Orsay.
Wearing a mask, Fang Xian appeared outside Dr. Miller's clinic.
Looking at the cordon and the patrolling officers, he couldn't help but shake his head. "I'm really late …"
According to the "route," he should still be on the ferry, and he had secretly teleported here.
After all, if he had really come by public transport, he could have waited to collect Lov's body and attend the memorial service.
Even now, he was still too late. After all, there was a process to deliver the letter.
"I hope Lov is still alive …"
Fang Xian clearly remembered that before he recovered his memory, he was tricked by Shayla into going to Stuart's lakeside villa, and Lov shot the heretic to death when he was attacked.
'The contents of the letter are very brief. Basically, he disappeared while investigating the case …'
Fang Xian looked at the sky.
Night quickly fell.
Staying in the cabin for a long time would arouse suspicion, but it wouldn't be a problem at night.
The dark night gave Fang Xian the best cover.
He didn't search the clinic directly, because there must be investigators lurking around.
Fang Xian had an even better method, which was to directly summon an invisible messenger. Not only were the Wind Hounds excellent messengers and deliverymen, but they were also excellent scouts and thieves.
It had already discovered the hidden investigator and was ready to make a move.
The clan of the primordial ruler was chaotic and bloodthirsty in the first place.
It couldn't wait to rush to the person's hiding place, bite open the person's neck, and drink the person's spring of life.
Fortunately, Fang Xian held the dog's leash and firmly stopped its impulse.
"Go to the clinic and bring me an item from the murder scene."
Fang Xian passed the order.
In a flash, the Wind Hound disappeared. A dozen seconds later, a bloodstained scalpel fell from the air and was caught by Fang Xian.
"Good dog!"
He chuckled, clenched the scalpel, and began channeling.
An investigator with enough Spiritual Perception could sense some information through all kinds of items that had been tainted with supernatural powers.
However, Fang Xian believed that no investigator could see as clearly as he did.
His thoughts became chaotic, and his soul seemed to have left his body.
The surrounding darkness became even more threatening, bringing with it a dangerous aura.
In such an atmosphere, Fang Xian was like a drop of ink falling into a pool.
The pitch-black lines quickly outlined a scene.
It was a doctor in a white coat. His mouth was split open all the way to his ears, and his pupils were bloodshot. He was lying on the ground with his head lowered in a pool of blood.
Suddenly, he raised his head, revealing his bloodstained chin. The expression on his face became incomparably terrified. "Don't … Don't come over …"
…
"Did you notice me? That's impossible. '
Fang Xian continued to observe.
He saw a translucent jellyfish in the void. It had octopus-like tentacles and was emitting a dazzling and mysterious purple light, like a brilliant star.
"The Starry Sky Clan!"
At first glance, Fang Xian's name inexplicably appeared in his mind.
Hiss, hiss!
The next moment, the many tentacles of the Starry Sky Clan danced like pythons, emitting hissing sounds.
The scene of the psychic connection was instantly shattered.
Fang Xian came back to his senses and chanted an incantation.
A layer of black fog appeared and enveloped him, turning him into a fitting black robe.
"The Bird with Broken Wings is my name. Devour thy pain to feed my heart."
In the sound of the incantation, a large black bird appeared. Its wings were broken, and its scales were filthy. Its wings were six to seven meters long when spread out, allowing Fang Xian to easily stand on its back.
The Bird with Broken Wings soared in the air. Not long after, Fang Xian saw the dense forest and the cave.
"The other party had stayed here before, but not for long …"
Following his inspiration, Fang Xian patted the Bird with Broken Wings.
It flapped its wings, hid in the clouds, and moved quickly.
The Bird with Broken Wings was extremely fast. In less than half an hour, Fang Xian arrived at the place where his inspiration was tracking.
"This is … Marcello City?"
Fang Xian looked at the landmarks and thought for a moment. "It's very far from Orsay … If the investigators over there want to find this place, they would need not only a psychic master, but also a plane."
He removed the spell, looked at the road sign, and walked into a small town on the outskirts of the city.
Horn Town.
That was the name of this place.
It was still night, and it was not even midnight.
The only bar in the town was still open, and the noise of drunkards could be heard.
"Something feels wrong …"
Fang Xian looked at the night sky here. If it was an ordinary person or an investigator, they probably wouldn't feel anything.
But in his eyes, the night sky here and the light of the stars had a hint of demonic purple.
He thought for a moment and walked into the town.
"Get lost, you dirty beggar!"
At the entrance of the bar, a guy who looked like a homeless man was thrown out.
A bearded fat man with tattoos on his arm spat on him. "You're not welcome here, homeless!"
Fang Xian looked at the homeless man.
He was about forty years old, with stubble on his face, tattered clothes, and a rancid smell on his body. His eyes were filled with confusion.
"Mister … are you okay?"
Fang Xian asked.
"I … don't know …"
The homeless man looked confused, but Fang Xian could see that although he was unkempt, his skin under the dirt was well maintained, and there were no calluses on his hands. He didn't look like a homeless man, but more like an entrepreneur who had just gone bankrupt.
"There's actually such a bankrupt in a small town? Why does it feel so strange? "
Fang Xian was about to walk away, but his spiritual perception was suddenly triggered, and he asked again, "What's your name? Where's your home? "
At this moment, the homeless man slowly stood up. His eyes rolled, and a trace of pain appeared on his face. He said blankly, "I … forgot …"
If someone else had said this, Fang Xian would have thrown a punch.
He even forgot his own name. Did he lose his memory after being hit by a car?
But now, he chose to believe it!
He truly felt the pain in the homeless man's heart.
"It's okay … I'll treat you to a good meal."
He smiled and led the homeless man into the bar.
"Mister … do you want to bring him into our bar?"
The burly man who had blocked the way earlier appeared again.
"Yes, I'll pay for him. Do you know anything about him?"
To be able to trigger his spiritual perception meant that there was a clue.
Hearing that, the fat man who looked like a bodyguard was startled and he scratched his head. "I don't know … he suddenly appeared in the town a week ago. No one knew him, but he insisted on not leaving. It seemed that he lost something … at first, we helped him, but mister, everyone's kindness is limited."
"I understand."
Fang Xian smiled and gave him a few notes. "Give me two glasses of beer and one of the best food in your bar."
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