Chapter 223
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The inn fell into silence under the mottled shadows of the trees. A figure leaped over the tree sneakily. The thin blade of the dagger gently opened the window slit and nimbly flipped into the room, closing the window on the way.
The room was pitch black, and only the faint moonlight reflected off the blade. A middle-aged man was lying flat on the bed, and an open suitcase was placed beside the bed. Gilas glanced at him coldly. "A sea merchant. You can only blame your bad luck for checking into this inn."
Five fingers gently pressed against the man's mouth and nose, and the blade pierced through the carotid artery diagonally. The hook-shaped teeth on the blade tore at the throat muscles, making a grinding sound that made one's teeth ache. Blood slowly flowed out and dyed the bedsheets red.
Gilas stared coldly into the man's frightened eyes, feeling the strength of the man's struggle under his hand. After a few breaths and confirming that the man was no longer breathing, he rubbed the dagger on the bedsheets slightly, pushed open the door, and walked to the next room.
The corridor was covered with a gray furry carpet. The lights were dim, and the shadows of the trees on the opposite side of the corridor were like terrifying monsters that were about to devour people. The wind howled.
With tools like iron wire and toothpicks, the door lock was opened almost silently. Gilas left the door ajar and quickly walked out again, going in and out of the rooms as if he was doing a ward round.
The smell of blood on the dagger grew stronger, but his clothes were not splashed with a single drop of blood. His expression did not change much, and he was very calm and professional.
"The last room should belong to the owner of the inn!"
A picture of a family of four flashed through Gilas' mind. A middle-aged couple, an old man with one foot in the grave, and a five or six-year-old child.
He pried open the door lock and bumped into a man with messy hair. His sleepy eyes blinked, and Gilas suddenly pushed forward, the dagger piercing straight into the man's heart.
The body fell to the ground with a thud, and blood sprayed onto the wall and floor. The woman woke up with a start, and before she could scream, the blood-stained dagger had pierced her forehead. Like an iron nail, she was ruthlessly nailed to the wooden bed behind her.
Gilas frowned as he glanced at his blood-stained cuffs. Then, he quickly walked towards the bedroom in the next room. Soon, two sounds of bones being crushed could be heard from the room.
After some thought, Jaras dragged the two corpses out and placed them on the wooden bed outside to pose as if they were taking a group photo. Only then did he unhurriedly take out a sealed letter and place it in the dead man's mouth to ensure that it was eye-catching enough for anyone who came in to discover it immediately.
Gilas then ran to a few houses nearby and quietly opened the windows. He then placed the corpses that were still warm against the window sills. From the outside, it looked as if someone was bending their head to look outside. However, their entire head was leaning stiffly against the outer wall.
Under the cover of the dark night, it was not easy to notice, but the next morning, the passersby on the street would probably be frightened.
After arranging everything, Gilas left through the main entrance.
The next day!
"… The owner and the guests in the hotel were all killed. Not a single one survived. The corpses were hung on the window sills as if they were afraid that they would be discovered too late." As soon as Klaur received the report, he reported the scene to Yarlin. "A group of soldiers patrolling the town happened to pass by the scene in the morning. They immediately sealed off the scene and found this."
Yarlin usually read the newspaper in the morning. He closed the half-read Eastern Sea Times and placed it on the table before taking the letter from Klaur.
With a lacquered red wax seal, the kraft paper of the letter was stained with a few words written in congealed blood: "To Navy Captain." Yarlin raised his eyebrows slightly. He then slit open the envelope with his fingertips. At the same time, he heard Klaur's description of the scene when the letter was found. "It's that guy. He probably sensed that we had set up hidden sentries around the base, so he used this method to deliver the letter. Now, we truly understand the cruelty and cunning of this headquarters intelligence investigator."
Klaur chuckled coldly and added, "But now, we can be certain that Star's character is not a good person. A guy who would use such cruel means to kill innocent people just to deliver a letter. Heh … At least we don't have to doubt the sincerity of the other party's attempt to communicate."
The torn envelope was very thin. Yarlin used his fingers to gently pick out two pieces of paper from inside. One was the bounty list with the red-nosed clown printed on it. The other was the side profile of a man in military uniform. There was a hideous scar running diagonally across his face.
"Buggy the Clown and Fick!" Yarlin's eyes narrowed into slits. The corner of his lips curled up into a cold arc. There were no extra words on the photo, but Yarlin naturally understood the meaning of the other party's message. He glanced at Klaur and sneered. "This is a cunning and vicious snake. I'm looking forward to meeting him officially now."
Klaur stared at the photo on the table. The pupils behind his glasses contracted imperceptibly. He then looked up at Yarlin without saying a word.
After putting the letter away, Arlen stood up and patted Klaus on the shoulder. "You should have guessed it already. That's right, the devil fruit that Fick obtained was extracted from the clown Buggy. The ability of that fruit isn't suitable for you … Heh ~ Let me take you to see another guest." Klaus nodded.
"Another guest?" Klaur followed Yarlin in the direction of the prison.
"Yes, a guest from the revolutionary army. He also brought you a gift." Yarlin kept Klaur in suspense. "I think you'll like it."
In the cold and eerie broodmother's nest, the black cocoon's roots suddenly unraveled and retracted back into the carpet. Mikel turned his head to look into the darkness. Two sets of footsteps entered his ears.
Mikel had been staying in this terrifying nest for a long time without any light or sound. Only Dai Ou stood there motionless like a corpse, staring at him with terrifying eyes. He felt like he was about to go crazy. He couldn't tell how much time had passed. He only felt that every cell in his body was suffering.
There was no torture. The darkness was tightly shut, and he couldn't move. Only his mind could still function. This alone was enough to torture a person to death.
"Someone's here!"
Mikel stared at the figure that walked out of the darkness. His eyes were bloodshot, and his throat moved up and down uncontrollably.
"Have you rested well?" Yarlin looked at Mikel's haggard face and smiled. "Let me introduce you. This is my assistant, Klaur."
Klaur's gaze swept past Dai Ou, who was still standing there like a corpse. Obviously, this guy had been transformed. His gaze then landed on Mikel, and the corner of his mouth suddenly broke into a smile. He could roughly guess what the gift was.
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