A Scientific Urban Detective.

Chapter 790 The Legendary Assassin

“…Only you are capable of this role—the legendary sixth one,” the man said with a smile.

"I'm not..." Ellie quickly denied.

“And another thing,” the man said noncommittally, “you haven’t contacted me for three days, and today you’ve completely disappeared! You should know that what you’re seeing now is actually the result of three accumulated cases.”

“Because…because my phone broke,” Ellie explained.

"Did it just break today?"

"..." After a moment of silence, Ellie said, "I didn't have time the other day because I was going out with my classmates..."

Her "part-time job" was ultimately something that couldn't be known to anyone, so Ellie couldn't even answer the phone when other people were around.

"Damn it! Just because of this?" Upon hearing this reason, the man couldn't help but curse. "Those brats just see you as a wallet, don't they? Even if you don't want to kill them, you should at least stay away from them!"

“I can’t do it.” Ellie’s expression grew even more grim. “I’m already entangled with them. If I resist them, my situation will only become more difficult…”

"Okay, okay..." The man had no choice but to surrender. "I just can't understand your thought process. Just don't let it interfere with your work."

This wasn't the first time similar topics had been brought up, but each time Ellie would refuse to change the status quo with reasons he couldn't understand. Eventually, the man gave up trying to persuade her.

The man walked towards the door: "I know the mission details. If there's nothing else, I'll head back. Remember to contact me if you need any support."

"……Oh."

Hearing the response from the bathroom, the man shrugged: "Good luck."

……

“My informant is dead,” Theristina said casually, as if she were merely commenting on the flavor of the coffee in front of her.

"Huh?" Lin Wuming was momentarily stunned, or rather, he didn't know how to react.

Ask why? Express regret? Or perhaps show anger?
"Well, he's called an informant, but he's really just an information broker who gets paid to do things," Theristina said, shaking a candy box that made a clattering sound. "We were supposed to meet this morning, but he never showed up. When I went to look for him, I found him dead in his own stairwell."

"So... you suddenly called me out just to say this?" Lin Wuming asked.

"While the death is indeed a tragedy, but..." Lin Wuming asked疑惑地, "What does this have to do with me?"

“He’s an intelligence broker,” Theristina explained. “I hired him to investigate that old man—you should understand what I mean now, right?”

Lin Wuming suddenly realized that the intelligence broker who was investigating Kihara Gensei had suddenly died, which explained why Theristina had contacted him specifically.

What was the cause of death?

“Scared to death,” Theristina said.

"what?"

"The autopsy results showed sudden death due to arrhythmia, suspected to be a heart attack, but the person had no history of heart disease," Theristina explained. "Moreover, his expression was horrified, as if he had experienced something extremely terrifying in his last moments before death. So I judged that he was scared to death."

"This..." Lin Wuming's expression became even more subtle.

“Without a doubt, it was the old man who made the move,” Theristina said. “This is his counterattack and warning.” Although she appeared calm and composed, completely unmoved, Theristina was actually tense.

Theristina poured a bright yellow candy from the candy box, stared at it for a while, and then popped it into her mouth.

The claim that "Kihara Gensei launched a counterattack" was actually just her speculation.

But it was precisely because of this possibility that Theristina felt uneasy, which is why she rushed to inform Lin Wuming immediately.

……

Ellie returned to her apartment. Thanks to the renovation company's efforts, the hallway, which had been a mess yesterday, was now brand new, and the lock on her door had also been replaced.

It was so pleasing to the eye that Ellie felt a little better.

Not long after she got home, her agent—the same man who had come to help her with chores the day before—called.

"I saw the news report. You're incredibly efficient, as expected," the agent said. "By the way, what did you show him?"

“It’s nothing,” Ellie shook her head. “That man is afraid of heights, that’s all.”

"I see." The agent seemed to be asking casually; he knew the girl's abilities, so he didn't delve deeper. "The next target will be out at 3 PM this afternoon, in the Third School District..."

“The next target…” Ellie frowned. “It’s such a horrible feeling. Even if they really are bad people, they haven’t hurt me, yet I have to kill them; but those who actually hurt me…”

The agent asked, "What, you've finally come to your senses and want revenge? I told you long ago... I'll take care of the aftermath, you just go ahead and do it."

The agent had no problem with Ellie using her professional skills to resolve personal grievances, and was even more willing to help her clean up the mess.

To be fair, within the industry, Ellie is one of the types of people who are relatively easy to handle after a scandal.

"No." As always, Ellie refused. "I told you, I can't lay a hand on my classmates. If I do, they'll find out, and then I won't be able to go to school anymore."

"Still won't give up going to school?" The manager was speechless. "You've already suffered such severe bullying at school..."

Ellie said, "Things will get better after I graduate and go to high school! As long as I'm separated from them."

To achieve this goal, the first thing to ensure is that students do not drop out or withdraw from school and must persevere until graduation.

Ellie said to her phone with a serious expression, "Don't forget our agreement. I will definitely quit when the time comes. You can't keep bothering me and giving me tasks."

"Okay, okay..." The agent's tone was perfunctory. "As long as you can really get back on track and live a normal student life, I certainly won't bother you anymore... To be honest, I don't want to make money off a little girl."

"It's settled then, no take-backs." Ellie smiled contentedly and then hung up the phone.

Ellie, of course, understood the agent's unspoken message—he seemed convinced that she could never return to a normal life.

But Ellie had already made up her mind—it's all or nothing; if she can't become a normal high school student again, then she'll die!
But then, the phone rang again.

Upon seeing the caller ID number, Ellie's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a pained expression.

—It is "them".

(End of this chapter)