Learn one small skill every day

The powerful strike from the other side sent Bai Miao flying a meter or two away.

"Roar!"

The hunter, who had just finished his hunt, was uttering not a human language, but a beastly roar.

After roaring, he once again raised his sword and slashed at Bai Miao.

Bai Miao immediately conducted a psychoanalysis on him and found that the hunter's mental body had a large number of pustules compared to his original beast-like appearance.

Did he also develop mental health issues due to hunting?

Bai Miao recalled Dr. Lecter's teachings and urged his spiritual body to slash at the pustules with his sword.

While constantly engaging in intense battles with the hunters, Bai Miao also had to use his spiritual body to remove the hunters' mental corruption. With his mind divided between two tasks, Bai Miao quickly found himself at a disadvantage.

"My hands are numb from all the chopping..."

The opponent's strength seemed to exceed 40 points. If Bai Miao hadn't been more agile, he probably wouldn't have been able to contend with him.

No... I still can't perform mental surgery while engaged in high-intensity combat.

Bai Miao quickly realized his current skill level.

Moreover, the hunter's spirit was not without resistance; it also attacked with its claws.

Therefore, Bai Miao simply changed his strategic objectives.

After the spirit blocked the claws with its sword, it punched the opponent on the head. With the help of the bone gauntlets, the punch made the spirit stagger.

With his spirit injured, the hunter's body was also in pain. As his body briefly stiffened, Bai Miao seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the abdomen.

Even after pinning the hunter to the ground, rendering him too weak to lift his knife, he still retained a degree of vitality.

However, he was very weak at the moment, and Bai Miao easily removed the pustules that had grown out.

"Are you still breathing? Answer me two questions. Are you aware of the changes in your body just now?"

Bai Miao saw that the hunter's eyes were gradually regaining some rationality, and asked him before he completely breathed his last.

"Did I... lose my mind again...?"

"Yes, this happens to you often?"

"Aren't you a hunter yourself... how could you not know?"

The hunter coughed up blood, unable to understand why someone would be so kind as to save him from his madness.

Moreover, despite being dressed as a hunter, he acted as if he knew nothing.

Of course, the most crucial thing is that he knows he won't live much longer with his injuries.

It's likely that he acted out of madness and attacked others, which led to this outcome.

"I'm a complete newbie, I really don't know."

"Pooh……"

The hunter lying on the ground felt contempt. How could a complete novice pin himself to the ground in a frenzy and remain unharmed?

Experienced hunters know to avoid each other at night, for fear that the other might suddenly go berserk.

At the same skill level, a hunter in berserk mode is significantly stronger than before. Can a newbie handle that?

"You're about to die, why would I need to tease you? I originally wanted to save you, but I really don't have the ability to fight you and treat your mental illness at the same time. I'm sorry."

"You...you're a psychiatrist? And you're all alone?"

Bai Miao nodded: "Tonight, I went out under the guidance of my hunting instinct. I originally wanted to follow you to see what hunters do at night, but you attacked me after you spotted me."

Seemingly sensing Bai Miao's sincerity, the hunter paused for a moment before saying, "Our hunters' consciousness switches back and forth between Abyss Street and Yar City. We're either hunting or on our way to hunt, with very little free time. Death isn't our end either. If we die in Abyss Street, we'll wake up in Yar City; if we die in Yar City, we'll wake up in Abyss Street... Every hunt is driven by instinct to choose our prey, and there's a small chance we'll temporarily lose consciousness during the hunt..."

He coughed up blood and continued, "The probability will increase with the number of hunts, unless you receive treatment."

Bai Miao frowned: "But I remember that the hunters in Yar City would disappear in the morning, and the same was true in Abyss Street. The hunters would come with the black mist and leave with the black mist."

"Time... has no meaning in this city."

"Hunters are like immune cells, clearing out cancer cells in the city of Yar... I've never seen you before, neither as a hunter nor a psychiatrist... Ha, you'll probably soon have your own hunter."

"Alright, that's all I have to say. See you in Abyss Street."

With that, the hunter raised his gun and shot himself in the head, quickly ending his life.

What happened next surprised Bai Miao.

The hunter's body slowly merged into the bluestone pavement, leaving not a trace of blood.

Recalling what the hunter had said, a chilling thought popped into Bai Miao's mind.

Is the city of Yar a living thing?

Bai Miao felt an unprecedented sense of fear gripping his heart.

Strangely, Bai Miao's hunting instincts, which had been stirring before he left home, vanished at this moment.

I went out tonight... just to deal with this crazed hunter?

Bai Miao was certain that his choice of which hunter to follow and which direction to take were based on his own ideas.

But what if there are other unseen forces interfering or intervening in this process?

This place is really eerie.

Bai Miao returned home with a head full of confusion, changed into clean clothes, and lay down on the bed.

Before Bai Miao could lie down for long, the morning bell rang.

Here we go again, this damn time distortion!

After washing up, Bai Miao headed to Katie's violin shop.

It was early morning, and there were no carriages yet, so Bai Miao chose to walk.

Katie's violin shop isn't too far from Vic Street, only two blocks away.

Bai Miao arrived at Katie's shop in less than ten minutes.

Katie had taken great care of the store's exterior, displaying beautiful flower wreaths to welcome the new store's opening, and the violins displayed in the window were polished to a shine.

In the center of the shop, there was a large platform covered with a white cloth, which, judging by its size, appeared to be a cello.

"Miss Katie? Are you inside?"

Bai Miao shouted towards the store.

But there was no response.

Are you still in bed?

Given Katie's personality, she should have gotten up early to prepare for the opening on such an important day.

"Miss Katie?"

Bai Miao called out a few more times, an ominous premonition rising in his heart.

As the sun slowly rose, the morning light shone through the shop window onto the display stand covered with a white cloth. Through the sunlight, Bai Miao could vaguely see what appeared to be... a person inside.

He opened the door, and Bai Miao shakily reached out and ripped off the white cloth.

"This……"

Bai Miao felt his hands and feet turn cold. What was on the display stand was not a cello at all, but clearly Katie's corpse.

However, in order to disguise it as a cello, the murderer inserted the headstock of a cello into Katie's mouth and used a wooden board to support the white cloth, making it look like a cello from the outside.

The sunlight shone on Katie's body like a spotlight on a stage.

Not a single drop of Katie's blood was left behind, and no messages left in blood could be found at the scene.

Bai Miao's breathing quickened; at that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

Find the murderer, and then kill him.

The murderer seemed to know his own plan.

The last time Favre's news was obtained by him on the spur of the moment by exchanging a large sum of money from the entire city.

But this time, Katie's blood, the most crucial research data, was only found in her!

It must be someone you know, someone who knows what you're doing!

But soon, a series of camera shutter sounds came from behind.

Bai Miao turned around and saw a group of reporters gathered outside the display window, taking pictures of the "exhibits" on the stand.

Bai Miao was naturally also captured in the photos.

As Bai Miao walked out of the shop with a dark expression, the fearless reporters asked, "Dr. Moriarty... was this your masterpiece from last night's hunt? As a hunter, what are your reasons for choosing your prey? Can you reveal a little?"

"How did you get here so quickly? Who gave you advance notice?"

Just as the sun was rising, I happened to be lifting the white cloth, and a reporter happened to be there taking pictures.

All of this is too coincidental; it can only be a deliberate arrangement.

“We’ll promote these newly opened musical instrument shops… There aren’t many people in Yar City who have the money to open one, and we know that Miss Katie is a descendant of Dr. Mori, which makes our story more appealing. But… Dr. Moriarty, perhaps you should leave sooner rather than later.”

They felt no fear in the face of Bai Miao at this moment; to them, Bai Miao was simply a hunter who had completed his hunt.

No one even blamed Bai Miao for his explanation; they just wanted to ask about some information regarding the hunters.

"Oh, I see."

Bai Miao knew he had been tricked into this situation.

I had some alibi for what happened with Kent and Kathryn.

But this time I was photographed at the scene.

If I say I'm not the murderer, who would believe me?

Tell them you are Katie's sponsor?

That would inevitably involve his research on Dr. Morrie's blood.

Compared to the series of troubles that followed, Bai Miao chose to remain silent.

Yes, in other people's eyes, he will always be the hunter.