hunter rule

Zhao Guangli sat calmly on the chair and looked at the middle-aged gentleman in a tuxedo.

Looking at the respectful expressions of the people around him, the corners of Zhao Guangli's mouth turned up slightly.

The wind chime was ringing.

The door of the shop was pushed open, and a cool breath came from the outside.

Just when Yuna was extremely uneasy, the middle-aged man spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao Guangli."

The man bowed slightly: "My name is Bosen."

"Boson Downton."

Zhao Guangli nodded: "Hello."

It is already obvious that the Downton family has investigated their names.

This in itself is not a strange thing. This trial event was originally conducted within the scope of Black Iron Castle. Even extraordinary forces need certain conveniences brought by these underground families.

It is impossible for a family like Downton not to know what is happening in Black Iron Castle now.

Every professional, especially young professionals, needs to be treated with caution.

"The Downton family has many employees in the North District, and the quality of the members is not very high, which makes Mr. Zhao Guangli laugh."

Bo Sen bowed and looked at the girl hiding behind Zhao Guangli.

"I'm so sorry... dear lady."

Yuna seemed to have never been called ma'am before. Her whole face looked dazed, but she still looked a little cautious.

"Mr. Bosson."

Zhao Guangli took some time to rest and looked at the man in front of him.

"No need to say more polite words."

Zhao Guangli was carrying a black suitcase with bright eyes.

Boson's eyes inadvertently passed over the suitcase of the young man in front of him, and he felt vaguely uneasy.

There might be some unimaginable and terrifying weapon placed in that suitcase.

No one had touched the box just now, but the box actually started to move on its own.

"OK."

Boyson Downton looked respectful.

The power of the Downton family is considered large in Black Iron Castle, but in front of real professionals, there is not much comparison.

The other party is also a professional from Oak Academy. Compared with ordinary professionals, he has an extra level of superior qualities.

"Are you here to track down the 'murderer'?"

Bosen glanced at the girl next to him and asked in a low voice.

"Yes."

Zhao Guangli said: "I need you to provide enough information. I believe that the 'murderous ghost' incident should also give you a headache."

"Ordinary residents and even workers in the machinery factory have been killed, which has affected the normal operation of the machinery park."

Bosen nodded respectfully and snapped his fingers.

From outside the door, a man in black walked in holding a stack of documents.

"Mr. Zhao Guangli, these are the information about the 'murderous ghost' incident."

"Including information about the North District Police Station and the Workers' Gang, it's all here. The information about the 'murderer' in the North District is more comprehensive than here."

Zhao Guangli raised his eyebrows.

Can you even get information from the police station?

However, Zhao Guangli thought about it casually and felt relieved.

Previously, Brown's father was the loyal dog of the Impes family. As a Downton family of the same level, is it not easy to get some information?

It should be said that the police department also hopes that the Downton family can take action to eliminate this hidden danger that undermines stability.

"good."

After Zhao Guangli said this word, Bosen knew that he should leave.

He bowed and walked out of Yuna's shop gracefully.

All the surrounding workers’ gang members also dispersed.

Yuna stared blankly at the scene in front of her.

She felt as if she was dreaming.

The powerful workers' gang, and the one just now...

The middle-aged man in a tuxedo.

That man is from the Downton family and is the agent for receiving property in the North District.

The Downton family is an existence that Yuna can't even imagine.

"They won't come again in the future."

Zhao Guangli said.

Yuna looked into the distance and then at Zhao Guangli.

"gentlemen……"

She tried hard to straighten her little face to prevent the inexplicable tears from flowing out of her eyes.

"If you want to thank me, I'm a little thirsty."

"Is there water?"

Zhao Guangli said.

………………

Murderer.

Male, visually estimated to be between 1.6 and 1.7 meters tall, with a slim build.

He likes to go out on rainy days, and his crimes are unpredictable. He usually hunts in the lanes of residential areas in the North District between evening and midnight.

After killing two police officers, he became more and more rampant and even entered the mechanical park to carry out large-scale killings.

It is said that four days ago, all thirteen mechanical employees in a workshop of a certain machinery factory had their spines broken and died.

Zhao Guangli took a sip of water and fell into deep thought.

No matter how you look at it, these contents are a bit strange.

The machinery factory area in the North District of Black Iron Castle is the lifeblood of the entire Black Iron Castle.

Steam technology and gear devices are very popular and are very important sources of income.

Therefore, the machinery factory area will be guarded by dedicated personnel throughout the day.

Under such circumstances, the murderer was able to sneak in and commit crimes arbitrarily.

second.

Judging from the appearance of the killer.

This is a thin male.

only……

Most of the employees working in the machinery factory are physically strong.

Can an ordinary person really kill thirteen strong machine factory employees without others noticing?

Or by breaking the spine.

Zhao Guangli looked through the glass at the slowly darkening sky.

We must take the initiative.

"The rain has almost stopped."

Zhao Guangli put on his deerstalker hat and looked at the hesitant girl, seemingly debating whether to continue pouring water for himself.

"I am leaving."

"gentlemen!"

Yuna said anxiously: "You want to go..."

"It's nothing." Zhao Guangli smiled.

Yuna looked at Zhao Guangli, and felt an inexplicable warmth in her heart. The man in front of her gave her the feeling of a father.

Very safe.

"You must be... careful."

Yuna also heard what Zhao Guangli and Bo Sen said before. She lowered her head and whispered: "Zhao...Mr. Zhao Guangli."

She felt a little sad for no reason.

On that day, his father also said goodbye to him like this.

Yuna stood on the other side of the glass window, waving hard to Zhao Guangli.

Zhao Guangli opened the door and saw that the kerosene lamp on the side of the street was not too bright. In the evening, the streets of the North District were almost empty.

Perhaps because of the rampant murderous ghosts, the lights in ordinary people's homes are not bright either.

In the only remaining light, Zhao Guangli could see bright lights in the machinery factory area in the distance.

The steam boiler was spitting out steam hard, making the sky on the other side a little moist.

"It's really the worst kind of capitalism."

Zhao Guangli muttered.

Obviously, even in a time when murderers are rampant, work still has to be done.

Carrying the suitcase, Zhao Guangli lowered the brim of his hat at this moment.

The deserted surroundings were in sharp contrast to the sound of his own footsteps.

Now I am more like a firefly shining brightly in the endless darkness.

"The murderer seems to prefer lone travelers."

"He also has a certain habit of torturing his prey."

"At every corner of the lane, you may meet him."