He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts

Z got up and turned off the light. The room was plunged into pitch darkness.

"Good night."

He heard Z say.

He also murmured "good night" under his breath.

When he thought of being in the same room with Z, he was so excited that he just wanted to stretch himself out on the bed.

Then he thought that the Night Watchmen and the Mystics slept in the same room, this is probably unique in the whole world, right?

He thought that he would definitely stay up all night, but he didn't expect that when he closed his eyes and opened them again, the sky was bright.

He sat up and realized that he was the only one in the room. Z's bed was empty, but the sheets and bedding were neatly made. The clock on the wall showed that it was ten o'clock in the morning.

"Z?" Duan Feizhuo called out boldly.

"He went out early in the morning." A lazy voice appeared in Duan Feizhu's mind.

"The sword in the stone?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

"Who else can it be if it's not me? Is there an invisible person talking to you here?" Shi Zhongjian said with some dissatisfaction.

That guy didn't speak all the way, Duan Feizhuo almost forgot that he held such a magic sword.

"You've been really quiet lately." Duan Feizhuo said while changing clothes.

"The night policeman is right next to me, how dare I speak?" Shi Zhongjian sullenly said, "If you want to listen to me, I can talk non-stop. If you respond accidentally, you will expose us Identity, see if the night policeman stabs you into a meat skewer with a single sword."

"Do I still have to thank you?" Duan Feizhu teased.

"Of course. If it weren't for my restraint and my great spirit of self-sacrifice, you would have kicked your legs up!"

Duan Feizhuo washed briefly with cold water, and went downstairs to the hotel lobby. Several guests are having breakfast, and Z is among them. Hearing his footsteps, Z raised his head, and gestured to the waiter, asking him to serve another breakfast.

"You should have woken me up." Duan Feizhuo sat down across from Z, with reproach in his voice.

"You were too tired yesterday, it's okay to sleep a little longer." Z took a sip of tea.

Fortunately, there was a newspaper of the day on the table. Duan Feizhuo hurriedly grabbed the newspaper and pretended to read it to ease his embarrassment.

"Any news?" Z asked casually.

Duan Feizhuo scanned the large and small headlines in the newspaper, "The Aberdeen City Government is discussing whether to impose a curfew. The police investigation is progressing slowly and has been criticized. A citizen was bitten by a vicious dog... Well, it's nothing serious."

"Where do you think the investigation should start?" Z asked.

"I don't know." Duan Feizhuo sighed, "I have no idea at all. Maybe I should read the file again. How do you guys usually do at Scotland Yard?"

Z puts down the teacup. "The usual method of investigation is to go to the place where the deceased was killed to investigate." He said, "Although the Aberdeen police should not miss any important clues, they cannot be so absolute."

Makes sense. The elite of Scotland Yard. Although Duan Feizhuo has read many detective novels, he knows nothing about the process of criminal investigation and solving a case. In this regard, it still depends on Z's professional skills and keen intuition.

"The first dead were found at the pier. Are we going there?"

Z shook his head, "It's too long ago. Even if there are any clues left at the scene, I'm afraid it will be obliterated today. I suggest starting with the most recent case."

"The scene of Ruth's death?"

"That's right." Z said.

Duan Feizhuo recalled the files he read last night. "Ruth was killed on her way to work at the clinic. We should just follow her route to work and find her."

"That's exactly what I mean."

After finalizing the plan, Duan Feizhuo quickly finished his breakfast and walked out of the hotel with the sword in the stone on his back.

Today is still a rainy day, but the rain is much lighter than yesterday. Z stood at the door of the hotel, raised his hand to catch a few drops of rainwater, and frowned slightly, "This rain is really not at the right time. The clues may have been washed away."

He held up his umbrella and beckoned Duan Feizhuo to come under his umbrella. While wrapping his arms around Duan Feizhuo's shoulders, he touched the Sword in the Stone on his back.

"Why do you always carry this broken sword?" Z asked suspiciously.

"You just broke!" Shi Zhongjian cursed.

"Uh," Duan Feizhuo stared at the ground guiltily, "self-defense."

"If you want to defend yourself, why don't you buy a gun? I can teach you how to use it."

"Then there's no need for it!" Duan Feizhuo hurriedly said, "I'm still more comfortable with a sword, guns or something, it's too violent, haha, hahaha..." He laughed dryly.

They took a cab to Ruth's house in Mud Street. Thinking that this is Ruth's "Road of Death", Duan Feizhu couldn't help but feel heavy.

He knocked on Ruth's door. It was still Ruth's mother, Mrs. Roberts, who opened the door to greet him.

"Doctor! You are here! Welcome!" Her spirit looked better than yesterday.

Seeing Z beside Duan Feizhuo, she showed a scared expression. Z and Xenophon almost arrested Duan Feizhuo back then, but thanks to the intercession of the residents of Mud Street, Duan Feizhuo was released. Mrs. Roberts still remembers it well.

"Isn't this Mr. Police?" Mrs. Roberts said hesitantly.

Duan Feizhuo introduced, "He is Detective Zeno Sinia from the Metropolitan Police Department. He came to Aberdeen to investigate serial murders."

Mrs. Roberts' eyes widened. "Investigate Ruth's case?" She said in a daze, her eyes moistened, "Great, it's the London police, London's elites are here to investigate the case... The truth will definitely be revealed soon, Ruth she...she..." She I was so choked up that I couldn't speak.

"By the way, the police station has finished the autopsy." Duan Feizhuo said, "I hired a body restorer to restore Ruth's body...you don't object?"

Mrs. Roberts was even more surprised, "That... that will cost a lot of money?"

"It's okay, I've already paid for it."

"What an embarrassment!" Mrs. Roberts covered her mouth. "You have treated us so well, doctor. How can I ask you to spend again?"

"It's not an expense. I can't do anything but do what I can."

Mrs. Roberts burst into tears. She lifted up her apron and wiped away her tears, "I'm sorry, it was a good thing, but I lost my composure..."

Duan Feizhuo didn't know how to comfort her. At this time Z said, "Madam, please express your condolences. If Ling Ai's spirit in heaven sees that you have been crying for her, she will not feel well."

Mrs. Roberts covered her face and whimpered, "You're right, Mr. Policeman, I... I'm so stupid... Ruth always said that it's okay to be poor, as long as you're happy..."

She tried to hold back the tears and forced a forced smile.

"We are going to investigate the scene of Ling Ai's murder." Z said, "Is she working in the clinic? Usually when does she go to work and when does she go home?"

Z's tone was very cold, but facing the excited Mrs. Roberts, this coldness eased her emotions and calmed her down.

"She works as a nurse at the Stone Clinic on Wharf Street. A few days ago, Dr. Stone's son fell and became disabled and needed someone to take care of him. Dr. Stone hired two nurses. Ruth works night shift, from seven o'clock in the evening By seven o'clock in the morning." Mrs. Roberts recalled, "She usually leaves the house twenty minutes earlier."

Her mind was on thinking, and she was less wallowing in grief. Only then did Duan Feizhuo realize the intention of Z's question. Not only did he secretly admire him, Z was indeed the elite of Scotland Yard, with such a meticulous mind.

"She stays at home during the day?"

"Yes, in addition to the work in the clinic, she also does some needlework to support the family. She works very hard, and she always says that when she saves enough money, she will buy her dad a mechanical prosthetic..."

Mrs. Roberts glanced mournfully at her husband's studio. Mr. Roberts did not show up today either, only the clanging of knocking came from the studio.

"Did Ruth show any abnormalities recently?" Z asked, "For example, vision and hearing are sharper than before, physical strength is more abundant than before, or some abilities suddenly become stronger?"

Mrs. Roberts shook her head, "She's normal, she's never had anything like what you said. On the contrary, she's been spinning all the time, and she's more tired and weak than before."

Z lowered his eyes. He wanted to find out if Ruth had any abilities, but he was disappointed in the end.

"Then we're leaving." Z said, "If you think of anything unusual, please tell us. I live in a hotel near the police station called..."

After leaving the address of the hotel, they said goodbye to the poor woman. There is only one most direct road from Mud Street to Stone Clinic on Dock Street. Duan Feizhuo was familiar with the route, so he led Z to the Stone Clinic.

Turn left from the junction near Ruth's house and there is a narrow alley between a pub and a food store. The ground is muddy and few people come, but just cross this alley and you can reach Dock Street. If you don't want to take a long detour, this is the fastest way.

Duan Feizhuo stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at the stagnant water in the alley. There was a sewer at the entrance of the alley, but I don't know whether it was because of the heavy rain or the blockage of silt. The sewer was gushing out like a fountain.

According to the files he had read, Ruth had been killed in this alley.

The police once set up a warning yellow line at the entrance of the alley, but now the yellow line is still removed, and only half of the line is swaying listlessly in the wind. Several days had passed since Ruth's death, and with the heavy rain, no clues could be found at the scene.

"Did you find anything?" Z asked.

"No." Duan Feizhuo sighed.

He squeezed into the alley and walked through the mud to the Dock Street on the other side. The unique salty smell of sea water hits the face. Wharf Street and Mud Street are places where fish and dragons are mixed together. Sailors come and go with the ships, and there are so many strange faces, which are the most suitable places for murderers to hide.

Duan Feizhuo imagined the scene on the day Ruth was killed. She left home as always, bid farewell to her mother, and walked on the road she had traveled countless times. It was already dark, and only street lamps illuminated her. She walked briskly into the alley. Little did she know that there was a vicious thug hiding around here, ready to take her life...

Wait, if Ruth witnessed the appearance of the murderer, will her memory remain on her belongings? Wouldn't it be possible to find the murderer by using the ability of spiritual vision? !

Duan Feizhuo felt that the door to a new world was slowly opening in front of him. He couldn't wait to go straight to the police station and ask the Aberdeen Police for the deceased's belongings. It stands to reason that as important evidence, the relic should be kept in the police station.

He wanted to tell Z what he thought - he didn't have to confess that he had powers, just that he wanted to investigate the relics of the dead. But just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a deafening dog barking not far away.

Z frowned and covered his ears. The voice was harsh even to Duan Feizhuo, but Z's hearing was so keen, it was almost like being tortured to him.

I saw a short and thin middle-aged man stumbling over with two bulldogs on his hands. It is not so much that he is walking the dog as it is that the dog is walking him.

The bulldog is small in size and has a bad temper. While dragging his owner around, he grinned at passers-by and barked loudly. Several passers-by fled, and one woman even stepped on her skirt and fell into a puddle as she fled.

Duan Feizhuo recognized the dog walker at a glance.

"Isn't this Dr. Stone?" He sneered and greeted him strangely.

Dr. Stone tried his best to grab the two dogs, squinted his eyes and looked at Duan Feizhuo for a while before he recognized him.

"Doctor Chester...Mr!" He still stubbornly refused to admit that Duan Feizhuo, who practiced medicine without a license, was his colleague.

"I didn't expect to meet you here. Are you walking the dog?" Duan Feizhuo glanced at the two little devils jumping up and down.

Dr. Stone sneered, "Yeah, my son's dog. It's cute, isn't it. He's in the hospital now, so I can only walk it."

"It turned out to be a dog." Z said gloomily, "If you didn't tell me, I would have thought that some kind of monster had entered Aberdeen."

Dr. Stone looked at him. "This gentleman is...?"

"Zeno Sinia, from the Metropolitan Police Department." Z reported his name expressionlessly.

Dr. Stone shuddered, startled by his status as a policeman.

"You are here to investigate..."

"The Aberdeen serial murders," said Z.

The two bulldogs barked again, struggling to get off the leash. One of them found that the nearest Z seemed to be a good target, so it swung its four short legs and rushed towards him quickly, like a small cannonball.

It bites Z's leg.

Dr. Stone let out a squeal like a rubber duck being stepped on, and hurriedly tugged on the rope. "Come back! You little beast!"

But the dog bites even harder.

Z lowered his head with a grim expression.

The bulldog loosened its teeth and stepped back with its tail between its legs, a terrified expression on its sagging face.

No wonder it was so surprised. Ordinary people would definitely bleed profusely and howl endlessly if they took such a bite from it, but Z's leg is a mechanical prosthetic, and it is lucky that it didn't knock out its own teeth.

"Sorry, Mr. Police!" Dr. Stone continued to scream, "Are you not injured? My clinic is nearby, and I can treat you!"

"No need. I'm not injured." Z said coldly, "But I really want to visit your clinic."

"...Me?" Dr. Stone sneered, "I don't see much to see there..."

"The late Miss Ruth Roberts was your nurse, wasn't she?" asked Z. "I have a few questions for you about the case."

"I've told the police everything I know!"

"Didn't tell me again."

Z dropped this sentence, left Dr. Stone behind, and walked towards the clinic.

Duan Feizhuo hurriedly caught up with him, "How do you know which direction the clinic is in?"

"Smell. The smell of medicine." Z said intently.

Seeing that Dr. Stone could not escape this interrogation no matter what, he had to be appointed. He dragged the two ferocious bulldogs to Z, with a fawning smile on his face, "Let me lead you the way!"

— That’s not what you said just now. Duan Fei is clumsy.

Stone Clinic is not far from here. In Duan Feizhuo's impression, its service targets are mainly sailors, and these young and energetic guys are often injured due to fights, or have unspeakable diseases with local women. So the clinic is always booming.

Today, however, the Stone Clinic is empty. The waiting room was empty. Dr. Stone tied the bulldogs to a post at the door and invited them in.

"Are all the residents of Aberdeen so healthy now?" Duan Feizhuo asked, with some sarcasm in his tone.

Dr. Stone heard his sarcasm, and glared at him angrily, but due to the existence of Z, he couldn't retort clearly, so he could only swallow his sulking.

"Since it was reported in the newspaper that Ruth is our nurse, the patients are afraid to come here. It seems that coming to see a doctor here will become the next target of the murderer." Dr. Stone said distressedly, "In addition Well, those two dogs are also a problem. Alas, they are too fierce. They bit a passer-by the day before yesterday. That guy tipped the news to the newspaper, and I lost a lot of money. But I can't put them Throw them away, they are my son's pet dogs..."

Duan Feizhuo gloated a little. When Dr. Stone opened his mouth to the residents of Mud Street and sneered at him who was about to leave London, did he expect that he would have a day of despair?

As for the two vicious dogs, it can only be said that he deserved it. As the saying goes, things are like their masters, and what kind of pets you raise shows what kind of person your master is. If Dr. Stone's son hadn't pampered those two vicious dogs all day long, how could he be where he is today?

Dr. Stone led them to his office. As they passed the wards, most of the beds were empty, and they could see that the clinic's business had indeed plummeted recently.

Only one ward was occupied. Duan Feizhuo took a quick glance inside, and saw a young man lying on the bed, eyes closed and lethargic, and a round nurse was leaning against the bed and dozing off.

"Emma! You're being lazy again!" Dr. Stone said angrily.

The nurse woke up with a start, and hurriedly picked up a towel and wiped the face of the man on the hospital bed. When Doctor Stone stared at her, she pretended to be serious, but when the doctor looked away, her actions became more perfunctory.

"You two are laughing," Dr. Stone said with a dry smile. "That's my maid. I've let her take care of my son since he was hospitalized. But she's clumsy and can't do anything well, so I Will hire Ruth extra to help."

"What serious illness did your son have?" Z asked.

Dr. Stone's expression darkened. "He likes to play with the steam skimmer. One day he fell from it and became disabled. He won't be able to stand up for the rest of his life."

"Are mechanical prosthetics useful?"

"He didn't break his leg, but his spine... Well, let's not mention it." Dr. Stone shook his head.

When he arrived at the office, Stone poured tea for the guests and took out a plate of biscuits frantically. Duan Feizhuo suspected that the biscuits might have been stored for a year, and they seemed to be able to compete with Mrs. Lynn's dark cuisine. He decided to die without touching this thing.

This office is not like a doctor's office, but more like a private study. The desk is full of large and small photos of Dr. Stone and his family, including his wedding photo, his son's graduation photo, and a single photo of his wife.

In addition to the tables and chairs for office use and the sofa for entertaining guests, the most conspicuous thing in this room is the Bogu shelf that occupies the entire wall. Duan Feizhuo almost thought he had returned to the secret trading house.

There are all kinds of cultural objects on the shelf, and there are several statues in the most eye-catching positions. They are not dancing men, people with elephant heads, or women stepping on men.

Even a person like Duan Feizhuo who has no research on folk culture can see their strong Indian style at a glance.

Z took a sip of tea and asked, "Can you tell me about the day Miss Ruth was killed? She was killed on the way to the night shift. You don't find it strange that she didn't come to work?"

Dr. Stone shrugged. "I thought she couldn't bear the suffering of a nurse, so she quit. This kind of thing is very common with young girls like her, and she ran away without saying hello."

Z asked, "Then when did you find out about her passing?"

Dr. Stone said: "The next day, the police came to me. They said they had found the body of a young woman, but her face was so disfigured that she couldn't recognize it, so they went door to door asking around. I suddenly had a kind of feeling. The foreboding might be Ruth. That's what I told them."

"As far as you know, does Miss Ruth have any enemies? Or has anything unusual happened recently?" Z asked.

Dr. Stone was impatient, "I don't know much about her personal relationship. After all, I'm only responsible for paying her salary, not her father. As for the abnormality, the girl is very ordinary, and I didn't find anything."

Duan Feizhuo let Z lead the Q&A. His attention was not on Dr. Stone at all. Bogu racks are more attractive to him.

Dr. Stone noticed that he had been staring at the Bogu rack and showed a smug expression, "Ah, you noticed. It's rare, isn't it? It's a souvenir I brought back from India!"

"India?" Duan Feizhuo raised his eyebrows.

"I was a military doctor when I was young and served in India. It's such a fascinating land, except for the mosquitoes and troublemakers..." Dr. Stone glanced at him arrogantly, as if to say, "Only those who have formally studied medicine Talented people can have the honor of serving the country, don't dream about your wild way."

Duan Feizhuo stared at the Indian statues without squinting.

Each of them exudes the unique brilliance of arcane items.

When leaving the Stone Clinic, Duan Feizhuo's inner questions were not answered, but more than before.

Those statues in Dr. Stone's office are unmistakably occult items. It's not like he's lying when he says he got it from India. Those statues are gods in Hinduism, and it is unknown what strange functions were attached to them during the production process.

Does Dr. Stone know about this? He doesn't look like a mystic, so is he just keeping those statues as souvenirs?

Ruth is also a victim of serial murders in Aberdeen, and her employer happens to have a few occult statues in his hands—is it just a coincidence?

The most important question is…

Duan Feizhuo peeked at Z beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Do you want to tell Z about this? What should I say if I tell him? Can't you just confess that you saw the brilliance of the secret technique on the statue? Then he might end up in jail with the Aberdeen serial killer. How can I tactfully state my discovery without arousing Z's suspicion?

Thinking about this problem, Duan Feizhuo's head was almost overloaded and exploded. It is really difficult to hide the identity of the mystic and stay by Z's side, solving the case with him! Why did he embark on this path of no return in the first place! Simply being a mystic, or simply being a night watchman, is much easier than it is now!

He just wanted to cry. But now, he has no choice but to continue to cover his vest tightly.

Duan Feizhuo shook his head, pushing these complicated thoughts out of his mind. The top priority now is to investigate the case, and his own affairs can be put aside for later.

They next traveled to the location where several other victims were killed. But just like the scene of Ruth's death, because it has been too long, there are no clues at all.

The hustle and bustle ended in nothing. Duan Feizhuo couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

But he still has at least one clue—his clairvoyance.

"I want to go to the Aberdeen Police Station." He said to Z, "Look at the evidence collected by the police, such as the victim's clothing."

"What do you think the murderer might have left on the victim's belongings?" Z asked.

"I'm not sure, I have to try."

"That's right." Z pondered, "I just don't know if the Aberdeen police have agreed."

"It's up to you, the elite at Scotland Yard, to persuade him."

The police in Aberdeen were not too happy.

"Do you think we are idiots? If the murderer really left any clues, we won't be able to find them?"

The man in charge of the serial killings is a gray-haired veteran detective who is also one of the most senior detectives in the Aberdeen Police Department. After hearing Duan Feizhuo's request, he glared at the young man angrily.

"Uh, just in case." Duan Feizhuo said.

If Z's police rank was not several levels higher than the old police detective, even his immediate superior would have to bow and bow when seeing Z, the old police detective might have thrown them out of the office window on the spot.

Muttering, he took a bunch of keys from his belt and led them to the evidence room.

In this era, fingerprint identification technology has not yet been applied to the judiciary, and the police never consider whether taking evidence with bare hands will contaminate fingerprints. All the evidence was laid out on a row of shelves. The old police detective casually pointed, "That's all."

The Aberdeen police were still conscientious and stored all the evidence collected at the scene in different categories, including the clothes and belongings of the deceased.

"This is the girl's clothes." The old detective pointed to a pile of rags. "The murderer almost tore it to shreds. I don't know what you can find."

The rag was stained with blood and had turned a dark brown. Duan Feizhuo unfolded the rag and stared at the blood on it.

A dilapidated road appeared in front of his eyes, the ground was full of potholes, and several street lamps were broken, and the dim light shone on a lonely shadow.

It's Ruth. She crossed Mud Street and entered the narrow, dark alley. It didn't rain that day, so the sewers didn't turn back. At the end of the alley is a bright street lamp, and the salty sea breeze blows head-on.

Duan Feizhuo's eyes widened. It was here that Ruth was killed. Where did the murderer come from? If it's coming from the front, Ruth can't see it...

The next second, Ruth stopped. She trembled and twitched, and when she lowered her head, she saw only two pale arms, one around her neck and the other around her waist, preventing her from escaping. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was covered. Her vision gradually became dark and blurred...

Duan Feizhuo abruptly withdrew from Ruth's memory. He was gasping for breath, and there was a discomfort in his neck, as if he himself were being strangled.

The good news is that he can indeed see the memories left on the relic.

But the bad news is that the murderer attacked Ruth from behind, and she didn't see the murderer's true face.

"Young man, are you okay?" The old police detective looked at him suspiciously, "It's just a **** coat, so it scares you like this?"

Duan Feizhuo didn't answer him, and put the **** clothes back on the evidence rack.

Just because Ruth didn't see the murderer doesn't mean the other dead didn't see it.

Pointing to a pocket watch next to him, he asked, "Whose relic is this?"

The old detective thought. "Fourth dead, the grammar school teacher."

The pocket watch was scratched and dented, as if it had been dropped hard. Duan Feizhuo took out a handkerchief, wrapped it with a pocket watch, and opened it carefully to prevent leaving his fingerprints. Just because the Aberdeen police don't care about leaving fingerprints doesn't mean he doesn't care.

The dial of the pocket watch was cracked, and the hands stopped at 11:45 at night.

"We estimate that was the time of his death," Detective Warren said.

Duan Feizhuo stared at the pointer. It reminded him of the golden clock in the secret trading house.

Another strange scene appeared before his eyes. A wide and clean road, the owner of the pocket watch is moving fast - it is impossible for a person to move so fast, so he must be riding a bicycle.

Suddenly, he fell down with the car and the man, and fell on the curb by the side of the road. His glasses fell off and his vision was blurred.

A figure walked in front of him, with his back turned to the light of the street lights, leaving only a silhouette.

Duan Feizhuo cursed secretly, this teacher is so short-sighted, he can't see anything clearly now!

The teacher stepped back on hands and feet, "It's...it's you! Why did you attack me?"

The fuzzy black figure didn't speak, and just approached the teacher further.

"My wife is about to give birth, and I want to go back to be with her. Please, don't hurt me..."

The figure smiled, revealing its white teeth.

Duan Feizhuo's eyes suddenly felt burning, as if a red-hot steel needle had pierced his eyes.

He dropped his pocket watch and covered his eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" Z wrapped his arms around his shoulders, his voice was concerned.

"It's okay, it's just a little uncomfortable..." Duan Feizhuo muttered.

The old detective leaned over to him. "Jesus, your eyes are bloodshot. You haven't slept in days, young man? Is Scotland Yard using people so hard?"

He squints at Z reproachfully, as if Z is a sweatshop owner who is trying to get his employees under his wing.

"You are too tired. Go back to the hotel and rest." Z said to Duan Feizhuo in a commanding tone.

Duan Feizhuo wanted to protest, but he quickly remembered the scene where Z ordered him to rest. As long as Z speaks in this tone, it means that he has made up his mind, and no one else can change his mind.

"I see." Duan Feizhuo rubbed his eyes and said.

"Sorry to bother you." Z said to the old police detective.

"I always thought that our boss was good at oppressing people, but I didn't expect that I was too short-sighted." The old police detective sarcastically said.

He sent Duan Feizhuo and Z to the gate of the police station, and wanted to call a carriage, but Duan Feizhuo declined. The hotel is very close to the police station, within walking distance. The old police detective was still a little worried, and watched them go all the way to the intersection.

Duan Feizhuo's eyes hurt so much that he couldn't see the way clearly. If Z hadn't been supporting him, he might have walked all the way into the ditch. Only now did he appreciate the inconvenience of being blind. Z can listen to the wind and argue, and there are almost no obstacles in life, which leads Duan Feizhuo to always think that blindness is not a particularly serious defect. Only now did he understand that it was only because Z was too powerful.

The hotel owner was terrified when he saw Duan Feizhuo's appearance when he entered the door. He wanted to help Z to support Duan Feizhuo, but Z waved his hand away.

"Don't touch him." Z said coldly.

Then, he picked up Duan Feizhuo and climbed up the stairs. The boss could only follow behind them in trepidation. When Z stood still at the door of the guest room, he approached cautiously and opened the door.

"You go down. Don't bother me unless I tell you to." Z placed Duan Feizhuo on the bed while telling the hotel owner.

The hotel owner looked at them with a complicated expression, and closed the door quietly.

Duan Feizhuo fell on the bed, enduring the needle-like pain in his eyes.

"I'm fine..." he gritted his teeth, "probably just used his eyes too much recently..."

"Do you need to call a doctor?"

Duan Feizhuo felt the mattress sink. Z sat next to him.

"I'm a doctor myself." Duan Feizhuo grinned, "I'm really fine. I'll be fine after a while. Don't worry about me..."

Something cold touched his forehead. The scorching heat in Duan Feizhu's eyes faded slightly. He was greedy for the coolness, and put his hands on that thing again. It took him a while to realize that it was actually Z's hand.

Z usually wears gloves, and it is difficult to feel the temperature of his hands. It was not until this time that Feizhuo realized deeply that his mechanical prosthetic limbs turned out to be so cold.

"Can you, give me a cup of hot water..." Duan Feizhuo moaned.

The cold hand moved away. Then there was the sound of the door opening and closing. He was alone in the room.

"Boy, are you alright?" Shi Zhongjian's voice came out. It now only dares to speak when the two are alone.

"My eyes are not very good." Duan Feizhuo said, "Will it be the same when Joseph uses his ability?"

"If you use it too much, he will be very tired." Shi Zhongjian said, "but the reaction is not as strong as yours. Are you too brave? It took Joseph more than ten years to tame this power. You have not inherited it yet In a month, it is impossible to reach the height of Joseph in one go. If you don't master the fire well, maybe this power will bite you back."

Duan Feizhuo remained silent. He remembered the story Z had told him about Jack the Ripper. That guy ate many supernatural beings and gained their power, but because he couldn't tame this power, he drove himself crazy.

Will he be like Jack too? Become a lunatic who kills innocent people indiscriminately to satisfy his own desires?

"I will not degenerate like that." Duan Feizhuo clenched his fists, "I will definitely not follow the path of Jack the Ripper!"

Instead, he wants to catch that Jack the Ripper of the North who made Aberdeen a disaster!

He carefully recalled the scene he saw through his spiritual vision in the evidence room.

Ruth saw only the killer's arm. Judging from the shape of the arm, it obviously belonged to a man. Pale skin, not working class. People who work all year round are usually very tanned. Unlike Europeans and Americans who pursued wheat-colored and healthy skin in later generations, the people of the Victorian era regarded paleness as beauty, because only aristocrats who did not produce and stayed at home could have fair complexion.

An upper class white male. Humph, that's pretty standard for a serial killer.

The scene witnessed by the grammar school teacher before his death was even more intriguing. Although he didn't see the real face of the murderer, he said "it's you"—he knew the murderer!

The teacher works in a boarding school, and he lives in the school unless the school is closed or he asks for a teacher. The people he comes into contact with every day are quite limited. If we start with his social relations, we might be able to find the murderer!

The file given by the Aberdeen police was quite informative, even including photos of the victim. However, due to the limitations of criminal investigation technology in this era, it is difficult to find any breakthroughs from physical evidence. If it is in modern times, a set of fingerprint, DNA, and tooth mark detection will be carried out first, and then the suspect will be found by checking the victim's social relationship, and the murderer can be identified by comparing the suspect's biological information. pity…

It would be great if I could go back to the evidence room and look at a few more pieces of evidence.

Shi Zhongjian probably didn't speak for too long, and began to whine again