Sinmonger Chapter 9: Moon Demon

As night falls, the night scene of the streets of Paris is beautiful, and the evening breeze along the Seine seems to carry a romantic atmosphere.

But in some dark corners, sin still shrouds.

A young woman was walking on a sparsely populated street. She vaguely felt that a figure was following her behind her, but she didn't look back. She just subconsciously accelerated her pace and quickly turned into an alley.

But in the alley, she ran into an alcoholic again, and there was a burst of alcohol and an unpleasant body odor.

"Hey, little girl, where are you in such a hurry?" the drunkard laughed, his eyes wandering over the woman, who was undoubtedly a very beautiful woman, and she might be a model , even in dim light, from the fair and smooth skin, soft facial lines can be judged that this is definitely a beauty.

She took a few steps back and turned to run, but the figure who followed her was blocked in the alley; "Do you think you can escape? Little beauty." He approached step by step, the **** in his eyes was obvious Ruojie had a smirk on the corner of his mouth.

The alcoholic behind her hugged her from behind, laughed wildly, and the man in front of her couldn't wait to pounce on her.

The next second, two screams sounded in the alley.

Then, with two muffled noises, in the dark alley, two corpses fell to the ground, blood flowing from their necks like a spring.

The two men were dead, with surprise and horror on their faces, and they didn't know what they saw in the moments before they died. There was a huge irregularly shaped wound on the side of the neck of the two, which seemed to be torn open by a large carnivore.

The young woman came out of the shadows, and under the moonlight, her bumpy figure and beautiful face were all set off particularly charming.

She threw her long brown hair behind her shoulders, adjusted her messed up clothes, and wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth with a charming demeanor. Afterwards, he walked gracefully out of this place and re-entered into the darkness of night.

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"This is the third case since June. This kind of case happens every other day. Sooner or later, the citizens will panic." Police detective George stood in the alley, smoking a cigarette.

It was the morning of the next day. The two bodies had been removed. The investigation and evidence collection was still in progress. White lines were drawn on the ground, and the dried blood on the beach looked like a red carpet spread on the ground.

George's partner Dick added: "Judging from the identity of the deceased, the possibility of rebellion or political murder can basically be ruled out... Hey! You! Step back behind the yellow line, reporters are not allowed to take pictures here!" He Halfway through speaking, he yelled at a boy with a camera in the distance.

"But the question is, why did the murderer target the hooligans and alcoholics." George flicked the ashtray.

Dick glanced at him; "The evidence isn't over yet, don't flick the soot at the scene."

"Sorry." George walked to the trash can a few meters away and snuffed out the cigarette butt.

Dick continued: "If it is a serial killer who commits a crime, the murderer should follow certain rules in selecting targets. Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that the murderer just picks easy people to kill at random. Maybe he is just like back then. The chessboard murderer in my quest only pursues quantity."

George said: "This murderer is amazing, don't you think? Almost every murder scene is covered in blood, but we can't find the murderer's **** footprints, and we can't identify the murder weapon. The wounds of the deceased look like Animal attacks, these can not help but remind people of some supernatural events."

Dick snorted coldly: "Do you want to say that the vampire killed people and turned into a bat and escaped?"

George replied: "Of course it can't be the case, but I think this is a very important clue. As long as the murderer's method of killing is solved, the case may have a major breakthrough."

Dick added: "I think there's another breakthrough...that the locations of these murders were all in areas with poor security, and almost every one of these deceased had a record of a violent crime. "

George thought for a while: "Oh...is the murderer trying to 'justify' and exterminate violence? Did he think he was a superhero in the comics?"

Dick said: "The hero in the comics only throws the villain into prison. Even if the opponent tries to destroy all human beings many times, the hero will not kill unless it is absolutely necessary. But our murderer has never been left behind. A living mouth."

George's expression was noncommittal. He was only in his early twenties, and there was obviously a generation gap with Dick, an old man in his fifties. In George, you can see the ideas that many young people have. He smiled. He replied: "To be honest, if I were not a policeman, and if I could become a hero with superpowers someday, I would not have pity on these scumbags. Of course, I am not talking about killing them indiscriminately, but I don't think it is necessary to go. Strictly abide by the 'no murder' principle."

Dick glanced at him and laughed: "So you can't be a hero, kid. A real hero doesn't necessarily need superpowers, the hero's spirit is the most important thing, as long as one shakes and one compromise, it won't work. It will take too long, and the nature of the heroic deed may change into the kind of serial murder we see before our eyes." He turned to walk out of the alley: "Have you had breakfast yet?"

George replied: "No."

"I know there's a good restaurant nearby." Dick waved his partner to follow: "People long for heroes, but heroes also need us police, because we know how to compromise, dirty deals, cumbersome procedures, Lies to the public are also an important part of maintaining a party's peace. After ten years of work, you will understand everything. Justice is not that simple, and the world is not black and white, but gray."

George said: "Then the result of our discussion is to confirm the murderer's motive?"

"This is just an inference." Dick said: "The criminal investigation still has to be done step by step, oh, by the way, after returning to the bureau, the director will definitely yell at us, 'Now the governor's hands seem to be in the hands of the governor. Holding my ass' or something like that, it's annoying to think about, in fact, the Governor doesn't care about a few civilians killed, he only cares about the crime rate and his own safety."

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At ten o'clock in the morning, George and Dick returned to the police station after breakfast and were called into the office by the chief.

"The Governor's hand seems to be holding my **** now! You bastards! You two are still in the mood to have breakfast!" the chief roared: "Won't you hurry up and investigate the case if you have time?!"

"Relax, old man, the waffles and syrups at that shop are really good, you should try them too," Dick replied lightly.

"Dick! If you still want to retire alive, find that serial killer for me! Otherwise, I'll rip out your intestines and strangle you!" The director gritted his teeth.

"Okay, okay, we already have some ideas, don't get excited." Dick looked helpless.

It's not the first time George has seen these two old fellows quarrel.

Half an hour later, when the two left the office, George lit a cigarette, and Dick complained: "The top actually sent someone down, and I really don't believe our police department's ability to do things. ."

"Isn't it great that hl can find someone to take over, we just need to 'fully cooperate' with him, and then the case will still not be closed, and someone will take the responsibility." George continued.

"Hey...that's why I said you are inexperienced." Dick sighed: "Like when HL sent a special person to the police station to help solve the case. If the person who came here really had two brushes, we would be lucky and let them be The pawns can run errands; but many times, the people they send only use official accents, they have little ability, and they send people just to give an explanation to the boss. This kind of person is often just fooling around for a few weeks to a month. Wait for the time, and finally make a report to the above, saying that our police station is incompetent, etc., it is also a cross.”

George exhaled: "Maybe we'll take the blame... huh..."

Dick said: "Anyway, we will do our job well, and sort out the relevant materials and evidence of the serial murder case so far by tomorrow, so that people who come to meet will say that our police station is not doing anything."

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Meanwhile, Crystal County, European hl headquarters.

Luca was about to hand in a report when he passed through the corridor, and there was a person on the opposite side. Luca greeted him and said, "Hey, Ness, are you going on a business trip with luggage?"

Today's paper man, the paper bandage that flows like a flame on half of his face has been used by the people around him~IndoMTL.com~ He nodded to Luca: "Ah, go to Paris to investigate a serial murder case, I read the information and suspected that the case might involve someone with ability, but it shouldn't be a big deal."

After the incident of arresting the blood owl in the capital, the tea fairy's report attributed most of the credit to the paper man, so that he was directly appointed by the rank of major hl. The paper man himself felt that this appointment was worthy of his appointment. In the contest with the blood owl, he did not play a decisive role, and the words of the tea fairy also stimulated him to a certain extent. After re-examining his behavior, the paper Xia understands that being blinded by hatred and throwing away principles and justice cannot make himself stronger.

Although there is still disgust to join hl, but under the persuasion of Cha Xian, he still accepted the appointment, came to Europe, and rationally improved his ability under the guidance of Luca. The current Paper Man, who is one of the well-known masters of HL in Europe, has also had several unpleasant contacts with the Iron Commandment.

"I think there should be other intentions in sending an agent of your level to Paris at this time," Luca said.

The two passed by, and the paper man smiled and said, "I don't think too much, we just do our best to complete the task."

Luca didn't look back and said, "Then wish you good luck."