“He saw the requirements on those notes, but he couldn’t even fulfill any of them!

It’s just a matter of [turning around], is it that difficult?”

The man's snickering gradually became lower and turned into a low hissing sound.

It was like the sound of some kind of reptile crawling on the snow.

The blizzard outside the window still showed no signs of deterioration, and the fine snowflakes blocked all sight outside the window.

Klein stared at the writing on the note.

"Maybe it's not that he can't do it."

He said.

"Geralt Sif, maybe he was frightened, so he didn't follow the instructions on the note."

"Or maybe, he simply couldn't imagine that he had to fulfill the requirements on the note in order to survive."

The man in the darkness whispered: "It's not because of stupidity."

Klein pinched his ears hard to wake himself up a little.

Looking at the wall clock on the wall of the police station, the time already pointed to 1:13 in the morning.

It will be dawn in a few hours, but Klein obviously has no intention of getting off work.

He circled three requests with the pen in his hand.

The paint has been worn away from the two sides of the pen that are often in contact with your fingers.

The polished brass pen body beneath the lacquer surface is exposed,

Under the dim light, it reflects a light yellow halo.

"So, what about the murderer himself?"

Speaking of this, the man put away the frivolity on his face.

"The strength of the [blood] on the note is very low, there are two possibilities.

First possibility:

The person who uses [Dirty Blood] - the murderer himself is very weak and cannot exert the power of [Dirty Blood].

Second possibility:

This [dirty blood] probably does not come from a true superior, so it does not have the power of a true superior."

Klein said nothing because he didn't know much about abnormal events and could only listen to the man's continued reasoning.

"The murderer may be a low-level dependent of a superior person.

Only simple prayers were performed,

Didn't sacrifice his life,

It has never been stained with the blood of a superior person."

He licked his long and slender tongue, which was completely different from that of a normal person.

"In our circle, these people are collectively called [virgins]."

What a bad taste.

Klein originally hated that legendary circle, and the man's words made his dislike worse.

"Are there any other possibilities?"

The man in the darkness thought for a moment before continuing:

"It may also be a coincidence that a lucky person who got a little bit of [Dirty Blood] happens to know how to use [Dirty Blood].

Such a person can go through a certain secret ritual - we call it "secret ritual" for short.

Apply the power of [Tainted Blood] to the object to make a note like this."

The man groped his stubble-covered chin.

"Or maybe it's an undead person who has practiced the Dark Curse and used it on mortals.

I have seen people who were killed by the dark curse before.

Well...it's this kind of outrageous death,

There were no signs, no violent conflicts,

As long as certain conditions are met,

'Snapped',

The person dies.”

"Anyway, he must not be a dangerous person."

"If it weren't for these... I really wouldn't be able to guess it."

Klein was not satisfied with his final conclusion.

"This is wrong."

He pointed to the note on the table.

"No matter who the murderer is, extraordinary power appeared on Walker Street and killed people. This is different from what we originally agreed."

The man in the dark still wants to argue:

"Klein, you know, this is out of control.

As there are more and more new immigrants, there will also be more and more extraordinary people.

This is an objective fact.

Extraordinary beings are uncontrollable, and even large companies cannot predict the emergence of extraordinary beings 100%...

Whether it's the Byron Weiss Group, the Secret Order of the Astartes, or even a choir that claims to be the true god.

No one or organization can know when and where those inhuman monsters will appear!

We can only stop them in time when they cause trouble."

He emphasized and repeated the word.

"Stop it in time."

"do you understand?"

Klein's face was harder than the black bread served at night at the miners' canteen in the lower city.

He tapped the table again.

"Bang bang."

The sound was much louder than last time.

"I'll help you get the key to the Yanan City Citizen Information Database.

You help me keep the extraordinary ones out of Walker Street, or get rid of the criminals.

This is what we agreed upon."

He followed the man's previous example and emphasized the word "agreed".

Some words in this sentence seem to hit the man's weakness,

The face in the dark suddenly became a little confused.

"Klein, you don't need to repeat this every time, I remember it."

He didn't know whether he was explaining or making excuses.

"My job is different from yours. It's very troublesome to begin with.

From hundreds of thousands of normal people, look for an extraordinary person who looks almost indistinguishable from normal people.

You are a police officer and you know how difficult this is."

He complained.

"What's more, today's society is different from before.

Since the empire opened up immigration, a large number of foreigners have poured into Yanan City, which is the city closest to the customs.

You know better than me how much the population has skyrocketed."

He emphasized the word "immigration".

"Let me tell you a secret, Klein, my dear detective."

"A secret that few people know and spread only in a very small circle."

The blizzard outside the window got even louder. The man's muffled voice was isolated inside the police station by the sound of wind and snow, and not a single syllable could be heard.

"I only heard this by chance...
To be continued...