", and under the instigation, they trap each other, and are finally captured by the police.

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On another sunny weekend afternoon, Angel yawned and sat in the entertainment room of Black Thorn Security, flipping through the previous day's newspaper.

In the past few days, her sleep quality has plummeted, and she always seems to recall in her dreams the use of the "magic pocket watch" twice, of course, not the pleasant experience of obtaining the extraordinary abilities of the "magician" in those ten minutes, but the tragic experience of "not seeing the light" for the next twelve hours.

In the dream, Angel lives in the two-story house at 6 Daffodil Street, which is brightly lit as if it were daytime, and she herself is huddled in the corner of the basement, hiding from the ubiquitous light source.

These gas lamps would float in the air, chasing her like ghosts, so that she could not hide in the same place for a long time, but could only hide everywhere, exhausted.

This caused her to wake up from nightmares almost every night and go downstairs to make sure the gas lights were all turned off before she could continue to sleep.

Why don't you go to the captain and ask about dreams...... He's a "nightmare", so he should have a lot of experience with this, right?

Angel looked in the direction of Dunn Smith's office, which was empty and the door was locked. At noon, the captain and Klein and Frye traveled to the small town of Ramder northwest of Tingen, where a believer in the goddess of the night encountered extraordinary powers and was haunted by resentful spirits, and they went to the scene with a seal that could purify the undead to solve the incident involving extraordinary powers.

Since the town is a three-hour drive from Tingen, they expect to spend the night in the town and come back the next day.

It's really inconvenient to travel only by horse-drawn carriage......

After feeling sorry for Klein, who couldn't go home for the night, Angel continued to look through the newspaper in his hand and managed to find a curly-haired baboon joke on the entertainment section of the Tingen City Honest Newspaper.

This was her agreement with Vaughn, the current head of the Labor Aid Society, that if the Wild Bears agreed to negotiate and divide the territory again at the table, he would publish such a message in the newspapers.

It looks like it's time to get ready to close the net......

Seeing that the target was successfully instigated by her to "perish", Angel could feel that the potion in her body was digested a little.

You may not have to wait for a special report on the mastery of the Assassin's potion to completely digest the "Instigator" potion.

"Knock-"

Just as Angel was imagining her future path to promotion, there was a knock on the door to the lounge.

"Please come in."

Angel replied, putting down the newspaper and tidying up her clothes.

The door opened, and unruly black hair squeezed in through the crack, and Leonard, the "Midnight Poet", scanned the room with green eyes before finally resting on Angel.

"Just you? What about the captain? ”

"He's gone to Lamb Town, and he's taken Klein and Frye with him, and I'm afraid he won't be back until tomorrow."

Leonard pushed the door open completely, still dressed in a trench coat as a cloak, and when he heard Angel's reply, he thought for a moment with a disappointed face, and nodded as if he had made a decision.

"Then you can also, come with me to Park Street in the West End, the police have transferred a case, which is likely to involve supernatural powers."

I can say what I can say, as if I was just a substitute......

After complaining in his heart, Angel obediently got up from the sofa, followed Leonard out of the Black Thorn Security Company, and got into a hired carriage to the West End.

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The horse-drawn carriage is parked at the corner of Park Street, less than 200 meters from the largest street park in the entire West End, and you can see the lush vegetation and children playing in the park as you look at the park along the sunset.

"Let me warn you first, the scene can be a little bloody."

Leonard, who was the first to get out of the carriage, said with a mysterious expression, his eyes skimmed in the direction of the park, and when he followed his line of sight, Angel found a police carriage parked at the entrance of a three-story building, and two policemen were guarding the door, intimidating the passing people with their stiff faces and pistols on their waists.

"You've been here in advance?"

Seeing that he was so sure, Angel asked curiously.

"Of course not, I just received the news, but they would rather stand at the gate than go in, and the scene is certainly not very optimistic."

With a smile on his lips, Leonard commented mercilessly on the behavior of the Tingen police, and only when he approached the two policemen did he regain his serious face, take the inspector's badge out of his pocket, and wear it on his left chest.

"Gentlemen, I'm Inspector Mitchell of Special Operations Unit 7, and this is Granger Probationary Inspector."

Two policemen at the door greeted them as if they had seen a savior.

"Mr. Inspector, thank you for coming to support so quickly, the scene of the murder is inside, we notified you immediately after discovering the abnormality, and did not disturb the scene."

"Very well, you take us in, and the other one continues to guard the door, don't let unrelated people approach."

Leonard skilfully gave the order, and the policeman who had been called to look at the gate stood there with a happy face, while the other led the two night watchmen into the building with a bitter face.

Behind the door is not a living room, but a cloakroom, luxuriously decorated and aesthetically pleasing. The spacious space is equipped with shoe closets, coat racks, and chairs for changing shoes, and a gas lamp on the top to illuminate the room.

But the two didn't have time to admire the furnishings that obviously belonged to the rich and noble.

As soon as she entered the door, Angel's nose was filled with a strong smell of blood, and there was no visible blood in the cloakroom, and there was no exit other than the door they had entered and the door leading to the hall.

The only possibility is ......

The policeman who led the way glanced at the two inspectors before carefully pushing open the double-clad wooden door that led to the hall.

The ten-fold smell of blood came to his face, and the smell of substance made Angel tilt his head back.

Even Leonard, who had learned about the case in advance and was partially mentally prepared, gasped, but his whole face wrinkled together because he inhaled more blood.

The policeman who pushed open the door and faced the scene was even more throat-throbbing, almost nauseous, and he took a few steps back until he reached the door on the other side of the cloakroom.

Behind the double doors is a "murder scene" that looks like a slaughterhouse.

(End of chapter)