Lu Mingfei, who studied Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

The black Chevrolet made a huge arc on the curve of the highway, the tires scratched the ground leaving a harsh friction sound, and the car body was speeding like a sharp knife.

"Old Tang, your driving skills are really good!" Lu Mingfei, who was in the passenger seat, was shaken a little dizzy.

"Practice!" Hearing his brother's praise, Old Tang's lips curled up with a hint of boast, and he lightly tapped the steering wheel, "Sometimes when I can't get a job as a hunter, I'll join in a rally or something. If I'm lucky, I can still run. Stand out and earn some bonuses."

"By the way, Old Tang, you said before that New York City has been very evil recently. What did you mean?" Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered this sentence.

"This matter... first spread from our circle, the hunter website I mentioned to you." Old Tang's voice suddenly became deeper.

"It sounds really weird. At first, an anonymous employer posted a task on the website, saying that a dangerous guy named 'Skin-peeler' appeared in New York City." Old Tang said.

"'Skin-peeler'? What the hell? Skin police? Stripper?" Lu Mingfei's English was not bad, but he did not expect that these two words would ever be combined together.

"It's the 'Skin-Faker', or the 'Skin-Depriver'!"

Old Tang said with a gloomy face, "The person who originally offered a reward of 100,000 US dollars for 'Skin-peeler' was just for his true identity. No one had ever heard of such a famous figure, but after this post was posted, There really is a guy who calls himself 'Skin-peeler'."

"One hundred thousand dollars is just for buying an identity. It's a lot of money. There should be many people willing to investigate. Old Tang, haven't you thought about getting this bounty?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"If you have a life to make money, you must have a life to spend it!" Old Tang shook his head, "With this amount and this task, there are naturally many bounty hunters willing to take over. After all, it is just to investigate an identity. It sounds like it is better than those who have their heads tied. It was so easy on the waistband...but then, weird things happened.”

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei frowned

"The hunters who accepted this mission...are all dead!" Old Tang clutched the steering wheel tightly and spoke in shock.

"died?"

"Yes, everyone who came into contact with this mission died, one after another, and the death was quite tragic. When each body was found, the skin was scraped clean and the flesh was bloody!" Old Tang said in a heavy tone.

"It can't be skinned alive. People can't bear this kind of torture when they are alive. It should be the murderer first, killing first and then skinning them." Lu Mingfei analyzed, "What about the causes of death of the victims? Are they all the same?"

"That's the weird thing!" Old Tang slammed the steering wheel. "Except for the skin being peeled off, there were no fatal wounds on the victim. Do you think this is evil?"

Lu Mingfei frowned. He vaguely felt that this matter...may have something to do with the mixed race!

"If it was just a mission to investigate the identity, a hundred thousand dollars would be a real profit, but if it cost lives, why would there be so many people going to die?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Because the employer will increase the price, he has set up a prize pool in his mission. Every time a detective fails, the reward in the prize pool will be increased by $100,000!" Old Tang turned up the volume of the car stereo a few more times. Decibel, "This mission seems like a fatal curse, but because of the superimposed bonus and the dignity of being a hunter, many people still get into it with a sense of luck, but in the end they all lost their lives!"

"So how much is the current bonus pool?" Lu Mingfei asked, rubbing his chin.

"One million." Old Tang's voice became louder, "A whole million dollars!"

"So nine hunters have died? The murderer was a serial murderer." Lu Mingfei's eyes darkened.

"Generally, the targets chosen by serial murderers are very specific. Women, children or special groups. What do the targets of this serial murderer have in common? People who want to investigate their own identity? This is a bit unreasonable... It also sounds weird to have that anonymous employer..."

The most important thing is that this matter shouldn't involve Old Tang, right?

Lu Mingfei tried to bring the murderer's perspective and thoughts into his mind to speculate on the motive and method of the murder, but there were too many doubts about the whole thing, and it was not enough for him to just listen to the effective information that Old Tang heard from him. .

In fact, he has practiced his "profiling" ability in private over the years, but it still seems that he is not as good as a natural profiler.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and squinted his eyes slightly to look out the window at the vast steel forest in the distance. The wind blew from the border of the city and pushed his black hair back. The sound of hunting echoed in his ears, and the low wind seemed to blow towards Lu Mingfei. Wordlessly telling the secrets that no one knows in this bustling and materialistic city.

There is sadness in my mind, as if even the air is mixed with a faint smell of blood.

"Don't think about it." Old Tang's joyful voice interrupted Lu Mingfei's thoughts, "As long as you don't be mean and accept that mission, it will be fine. We are neither Sherlock Holmes nor the Night Knight, we are just ordinary people. We are ordinary people, even the curses of strange powers and chaotic gods will not befall us!"

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal!"

Lu Mingfei also smiled when he saw Old Tang's gloomy expression that turned cloudy and clear in less than three minutes.

"makes sense."

…

The sky in New York is not as blue and clear as that in Chicago, but the clouds hang much lower. The white clouds cover the top of the head like several curtains that are so big that they cover the sky. New York City is a dense forest made of steel.

All kinds of luxury cars are speeding by on the road, and today's financial index of the New York Stock Exchange is broadcast on the big screen in the city. Even in the cold autumn, there are still female office workers in hip-covering skirts and black stockings holding notebooks. Crossing the zebra crossing, the boundaries between the bustle and quietness of the city are blurred.

The black Chevrolet crossed the wide street and stopped at a long intersection.

"Chinatown?" Lu Mingfei looked up at the huge blue plaque on the red and yellow archway and rolled his eyes. "You brought me here to eat because you were afraid that my Chinese stomach wouldn't be able to adapt to the local characteristics of New York. Delicious food?"

"Mingren don't tell secrets. The boss here is an acquaintance of mine and can get discounts!" Old Tang hooked Lu Mingfei's neck and forcibly pulled him in. "But to be honest, the Chinese food in that restaurant tastes really good." good!"

Traveling all the way to New York only to end up eating at a Chinese restaurant? This made Lu Mingfei feel depressed as if he had spent money to travel and ended up sleeping in a hotel all day!

Under the bright sunshine, young people walked side by side through the bustling streets.

No one knows that a curse-like disaster... is quietly approaching.