"Was it the one who used the wandering souls to spy on 1st Black Street?
Or was it someone who had been waiting here all along, waiting to fish in troubled waters? "
The thought made Kieran rush into the building even faster. (<
He did not make a sound. After checking the scratches on the door lock, he pulled out his gun and followed Kieran into the two-and-a-half-story building.
He knew that guns might not be effective against mystics, but it was still better than fighting barehanded.
Still, it was better than fighting barehanded, right?
However, as soon as he entered the corridor, he saw Kieran squatting down in front of a body, checking it.
"I'm too late!
There's no one left alive here! "
Kieran stood up and walked over to the other body.
There were three bodies in the building, and all of them had been stabbed in the neck.
It had not been a sneak attack, but a frontal attack.
Thanks to his [Tracking], Kieran could clearly see the footprints of the assailant in the corridor and make an accurate judgment.
"The assailant pried open the door and disarmed the magic trap at the door. Then, he dashed in at lightning speed and killed the three guards with a single stab before they could react.
The assailant's speed and the speed at which he drew his sword were very fast.
He was so fast that the two gunmen didn't even have time to draw their guns! "
Kieran frowned as he thought about the second dead body, who had held onto his gun tightly but hadn't had the chance to draw it.
Kieran knew that he would not be able to do that.
At least not with [Arrogant Word].
Unless the assailants were very close to each other.
However, the three bodies were not close to each other. Two of them were in the hall and corridor downstairs, and the last one was at the second floor staircase.
Looking at the footprints on the sand, Kieran's mind immediately came up with the scene where the attacker had killed the guards on the first floor and leaped towards the third guard on the second floor. Before the guard could react, the attacker had slit his throat with a single slash.
It was a clean and efficient kill, leaving no survivors.
It gave Kieran a very professional feeling.
"What a fast knife!"
Schmidt's expression changed drastically as he quickly checked the equipment.
In fact, Schmidt had a better understanding of how terrifying the knife-wielding man was than Kieran.
Because he had brought himself into the midst of being attacked.
No matter which one it was, he seemed to be unable to pull out his gun smoothly.
Moreover, he recognized the two gunmen whose throats had been slit.
They were all famous fellows.
"These two guys are famous gunmen on the West Coast, known for their speed. They disappeared without a trace about half a year ago! I thought we were ambushed by someone! I never expected them to join the Cursed Society! "
Schmidt pointed at the bodies of the two gunmen.
"What about this guy?"
Kieran pointed at the body on the second floor.
"I don't know!"
"I have not seen him before. He should be a new member of the Cursed Society!"
Schmidt sized up the corpse for a long time before he shook his head.
"Is that so?"
Kieran muttered to himself.
The man was dressed in casual clothes and walked out from the second floor. There were two guards on the first floor. No matter how he looked at it, their identities should be more important than the two so-called famous gunmen that Schmidt had mentioned.
However, Schmidt had not seen the man before.
There were no signs of training on the man's body either.
His palms and the back of his hands were very smooth.
"Could he be a spellcaster?"
Kieran guessed as he waved at Schmidt.
"Follow me!
Help me investigate this guy. I have a feeling that he's hiding something! "
Kieran reminded Schmidt as he walked towards the end of the second floor. There was a decorative vase with flowers on it, and the setting sun was shining on it.
The white vase had an orange-red hue to it, which was very similar to the paint on the decorative vase.
However, through his [Tracking], the most eye-catching thing was the print of a glove on the vase and the footprints of the assailant in front of the decorative vase.
After a quick check, Kieran placed his hand on the vase and exerted a little force.
Kak!
As the vase was turned, a clear spring sound was heard, and a door appeared on the wall.
The door was pushed open, revealing a passage that led downwards.
Kieran led the way down.
After about 30 steps, a secret room with a door opened up before Kieran.
Kieran sized up the secret room behind the door and signaled to Schmidt that it was safe.
"When did the Cursed Society build a secret room like this?"
Schmidt looked around curiously as he walked down the stairs.
Judging from his puzzled tone, Kieran was sure that 100 Ciaran Street did not have a secret room like this before. He was very familiar with the place as well.
"We always do our best to investigate any mystical organization that comes into our sights, and the Cursed Society is no exception. When they bought number 100 of Ciaran Street, the building plan for this place had already appeared on my desk! "
Schmidt took the initiative to explain before Kieran could ask.
"I can see that you guys are not thorough in your investigation!"
Schmidt smiled bitterly at Kieran's comment.
Kieran glanced over the dozens of books and many potion, alchemy, and spellcasting materials in the secret room before his eyes landed on a table.
Judging from the position of the table and the three chairs around it, it should have been a meeting table.
Kieran's [Tracking] allowed him to see the footprints left behind by the assailant. After entering the secret room, the assailant had headed straight for the table.
Obviously, there should be something on this table.
Unfortunately, the item on the table was nowhere to be seen.
Still, it left some information for Kieran.
"The assailant is much more familiar with this place than I thought!
His goal is clear as well!
Someone familiar with the Cursed Society? "
As he thought about it, Schmidt asked, "Among the members of the Cursed Society who are on good terms or bad terms with them, is there anyone who is 1.8 meters tall, has a strong body, and is good with knives?"
"Nope!
As a matter of fact, there isn't anyone like that on the West Coast. I've included professional killers, gangsters, etc.
Of course, it could also be that our investigation is not thorough enough! "
Schmidt said confidently.
However, when he thought about the secret room he was in, he added in a self-deprecating manner.
Kieran did not answer. He circled the table and looked around.
He hoped that he could find something useful.
Unfortunately, the assailant was more cautious than he had expected. He did not leave anything valuable behind.
Schmidt did not find anything either.
"I think we should call my colleagues."
Although I'm in charge of this place, some reports are still necessary.
Besides, if there were more people, it would be easier for us to search the whole house. Who knows, we might find something! "
Schmidt said.
"Wait!"
Kieran, however, stopped her.
He had found something.
PS: Third update!
Dispirited, this lousy player. Although he tried his best to write, it was still past midnight …
How helpless!
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