He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts

You actually opened a trading house under the watchful eyes of the night police? Even if you are proficient in arcane philosophy, this move is too risky..."

Duan Feizhuo thought sadly, where is he proficient in mystical philosophy? He wasn't "taking risks" at all, but "joking with his own life".

"I know. But I have to," he said.

"Please be careful, master of the trading house." Yeats looked serious, "You are an indispensable figure in the mysterious society, it would be a pity if you were lost in the hands of the night police."

Duan Feizhuo opened the customer channel and bid farewell to Yeats and Al. Then, he touched the golden clock and returned to the real world.

He showed up in the hotel bathroom. After stuffing the magic circle talisman paper back into his pocket, he pushed the door and walked out.

However, when he returned to the hotel lobby, he was horrified to see Z standing in front of the counter, talking to the clerk with a serious face. He was wearing the night vigilante's black overcoat, and his long, wet, silver-white hair was tied back in a bunch.

Hearing Duan Feizhuo's footsteps, Z turned to him with a shocked expression.

"Where did you... come from?" Z asked in disbelief.

Duan Feizhuo smiled guiltyly, "I just went to the toilet. What's wrong?"

Z frowned suspiciously, "I found you weren't here, and I've been looking for you for a long time. I've also been to the toilet. I clearly heard that there was no one in there. I thought you had gone out."

"Uh...you must have missed it." Duan Feizhuo's heart was beating wildly.

"...Really?" Z was noncommittal. But Duan Feizhuo could see that he was a little shaken.

Compared to suspecting that Duan Feizhuo used secret techniques to hide his whereabouts, Z suspected that there was a problem with his five senses. It would be difficult for anyone to think in the first direction.

"Maybe you are too tired. You have been traveling all day, so your hearing has become dull." Duan Feizhuo tried to fool him, "Go and rest. If you are tired, I can't solve the case alone."

Z wanted to say something more, but Duan Feizhuo jumped in front of him, pushed his back with both hands, and pushed him up the stairs.

"We have to investigate the case tomorrow, don't we?" Duan Feizhuo forced him into the room and locked the door behind his back, "We will monitor the Stone Clinic tomorrow morning, and we will definitely find out. According to the five cases When it happened, the murderer committed the crime every few days, at most one week apart. The last time he committed the crime was on May 5th, and today is the 10th, so he will strike again soon."

Duan Feizhuo jumped onto the bed, covered his head with the quilt, "I'm asleep, good night!"

Z hesitated to speak, and wanted to dig Duan Feizhuo out of the quilt several times to continue interrogating him, but finally gave up on getting to the bottom of it.

"Good night." His words were accompanied by a sigh.