Putting the things aside, Bologo turned to pick up the document he obtained from Lebius, which described the information about "Humanophilia". Unfortunately, the Bureau of Order did not know much about it, and the description

There isn't much in the intelligence content that's really useful.

"Norm Ward."

Boluogo looked at the black and white photo on the file. The photo reflected a bald man with ferocious tattoos all over his body.

According to Lebius' intelligence, Nomu is a pharmacist who wanders around the Great Rift on the surface. In this chaotic place, he makes a living by selling illegal drugs. Secretly, he is "loving people."

Several offline people used medicine to anesthetize the patients and "condensate" them, and used the philosopher's stone to exchange the "human addicts" with high rewards.

Deaths, disappearances...such things are very common in the chaotic gray rift, so Nomu was not noticed much until the Bureau of Order focused on "Human-hungry" and thus focused on him.

Boluogo looked at the information on the document repeatedly, almost imprinting every word firmly in his mind.

After letting go of the file, he stood up and picked up his windbreaker. Bologg stood in front of the mirror and changed his clothes. Everything was as usual. He wore a black tie on a white shirt, put on a leather tactical suspender, and hung a few handfuls in the grooves.

Folding knife, from the remaining gaps, Boluogo took out several small flying knives and inserted them one by one.

After arranging his clothes, with a sense of ceremony, Boluogo put on a gray and black windbreaker. The clothes fit him very well. Under the gray and black outline, Boluogo looked like an upright sword.

Her fair complexion is like an evil ghost returning from the dark night.

The hook gun and shock hammer were inserted into his waist, and the hem of his clothes reached his knees, blocking them perfectly and covering up their sharp edges.

Boluogo looked at himself in the mirror carefully. The moment he put on the windbreaker, the "secret energy" attached to it was triggered. He could see the shimmer of light swimming on the fabric. The light was very dim. If he didn't deliberately

Even if you pay attention, it is difficult to distinguish its existence.

"What do you always feel is missing?"

Boluogo combed his hair. His hair was a bit soft. If he didn't take care of it, it would all hang down and become messy, covering his face like a wild dog soaked in the rain.

He combed them back hard, picked up a hairband, and tied a small braid on the back of his head. Only then did Boluogo feel a lot more comfortable.

His eyes drifted away and he looked at the coat rack to the side. Bologe took out a similarly grey-black top hat from it. He hadn't worn it for a long time and it was stained with a little dust. Bologe patted it hard and was shocked.

After dusting it off, put it on your head and stand in front of the mirror again.

"It's much better this time."

Boluogo looked at himself in the mirror, and he was extremely satisfied.

He likes such a sense of ritual. Whether it is for an appointment or seeking revenge, he must be as dignified as possible. It is best to have some music as accompaniment, just like a grand performance, dancing cheerfully, and when the song reaches its climax,

At that moment, the sharp tip of the knife is thrust into the sinner's throat.
Chapter completed!