Chapter 212: Hunting the Killer (3800 Added)

The moon hung high.

Jielinna, carrying a body full of exhaustion, hurried home from the factory.

The street lamps were dim; after walking through a few streets, the flow of people became even sparser, until it was almost completely empty...

Thinking of the serial murders reported in the newspapers, Jielinna could not help but wrap her worn-out clothes tighter around herself, hoping to rely on them to dispel the slight chill.

——For middle-class families, they knew the streets at night were dangerous and could restrict their wives and daughters; as for the upper class, they could even hire bodyguards and detectives for their children to accompany and protect them.

But for the majority of commoners, they had to worry about the next day's food if they didn't work for a single day; compared to a family freezing or starving to death, considering other dangers was too much of a luxury.

What's more... there were tens of thousands of night-shift workers in the entire Green Forest, and perhaps bad luck would not descend upon them!

"Mom..."

Aaron hurried along.

She had soft, beautiful features and a tall figure, making her quite a beauty.

"The killer's location!"

Back then, even the Anti-Divination Ritual set up by Luo Bo had been divined to a rough range by Aaron; he did not believe that killer was comparable to a Non-human Existence!

"Besides, at this moment, even if I encounter a Non-human combatant, or even a 'Feast Attendant', it is not impossible to have a go at them."

Clark Das had once obtained a powerful physique and recovery ability from an Extraordinary Ghoul.

"If I can't find them tonight, then I won't look anymore."

"Even though I don't need to accumulate the Spirituality of 'Red', constantly using the Ghoul's ability still bewitches me into falling in the dark without me knowing... If it were just one ability, perhaps my sanity could still restrain it, but..."

And a tall figure was crouching over her abdomen, greedily gnawing on her internal organs.

His eyes were scarlet, but when he saw Aaron, they actually became somewhat dazed, and he muttered, making a sound: "... Is... it you?"

"Not this one..."

Opposite him, Clark could not help but fall into silence.

Aaron immediately changed direction; after running for a distance, he exerted force in his legs and leaped up violently.

Aaron silently opened his revolver, ejected the 'Evil Spirit Possession' bullet, looked at Clark, who was slowly standing up but still appeared incomparably tall, and asked: "The sequelae of the last 'History Retrospection'?"

"Hmm... let's go take a look."

He scanned the surroundings, opened the sewer, and jumped in.

This time, his inspiration suddenly stirred, and he looked in a direction outside the Investigation Bureau.

In reality, if she were to become a streetwalker or even a disreputable mistress for someone, it wouldn't be this hard.

Jielinna's footsteps quickened; before her eyes, she seemed to be able to see that dilapidated house and the warm light inside...

Without realizing it, Jielinna had already turned into another darker and more secluded alley, yet she remained completely unaware, as if... she had been subjected to an illusion or had been under some kind of mental manipulation!

Heh heh!

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he heard a woman's muffled scream.

A tall figure was crouching beside her, sticking out a scarlet tongue and licking her cheek.

The clues in the alley had already been taken away by the police, and only the traces of black blood remaining on the floor tiles persisted.

When she finally came to her senses, she was shocked to find that she had already reached the end of an alley, where she could see the brick-built wall and the foul-smelling sewer beside it.

Aaron suspected that it might be related to this.

Clark said in a daze: "I previously had a piece of Secret History ability on me, which was the Druid's Beast Language... and 'Druid' also contains the Element of 'Red'. With the two influences superimposed, by the time I discovered it, I was already deep in it. I... I have always had self-control; I would buy placentas from hospitals to satisfy my craving for flesh and blood; I did not harm others..."

He covered his face with both hands, making a crying sound: "Any supernatural power requires paying a 'price'... The Spirituality and price required for 'History Retrospection' are paid by the historical imprints in the Secret History... This is correct, but I was too careless."

"I understand... that craving for blood and flesh." Aaron, who had used the power of 'Red', sighed: "When you taste blood and flesh, you gain a moment of satisfaction... but after the satisfaction, there is only emptiness... Emptiness will force you to seek more, fresher blood and flesh to fill it... At first it was placentas, later it was corpses, and then later, you actively hunted delicious 'prey'?"

Bang!

After advancing to a 'Maker', his physique had gained an Extraordinary-level increase; at this moment, with one punch, the metal manhole cover flew out as if struck by a cannonball.

Aaron leaped out from it, a spinning revolver appearing in his right hand, aiming at the target!

There was a crystalline glimmer in the corner of Jielinna's eye.

Aaron took off the mask of the 'Rapier' and sighed.

"Almost there, I'll be home soon."

"Not this one either..."

Clark answered stutteringly, seemingly wanting to fumble for a pipe on his person, but failing to find one: "No... it's not... it's me! It's me who fell into darkness!"

"I also didn't expect to meet under these circumstances... Mr. Clark Das!"

"Ye... yes."

"I hope Mom made vegetable soup tonight... it would be even better if she could add a piece or two of salted meat..."

"It seems these crime scenes were all committed by those guys Percy caught... and according to him, there is still an Extraordinary killer who possesses extremely powerful anti-reconnaissance skills and the ability to resist divination..."

He finally made a decision and came to another crime scene.

In the dim street, the corpse of a female worker lay on the ground in a pool of blood, her eyes gradually turning gray.

"This one is very suspicious... My divination was slightly obstructed; unfortunately, there was only a little bit of resistance..."

It was as if... someone had deliberately covered her mouth.

But Jielinna was a good girl who kept herself clean and had always diligently earned money with her own hands and sweat.

Jielinna comforted herself while gripping the salary in her pocket; this was the source of food for her family tomorrow.

On the street, Aaron, under the camouflage of a chameleon, walked out from a corner, looking at the direction indicated by the pendulum, his expression strange: "Divining the killer's location, this direction... is it inside the Investigation Bureau's prison?"

In mid-air, he clenched his right hand into a fist and swung it violently at a sewer manhole cover.

Aaron took out the pendulum and divined again.

Even though the other party was wearing a mask, he was far too familiar with Clark and recognized him immediately through his ability to analyze Spirituality upon meeting.

At this moment, seemingly having discovered the unexpected intruder, it raised its head, revealing a Silver Mask that covered half of its face, while the beard on its chin was covered in blood foam and filthy stains...

"Sorry... I should have discovered this sooner."

He felt a slight sense of guilt in his heart: 'With Clark's cautious personality, his previous adventure to the ruins, while it could be called the obsession of a historian... was also the result of a drastic change in temperament, yet I overlooked this point!'

(End of this chapter)