The body of the secret keeper who came to support was hanged at the intersection of Songzi Street.
A big hole was punched through his chest.
Eyes wide open, eyes wide open.
There was still surprise and disbelief on the face of the secret keeper who came to support.
Morey gently put the body down and inspected it carefully bit by bit.
Goethe stood beside Morey, silent.
When he was in his hometown, he also had a similar experience of saying goodbye to his friends.
He knew very well that at this time, any words were redundant.
The important thing is, tooth for tooth, eye for eye!
What I want is...
Blood debt must be paid with blood!
Swart raised his hand to signal the patrol police around him to move away and to enforce security around him.
The police chief frowned, with a look of deep uneasiness on his face.
Last night, Mrs. Burns was seriously injured.
At noon today, Pulley died.
Both of them are existences that he needs to look up to.
Now one is dead and the other seriously injured.
"What's wrong with Lust?"
"It feels more and more dangerous."
"Do you really want to take a long vacation?"
The police chief was calculating in his mind, but at this moment Morey signaled to Goethe.
"Goethe, look at the back of Puli's hand."
Goethe immediately leaned down and began to examine the back of Puli's hand.
The blue-purple mark is very obvious.
Not corpse spots!
It’s the mark left behind during his lifetime!
Goethe took advantage of the situation to check other parts of Puli.
Except for the huge puncture wound on the chest, there were no other scars.
Moreover, that wound...
Goethe frowned, stretched out his hand and made a gesture, then clenched his fist violently, and saw that the wound easily accommodated Goethe's fist.
Almost at this moment, Goethe's mind emerged with the image of Puli punching out the murderer after meeting him, and the murderer also punched out without giving in.
As a result, Puli's punch returned in vain.
The murderer's fist penetrated Puli.
"Can a fist punch through someone?!"
Swart, who was watching Goethe's gestures on the side, couldn't help but exhale softly.
"A lot of people can do it."
"But, being able to punch through Puli's body with one punch..."
Morey narrowed his eyes.
As a former partner of Pulley, Morey is well aware of Pulley's strength.
After completing his 'baptism', Pulley was not only powerful enough to knock down a galloping horse, but his defensive power was even better. He was unscathed even when faced with continuous rounds of revolver fire at close range.
More importantly, Puli's fighting skills are quite good.
Combining strength, defense, and skills, Puli has almost no shortcomings.
This is why he felt relieved to let Puli go to investigate.
"Who could it be?"
Morey thought.
In his knowledge, no one in Luster could do such a thing.
Even ‘The Mist Killer’ is no exception.
The opponent's strength is strange, but his melee level is not as good as Puli's.
In fact, if the other party dares to engage in a close combat with Puli, the other party will definitely die.
Morey, who has played against the 'Small Maniac' more than once, is very sure of this.
Putting aside the 'Mist Murderer', and excluding the 'Flesh Church' which had already wiped out a 'predator team', Morey subconsciously thought of one person: the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel.
It seems that in the entire Luster, only the other party can do this.
Moreover, this is outside the Songzi District, and Pulley also came here to investigate the other party.
only……
"Isn't this too obvious?"
Morey thought about it, but did not hesitate.
"Goethe, please return to Fevli No. 11."
"You will tell Kyle to stop studying Tufu this afternoon and wait until Mrs. Burns recovers."
The official person in charge of extraordinary things said to Goethe.
Then, without giving Goethe a chance to speak, he ordered Swart.
"Chief Swart, please bring Pulley's body back first, and at the same time, send a telegram to report everything that happened here."
"Okay, Mr. Morey."
Swart immediately agreed.
Morey squatted down again, raised his hand and closed his friend's eyes, looked at it quietly, and recited in a very low voice——
"We listen to secrets, we keep secrets, we receive secrets."
"final……"
"We will also become a secret."
"Be remembered."
After three times in a row, Morey stood up again.
"Don't worry, I won't die."
The official person in charge of extraordinary things in Luster said to Goethe seriously.
Goethe nodded.
Then, he watched Morey walk towards the Songzi District.
"Should we follow?"
Swart looked at Morey's back and asked slightly hesitantly.
"unnecessary."
"Morey didn't go to die."
"If the murderer is that guy..."
"His goal has been achieved and he will not take action again!"
Goethe answered very calmly.
"Has the purpose been achieved?"
The police chief was a little puzzled.
Goethe didn't say much, just pointed at Puli's body.
The opponent has the ability to kill Puli instantly. Even if it is unexpected, it is enough to prove that the opponent is powerful and the kill is completed in an instant!
Under this premise, the other party has enough time to dispose of Puli's body.
But what did the other party do?
Pulli's body was hanged openly at the entrance of the block.
Or the Songzi District, a place where wealthy and aristocratic residents live.
The other party wished that everyone in Luster knew that Puli was dead.
Why do this?
Attract the Keeper's attention!
Almost instantly, Goethe thought of this answer.
And at the next moment, Swart's eyes widened.
The police chief also thought of this.
"Why does this guy do this?"
"It won't do any good if you get targeted!"
Swart was quite puzzled.
"Of course there are benefits."
"We just don't know yet!"
"Swart sent people to keep an eye on the surrounding area and notify me immediately if there is any abnormality!"
Goethe concealed the information about the ‘Secret Realm’.
Although he was only an apprentice Keeper of Secrets, Goethe still abided by the rules of the Keeper of Secrets.
"Yeah, I understand."
Swart immediately took action.
Goethe took a carriage back to Fevli No. 11.
He adjusted his condition to the best, just in case.
Although he has made a guess that the 'other party's purpose' has been achieved, who can guarantee that no accident will occur?
Goethe was not blindly confident.
It was a safe journey and we returned to Fevri No. 11.
Goethe frowned before he even got off the carriage.
He saw a familiar carriage at the gate of No. 11 Fevry.
yes……
Sheela's carriage!
The leader of the garden club also saw Goethe, so he opened the door and stepped out of the car. He came to Goethe's carriage and raised his hand to knock twice.
"Can you please get in the car?"
Silla showed a sweet smile.
"cannot!"
Goethe answered categorically.
"Don't you want to talk to me?"
Silla blinked.
"In no mood!"
As Goethe said this, he got out of the carriage and walked straight towards No. 11 Fevry.
Looking at Goethe's back, Silla was not anxious at all. She said in a slow voice——
