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Chapter 92: The Murderer is the Knife, What Does It Have to Do with Me

Zhang Dashan's house.

Above the roof.

A strange darkness condensed out of thin air, and a figure silently appeared within it.

Cheng Han appeared.

This is precisely the Leap of Dark Light.

Dark light is an extremely dark light, and in the realm of the extraordinary, "dark" not only refers to visual effects, but also carries the meaning of "obscure". Therefore, the extraordinary fluctuations produced by the Leap of Dark Light are significantly smaller than those of the Leap of Radiance.

Based on deduction, with Cheng Han's current strength, even Xuan Shi would find it difficult to perceive him as long as the distance exceeds 150 meters.

Of course.

There are pros and cons to everything.

In the same environment, that is, when the external light and dark light intensities are equal, the jumping limit of the Leap of Dark Light is half that of the Leap of Radiance.

Cheng Han stood silently on the roof, listening to the conversation.

"Tomorrow... tidy up, the day after tomorrow... let's quietly leave Qinglin City as a family."

"Why? Isn't our family rich now?"

"Do you... think that I paid the money and this matter is over? Xu... Xu Datou will definitely continue to extort and squeeze every last penny from our family."

"Why are these people so bad?"

"Ah! They are... like jackals that eat people without spitting out bones. I heard that there is a powerful backer behind them. What can ordinary people do to them?"

Cheng Han concealed himself within the dark light, raising an eyebrow.

It's not surprising that the members of the Dark Fist Gang are like this.

Their background is also within expectations.

Cheng Han murmured in a very low voice, "In that case, I need to find a 'knife'... hmm, and I can also conduct a small experiment."

With a thought, the dark light silently dissipated.

His figure disappeared once again.

*

In an instant.

Over 600 meters away.

Outside a restaurant, a dense ink-like darkness abruptly appeared at the entrance.

It was not late at night, and the power of the dark light had not reached its peak, so the distance of the flash did not reach its limit.

Two customers happened to push the door open and walked leisurely towards the front.

This mass of darkness was right beside them, within reach if they extended their hands, but they seemed completely oblivious to it, walking past the darkness without any awareness.

This scene looked quite eerie.

The nature of the dark light is equivalent to darkness within darkness. Normal people's senses cannot perceive it at all, and even spiritual perception above the mind cannot penetrate its concealment.

This characteristic is called "secrecy".

Cheng Han stood at the door, his gaze sweeping over the crowd in the restaurant, making a calculation.

Unfortunately.

There was no suitable knife.

Cheng Han shook his head. "The efficiency of this search is too low."

He looked into the distance, his gaze sweeping over places with brilliant lights, using the "imprinting" technique to imprint them in his mind, silently reciting, "Where can I find the 'knife'?"

His mental value instantly dropped by 1 point.

A wave of information flowed out.

The result this time was satisfactory, there was a perfect knife in a high-end venue.

Cheng Han had another thought.

The dark light dissipated like smoke, and no one in the restaurant noticed that someone had been standing outside, peering in.

The nocturnal traveler left.

*

Next to a luxury hotel.

Cheng Han transformed into darkness and suddenly appeared.

He calmly extended a palm, pressing it tightly against the large glass beside him, suspended in mid-air more than ten meters above the ground.

This was the technique of the first move of the Nine Elements Strong Body Style, "Hidden Horse Stance".

In the guest room on the other side of the glass, the curtains were partially drawn, revealing a middle-aged man and a beautiful woman.

Cheng Han was separated from them by a layer of glass, close enough to touch, but they still didn't notice the darkness outside the window.

The woman was in her early twenties, with a remarkably attractive appearance. She supported herself against the glass with her arm, her body arching, revealing her curvaceous figure.

Such a beauty could be described as an "exceptional beauty".

The middle-aged man had a big belly, and his greasy face showed a hint of fascination. He pulled her long hair and occasionally slapped her with his large palm.

The beautiful woman had a pained expression on her face, and her eyes were filled with deep disgust, but she didn't dare to resist, only silently enduring.

This scene had a sense of abuse.

Cheng Han quickly made a calculation and looked strange, "One is a businessman's mistress, the other is a transportation official, and they actually got together. The upper class is really chaotic!"

What's even more interesting is that the beautiful woman is not an easy target. She secretly used a hallucinogenic drug on the official.

And the middle-aged official, deceived by the drug, thought he was conquering her, but in reality, he was just wandering outside the door and never actually had her.

To ensure that this was a qualified knife, Cheng Han glanced at the official with a big belly and made a more detailed deduction.

"Tsk tsk! You're proficient in everything, embezzling large sums of money from municipal projects, playing well with family connections. You're not even worthy of being called a knife."

Cheng Han made up his mind, "Towards righteousness, it's you!"

Towards righteousness, that was the official's name.

Cheng Han moved, like a ghost, passing through the glass and suddenly appearing behind Towards Righteousness, poking his finger at the back of his head.

A light smoke surged.

And then dissipated.

The beautiful woman sensed that something was wrong and instinctively turned her head to take a look, immediately freezing in place.

Where did the person go?

*

Three minutes later.

North Tower Warehouse.

This warehouse was located in the northern suburbs of the city. More than 90% of the goods brought from the north were unloaded here before being transported to the city in batches.

The warehouse was a typical place with intensive labor, with at least five hundred people working here, doing heavy physical work all year round.

Zhang Dashan was one of them.

Many people knew that the North Tower Warehouse was officially owned, but an underground force called the "Zhen Nan Fist Gang" controlled most of the unloading work, exploiting the workers' hard-earned money.

At this moment.

Inside a large warehouse in the cargo depot.

Dozens of members of a martial arts gang gathered together, with cups and dice clattering, creating a noisy scene.

A muscular man with a buzz cut and a centipede-like scar on his right cheek grinned and said, "Brothers, I'll have someone find a group of skilled fighters for us right away..."

Before he finished speaking.

The pupils of the muscular man suddenly contracted.

Just above a large wooden crate not far away, a middle-aged man with a bald head and tears streaming down his face appeared out of nowhere, saying, "I'm willing to give you anything!"

Although it seemed like the middle-aged man was talking to someone else, there was no one around.

This scene was eerie and made people's hair stand on end.

A drunken member of the martial arts gang staggered to his feet and shouted, "You... you fatso!"

At this moment.

Something unexpected happened.

The middle-aged man suddenly turned into a blur and appeared next to the drunkard. He bit off the drunkard's nose in one bite and swiftly inserted both hands into the drunkard's neck.

Blood gushed out.

Chaos erupted in the warehouse.

The fat man vomited and cried, saying, "I don't want to kill!"

No one noticed a dark shadow sticking to the fat man's back.

In the next moment.

The fat man flashed in mid-air and kicked two heads with his feet.

"Bang! Bang!"

The heads exploded.

Blood spurted out of the headless bodies like a fountain.

A large amount of blood splattered on the fat man, turning him into a bloody figure, a completely naked bloody figure.

The fat man cried even louder, "I don't want to kill!"

Many people felt a chill in their hearts.

He shouted that he didn't want to kill, but he killed more ruthlessly than anyone else. Where the hell did this psycho killer come from?

The muscular man with the buzz cut quietly took a few steps back, but shouted, "Brothers, there are many of us, let's kill this fatso together and avenge our third brother!"

A few confused fools actually picked up weapons and charged forward.

More people realized how terrifying the fat man was and fled in all directions.

One minute later.

The warehouse was filled with corpses, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. Not a single intact body could be found, only a bloody slaughterhouse.

The middle-aged fat man wailed, "I really don't want to kill!"

After a while.

The fat man's figure disappeared.

Only the lingering sound of his crying remained.

"...I don't want to kill!"

*

Thirty seconds later.

In a dense forest outside the city.

A dark figure emerged.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged fat man was thrown to the ground.

A cold voice sounded, "I've always wanted to know what's inside the gate to the other world. Please go and investigate."

The fat man seemed to realize that something was wrong and pleaded while crying, "Please don't kill me!"

From beginning to end, he never noticed the existence of the shadow and had no idea why he had killed so many people.

Cheng Han stared at the fat man and activated a part of the True Flame Seal with his spiritual power, or rather, the "Dark Flame Seal," pouring his mental power into it.

After a moment.

Something truly terrifying quietly descended.

A mysterious shadow appeared under the fat man's feet.

This was none other than a sinister shadow.

What was even more astonishing was that this shadow was not naturally formed.

It was created by human means.

Even a profound practitioner would find it difficult to achieve this.

But Cheng Han could.

He had experienced the incident with the sinister shadow, witnessed the gate to the other world, and used the Eye of Omniscience to analyze a large amount of knowledge. After multiple deductions, he had mastered this advanced technique.

The method was not difficult.

The nature of the Dark Flame was similar to eternal darkness.

By performing a complex energy conversion and resonating it with the origin of eternal darkness, the sinister shadow could be successfully summoned.

Before long.

The sinister shadow suddenly expanded and engulfed the fat man.

Cheng Han watched coldly, his mouth curling into a smile. "The knife is the one killing, it has nothing to do with me! Now that the knife has fallen into the other world, I hope the authorities can find it."

If the authorities wanted to solve the case, they had to find the fat man.

And to find the fat man, they needed to enter the origin of eternal darkness.

This... seemed to be too difficult for the authorities.

*

The next day.

7:30 in the morning.

This was the time for the patrol officers to start work.

Cheng Han arrived at the Sixth Outpost on time.

"Woof! Woof!"

The guard spirit dog greeted him warmly.

Cheng Han smiled brightly, "Good morning!"

He entered the outpost and politely greeted everyone, even catching the attention of the cafeteria aunt, who returned the favor by giving him two extra eggs.

Everyone felt that he was indeed a polite and considerate young man. Despite possessing extraordinary abilities, he didn't show any arrogance.

Truly rare!

(End of this chapter)