Fang Xian appeared outside Dr. Miller's clinic wearing a mask.
Looking at the cordon that had been set up and the police officers patrolling the perimeter, he couldn't help but shake his head: "It's really late..."
According to the 'distance', he should still be on the ferry now, and he was teleported here secretly.
After all, if you really take a leisurely transport here, you can almost wait to collect Love's body and attend the memorial service by the way.
Even now, it's still a lot too late. After all, letter delivery used to be a process.
'I hope Love is still alive...'
Fang Xian clearly remembered that before his memory had recovered, he was tricked by Shara into Stewart's lakeside villa, and when he was attacked, Love shot the heretic to death.
'The letter stated very briefly, roughly speaking that he disappeared while investigating the case...'
Fang Xian looked at the sky.
Night falls quickly.
Being alone in the cabin arouses suspicion, but at night there is not much of a problem.
The dark night gave Fang Xian the best cover.
He did not go directly to search the clinic, because there must be investigators hiding around and secretly watching.
Fang Xian has a better way, directly summoning the invisible messenger. The Wind Chaser Hound is not only an excellent messenger and courier, but also an excellent investigator and thief.
It has discovered the hidden investigator and is preparing to take action.
This kind of family of the ancient ruler is originally chaotic and bloodthirsty.
It couldn't wait to rush to that person's hiding place, bite the other person's neck, and drink from the other person's fountain of life.
Fortunately, Fang Xian was in control of the dog's leash and firmly restrained it from this impulse.
"Go to the clinic and bring out an item from the murder scene."
Fang Xian delivered the order.
There was a flash in the sky, and the hound disappeared. Just ten seconds later, a blood-stained scalpel fell from mid-air, and was firmly caught by Fang Xian in his hand.
"Good dog!"
He chuckled, held the scalpel tightly, and started channeling.
Investigators with high enough inspiration can sense some information through various items contaminated with supernatural powers.
But Fang Xian believed that no investigator could see it as clearly as he did.
His thinking became chaotic, and his soul seemed to have left his body.
The surrounding night is even more arrogant, bringing a dangerous atmosphere.
In such an atmosphere, Fang Xian seemed to be a drop of ink entering the pool.
The dark, ink-like lines quickly outline a scene.
It was a doctor man in a white coat. His mouth was split open, reaching directly to the base of his ears. His pupils were full of bloodshot eyes. He was lying on the ground, his head trembling in a pool of blood.
Suddenly, he raised his head, revealing his chin stained with blood, and the expression on his face became extremely frightened: "Don't... don't come here..."
…
'Have you noticed me? This is impossible.'
Fang Xian continued to observe.
He saw a translucent 'jellyfish' in the void. It had octopus-like tentacles and emitted a dazzling mysterious purple light, like a brilliant star.
'Family of the Starry Sky!'
Just when he saw the other person for the first time, Fang Xian's name inexplicably came to mind.
Hiss!
The next moment, the many tentacles of the Starry Sky Familia were dancing like a python, making a hissing sound.
The scene that was channeled was shattered instantly.
Fang Xian came to his senses and recited the incantation.
A layer of black mist emerged, covering him and turning him into a decent black robe.
"The broken-winged bird is my name, eating your pain to feed my heart."
In the sound of the mantra, a big black bird appeared. Its wings were broken and its scales were dirty. Its wings were spread out but were six or seven meters long, making it easy for Fang Xian to stand on its back.
The broken-winged bird soared in mid-air, and not long after, Fang Xian saw the dense forest and the cave.
'The other party once stayed here, but not for long...'
Chasing inspiration, Fang Xian patted the broken-winged bird.
It flapped its wings, hid in the clouds, and moved quickly.
The speed of the bird with broken wings was astonishing. In less than half an hour, Fang Xian arrived at the place where his inspiration was being tracked.
'This is... Marcelo City?'
Fang Xian looked at the landmark, thought for a while and then recalled: "It's already very far away from Orsay... If the investigators over there want to find this place, in addition to having a psychic master, they must also have an airplane.
"
He removed the spell, looked at the street signs, and walked into a small town on the outskirts of the city.
Bugle Town.
That's the name of this place.
It was still night, not even midnight.
The only bar in the town was not closed yet, and the noise of drunkards could be heard.
'Something feels wrong...'
Fang Xian looked at the night sky here. If he were an ordinary person or an investigator, he would probably not feel anything.
But in his eyes, the night sky here and the light of the stars all had a hint of eerie purple.
He thought for a while and walked towards the town.
"Go away, you dirty beggar!"
At the door of the bar, a homeless-looking guy was thrown out.
A fat man with a beard and a tattoo on his arm spat on him: "You are not welcome here, homeless!"
Fang Xian looked at the homeless man.
He was about forty years old, with stubble all over his face, tattered clothes, a foul smell on his body, and confusion in his eyes.
"Sir... are you okay?"
Fang Xian opened his mouth and asked.
"I have no idea……"
The homeless man looked confused, but Fang Xian could tell that although he was sloppy, his skin under the dirt was well maintained and there were no calluses on his hands. He didn't look like a homeless man, but more like an entrepreneur who had just gone bankrupt.
.
'There are actually bankrupts like this in a small town? Why does it feel a bit incongruous?'
Fang Xian originally wanted to walk away, but his inspiration was suddenly touched and he asked again: "What is your name? Where is your home?"
At this time, the homeless man slowly stood up, his eyes rolled, a trace of pain appeared on his face, and he said blankly: "I... forgot..."
If anyone else had said that, Fang Xianba would have punched him.
He even forgot his own name. Did he get hit by a car and lose his memory?
But now, he chooses to believe it!
He really felt the pain in the homeless man's heart.
"It's okay...I'll treat you to a nice meal."
He smiled and led the homeless man into the bar.
"This customer... do you want to take him into our store?"
The big man who blocked the road just now appeared again.
"Yes, I paid for him. Do you know anything about him?"
If something inspires you, it's basically a clue.
The fat man who looked like a bodyguard was startled when he heard this and rubbed his head: "I don't know... He suddenly appeared in the town a week ago. No one knew him, but he just refused to leave and seemed to be lost.
Something... We helped him at first, but sir, everyone's kindness is limited."
"I see."
Fang Xian smiled and pushed over a few banknotes: "Bring me two beers, and a portion of the best food in your bar."