It doesn't matter if your souls are scattered, as long as you die.

Early spring mornings are still quite cold. Housewives wear thick clothes when they go out to buy groceries, and some even wear scarves.

Factory Director Wang's wife walked along the road with a basket on her shoulder, exhaling a puff of white breath and rubbing her hands together as she headed towards the supply and marketing cooperative, facing the morning dew.

She was thinking of buying some meat to make dumplings today, so she walked very fast, afraid that if she went too late she wouldn't be able to buy good meat.

Moisture in the air enters the nostrils and condenses into water droplets, but this does not impair a person's sense of smell.

As she walked, she smelled a strong metallic rust, and her pace slowed unconsciously, her brows furrowing.

When we arrived at the door of a house with its gate open, the smell of rust became even stronger.

It was still dark outside. Looking into the pitch-black living room from the courtyard gate, her breathing became rapid and her face turned pale.

She took a deep breath and walked into the yard. As she got closer, she could vaguely see what was lying on the living room floor.

Her legs suddenly went weak, and she couldn't help but scream as she almost tumbled and crawled out of the yard.

……

"Have you heard? That serial bone-crushing killer has come to our H City."

"Yeah, I heard about it, it's terrifying."

"Why do you think the killer went to such lengths to commit murder?"

"Why else? Of course, it's to vent my anger."

"She must have a lot of enemies. From D City to H City, that's quite a distance."

"Now that you mention it, I'm also quite confused."

"Hehe, I know why, do you want to know?" A sleazy-looking man sidled up to the crowd.

"Tell me about it!"

The man grinned slyly, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together. "Just a little something, and I'll tell you why."

"Tch, Sandunzi, you're probably just here to scam money, aren't you? Don't believe him, he's just a good-for-nothing loafer."

The man glanced at the person who spoke, rolled his eyes, and said, "We're all neighbors. My home is right here. Do you think I'd move my whole house just to scam a few cents from everyone?"

Everyone agreed, and when they heard that it only cost a few cents, they figured that with so many of them, each person could just give a few cents, and even if they were scammed, it wouldn't be a big loss.

"Okay, we'll scrape together three cents for you, but you have to guarantee the information is true."

The others nodded in agreement, and then took out their money.

After the three cents were handed to Sandunzi, Sandunzi mysteriously beckoned, and a group of heads huddled together.

A minute later, everyone suddenly realized, "Oh, that's how it is."

Then they wouldn't have to worry about the assassin targeting them.

"San Dunzi, is your news true?"

San Dunzi smiled smugly, "Of course, I heard it from two policemen."

If it's what the police say, then it's more credible.

Another round of discussion began.

"Aren't Director Chen's parents both native to H City? How did Director Chen get involved with that Jiazigou thing?"

Everyone looked at each other, completely baffled.

All eyes turned to San Dunzi, who immediately understood. "Don't worry, everyone, I, San Dunzi, guarantee to satisfy your curiosity. I'll go find out right now."

"However... gathering information is quite dangerous, you guys..."

An old man chuckled and waved his hand, "Go and find out the truth. You'll be well rewarded if you get the information."

"Alright, I'm relieved to hear that, sir. I'll go find out right away."

……

The area around the villas is under martial law, and every household is being questioned.

By noon, the bodies of the two deceased had not been collected or examined.

This is because the H City Public Security Bureau reported the case to the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs immediately.

The comrades from the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs instructed that no one was to touch any part of the room, including the corpse.

The H City Public Security Bureau cooperated with the lockdown, and apart from sending several people who were still unconscious to the hospital, they did not touch anything else.

The people from the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs arrived at 1:30 PM.

The newcomer, codenamed Black Hawk, was 1.9 meters tall, with distinctive arched eyebrows, wearing a black overcoat, and walking with a powerful stride.

He showed his identification to the police officers who had cordoned off the area. After the officers confirmed it, they opened the cordon and let him in.

Black Hawk walked to the front door, but instead of going in directly, he squatted down, placed one hand on the floor of the front door, and closed his eyes.

The police officers following behind him looked at each other, puzzled as to what he was doing.

About three minutes later, he stood up with a smile on his face.

I saw it; it was a child's feet, a girl's feet.

After entering the house, the body was right in front of him, but he still didn't go directly to it. Instead, he squatted on the ground, placed one palm on the ground, and slowly walked forward.

When he reached the two corpses, his smile grew even wider.

I saw it, the blood-stained iron hammer.

His smile vanished instantly when he looked down at the intact tiled floor.

A hammer that heavy enough to shatter bone must have exerted considerable force; there's no reason why these fragile tiles should remain intact.

Could it be that this dwarf assassin also possesses special abilities like them?

If so, that would be a pity.

Otherwise, they could be absorbed into the bureau.

Arriving at one of the corpses, he ignored its gruesome state and covered its contorted, terrified, unseeing eyes with his hand.

With his eyes closed, his expression shifted from frowning to puzzlement. After about ten minutes, he opened his eyes and removed his palm.

He then walked over to another corpse and covered its wide-open, terrified eyes with his palm.

Ten minutes later, he moved his palm along the ground all the way upstairs.

Half an hour later, he stood up and said to the police, "Have you collected the body yet?"

He then strode out of the small villa, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he strolled slowly along the deserted road.

He squatted down again at a corner, his palms on the ground, and withdrew his hands in less than a minute.

And there it was again, a pair of children's feet.

The shoes I saw were different on the two occasions. The pair I saw at the entrance of the small building was a pair of platform shoes that I had never seen before on the market.

What you'll see here is a pair of cloth shoes. The soles are very finely crafted, unlike anything you'd expect from handmade shoes.

Both pairs of shoes are quite unique, which is a good clue that can be used to investigate shoe factories across the country.

He drew the shoe design he saw and sent it back to the Kyoto headquarters.

He also mentioned his suspicion that the killer might have supernatural abilities.

First and foremost, she must possess superhuman strength; otherwise, with those frail arms, she wouldn't be able to crush a person's limbs.

She may also possess a special ability that allows her to block gravity.

Upon receiving the news, headquarters immediately convened an emergency meeting.

"Do you have anything to say about the news from Black Hawk Down?"

Nine people attended the meeting, and the person sitting in the main seat was an elderly man with graying temples.

He is Wei Wen, the director of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, whose supernatural abilities are unknown.