My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

But Noita had no answer to the problem.

The coffee was very bitter, and Noita, unaccustomed to it, drank the whole thing before returning to the hotel.

She changed her appearance again, integrated into the shadow of the Wild Dream City, and prepared to do something meaningful.

For example, go to the Shadow Realm to gain some experience.

Since the people of Huangmeng City gave her an unpleasant code name, don't blame her for confirming the name.

Tonight, Noita joins the hunt.

……

How far can a player go for experience?

Noita felt that if she was given some more time, she could answer this question.

During the past month-long slow hunt, Noita's hands were stained with the blood of more than a dozen second-level warriors.

Then, this incident finally angered the extraordinary people in Huangmeng City, and they joined forces to search for who was responsible for the murder of the professionals.

This made Noita quiet for a while.

Although Huangmeng City has three-digit second-level professionals, most of them are hidden in the vast sea of ​​hidden trees and live in scattered villages.

In the past few days, Noita has assassinated one-tenth of the second-level professionals in Huangmeng City, including many high-ranking family members. How could this not make Chaofan furious?

If this matter is not thoroughly investigated, their roots will be dug out.

The outside world was in a state of panic, so Noita hid in Lilitu's camp, which was much safer than other places.

Inside the palace, Lilitu studied the battle report and marveled at it.

"You're really merciless. Why are you killing the vampires? You almost wiped out several families."

Noita was extremely ruthless towards vampires, and 70% of the characters she assassinated recently were vampires. This caused the vampires to hate her to the core, and the vampire-related extraordinary people also wanted to catch the culprit to vent their anger.

Faced with the question, Noita patted the sword and scabbard at his waist.

These two special weapons for anti-vampire attacks were given to her by Lilitu. After the Flame Bite Sword activates the Sunfire, it can deal a mere scratch to the vampire, or even kill him with a single hit. Noita doesn't need to put in too much effort to defeat the vampire.

The murder weapon was given by Lilitu, and she also asked why vampires were targeted.

Obviously pretending to be confused.

Noita said calmly, "A personal grudge."

There are indeed some personal grudges against vampires.

Not wanting to discuss this topic, Noita quickly asked, "How did your mission go?"

"Thanks to you, everything went well."

The second level is originally a superior combat force, holding a lot of power.

When a second-level person dies and their successor lacks the prestige and power to command the support of the masses, power automatically disperses and dilutes. Currently, due to a shortage of vampires, many industries are struggling to gain control. Add to that the drow and humans taking advantage of their misfortunes, and many families are in a precarious situation.

The contradiction thus emerged and quickly expanded to a point where it could no longer be ignored.

Lilitu would find some impulsive vampires or drow to instigate them to commit some passionate crimes.

It is easy to ignite public opinion in a neighborhood and plunge it into long-term chaos.

The order of the Wild Dream City plummeted due to the terrible situation caused by Noita's killing and Lilitu's instigation, and it seemed that it would not last long.

Chapter 215 Look at the bomb!

Mokle is a patroller in the Shadowlands. He is a fetchling, slender and fragile creature with grayish skin and dull eyes.

In the Wild Dream City, the status of the fetchlings is in the upper middle level among many races. Their colorless skin is regarded as the favor of darkness, so the higher-ups grant them the same treatment as ordinary vampires, allowing them to join the military and serve as police officers.

The cold wind rustled the leaves, and the rustling sound of leaves drifted down from the treetops and landed on Moker's shoulders.

"Mokel."

Someone was calling his name.

Moker, who was following his companion, was in a trance. He looked back vigilantly, but there was nothing behind him, only the sound of wind blowing branches and leaves echoing endlessly.

The companion turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I got the wrong wind."

Moker shook his head and continued to follow his companions forward.

The long period of lack of rest made him easily distracted, and he often mistook ordinary movements for chilling sounds.

He's used to it.

But this time the call was not in vain after all.

Indeed, an invisible object fell on Mokl's shoulder, as light as a feather and as pale as dust, like an eyeball separated from the human body, quietly observing Mokl's life.

I saw Mokel finish his patrol, return to the police station, complete the handover with the on-duty personnel, handle paperwork, and be scolded by the foreman...

After a day's work, Mokel returned home, had dinner alone, and went to a brothel to spend his money lavishly.

In the moment of rationality after indulgence, Morkel walked home and thought about how to spend his life, whether he should do something right or more interesting. After returning home, he took a short rest and went to work again.

He stared coldly at what Moker was thinking and recorded it.

Day and night alternate in similar lives, and Moker's life gradually changes with time, sometimes in a high building, sometimes in a valley, and his location is sometimes different. Even though Moker may strangle a prostitute on a whim, or help a down-and-out person on a whim, his eyes remain indifferent, and his surveillance remains unchanged.

Neither anyone else nor Morkel could see it.

One day, Moker was reprimanded by his superior again.

His tired spirit was not enough to support his argument. The hard table pet thrown by the superior hit Moker's forehead and blood oozed from the wound.

It hurts a little.

Mokel touched his forehead lightly and saw light pink blood.

The color of the fetchling's blood had not completely disappeared, but had been stripped down to a pink color close to winter snow.

"It's boring, this kind of life."

A cold and evil voice, along with the ambient sounds, entered Moker's ears. He raised his head in confusion and looked around, but could not find the object that made the sound.

Despite this, he responded, “Well, it’s boring.”

"What are you talking about!" The officer sitting behind the desk raised his head and questioned when he heard Moker talking.

Mokle ignored his superior and just looked down at his toes.

"what do you?"

"I'm a tool to help you escape your boring daily life." The unknown voice said calmly, "Then let's kill him and see what happens, just like we killed that prostitute. Let's see what the difference is between you and her."

The flat, unchanging voice was like an order. Mokel obeyed it reluctantly and took a step closer to his superior's desk.

Seeing that Moker did not respond, the officer became even more confused and wanted to scold Moker again to alert him.

However, unexpectedly, the sword was pulled out by Moker and stabbed into his unprotected chest.

The officer glared in shock and anger and struggled hard, but his strength drained away from his wounds and he eventually died powerlessly.

If it were a head-on confrontation, the commander's strength would definitely be above Moker's, but now he was unable to dodge the sword because he reacted too late.

Really desperate.

Blood splattered, and Moker drew his sword. Scarlet marks covered the entire sword, making it particularly eye-catching.

He walked out of the office covered in blood, which instantly attracted the attention of his colleagues, and questions and roars followed.

At around the same time, similar murders occurred frequently.

This month, the number of serious crimes in Wild Dream City has far exceeded previous records, and the number of murders among politically empowered citizens has reached triple digits, causing the Public Security Bureau to work excessive overtime. There must be something fishy behind this unusually high frequency of crimes, but multiple investigations have yielded no clues.

Citizens live without problems, they don't interact with each other, they don't trade with suspicious people, and even using spells to torture them can't produce a definite result.

The truth is confusing and the sheriff is at a loss.

People's hearts are in turmoil, and the city's pointers are moving towards chaos.

Watching all this with cold eyes, guiding all this.

[A time when suspicions arise]

Demonic plots, puppets dance. Murders are rampant in the city. People know their enemies are hiding in the shadows, but they don't know when they will act. Rumors spread along a chain of suspicion, and impulsive individuals will make decisions first.

Uncontrolled suspicion is a breeding ground for chaos.

The diary was closed, and Noita looked out the window at the dark city. Although it was still silent, the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Lilitu used her expertise to stir up jealousy and hatred in the hearts of the people of Huangmeng City, making them kill each other for profit, resentment, and to gain clarity of mind... all kinds of emotions and many methods ultimately led to one result - killing.

Under her guidance, lovers who wanted to avoid the gossip of their neighbors would die by hugging charcoal, the good would commit suicide for minor sins, and the evil would magnify their desires and unscrupulously take the lives of their subordinates...

The smell of corruption from the abyss began to spread.

"We must thoroughly investigate this matter!"

A big shot from the vampire family visited the police station where blood was flowing like a river, and his blood-red eyes swept coldly across the faces of the survivors.

The blood under his feet was not yet dry, and the guards who came with him were cleaning the ground.

Just now, Moker caused a small riot in the Public Security Bureau. He killed the chief, but not satisfied, he seriously injured several colleagues before being apprehended.

Upon learning the news, a higher-level officer condescended to come to the Public Security Bureau. The security team members thought that their superior had come here to appease everyone, but they did not expect that the first thing the officer did when he arrived was to kill incompetent personnel to establish his authority, and then asked the Public Security Bureau to thoroughly investigate the matter.

The cause and outcome of the incident must be investigated clearly.

His arrogant and domineering appearance was infuriating, but no one dared to resist.

The sheriffs nodded in agreement and said they would find the reason within a week. Vampire Green, satisfied with the guarantee, came to the clean office and took a rest.

Chief Mokel's body was thrown out, and this office would be his resting place from now on.

As for how the sheriff would investigate the case when the crime scene was destroyed and the body was damaged, that was none of Green's business.

Not long ago, Green was just the unappreciated second son in the family. But one day, his eldest brother died suddenly, and his brother's resources fell into his hands. He wanted to make a career and prove that his achievements would surpass his brother's.

This police station was his first step to fame.

Thinking of this, Green called his subordinates over.

The sheriff came running over and asked what he needed. Green asked, "Do you have any unfinished cases?"

"Yes, there have been a lot recently."

“Find a way to solve them.”

The sheriff's smile faltered.

No, buddy, there must be some ulterior motive behind these recent cases. Do you want us little Karamis to investigate?

"What, you can't do it?" The vampire frowned and glared.

The sheriff quickly explained, "To be honest, there have indeed been a lot of murders recently, but they involve so many people that even a second-level warrior would fail. I'm afraid this will be difficult."

Green sneered, "I'm asking you to solve the problem, not to state it. This is a target set by the family. If you fail to meet it, I'll be the one in trouble, but you'll also die."

The sheriff clenched his fist and left unwillingly to discuss countermeasures with his colleagues.

As I walked away from the office, an explosion occurred behind me.

The heat wave from the surging steam threw the sheriff away, the shock wave shattered the glass, and the earthquake shook the sheriff. Before he could react to what was happening, he fainted in a bloody mess.

The guards brought by Green rushed into the center of the explosion to prepare for rescue.

But there was no trace of the commander on the ground, only a wisp of black ash flying around.

The guards' faces turned green when they saw this scene.

The important person they were protecting died without a burial place.

Now they will die without a burial place.

Not far away, Noita recovered the stealth drone.

[…Experience gained: 2400]

Gaining experience points means the enemy is dead, so Noita doesn't need to finish off the enemy and can just leave the spot.

The drone dropped an alchemical bomb at Green, which was powerful enough to send the Sheriff's Bureau into the sky, but Green was blessed with a magical item, which weakened the power of the bomb, causing it to only send one room into the sky.