Chapter 861: Chapter 819 ‘I Found the Killer!’ _1
Turner’s mind was in a ss, and he didn’t find any other clues in this room. After resting for a while, he reactivated [Spiritual Vision] and left the room to search the entire Teaching Workshop again.
However, the Teaching Workshop was not small, and even with the pass Uncle gave him, there were rooms he could not enter.
How high-level of pass could a minor Martial Lord offer?
After being denied entrance three tis, Turner went back to Uncle, hoping for higher authorization.
“Have you found any clues?” Uncle was sowhat surprised.
“Yes.” Turner nodded.
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“What kind of clues? Let see.”
“Uh… you can’t see.” Turner was helpless.
“?” Uncle was confused, but soon ca up with a reason: “You need so special kung fu to see it, don’t you?”
“Ah… yes, yes, yes!” Turner nodded again and again.
“Then tell , what did you find?”
“Hmm… the missing person’s lungs were removed, and he died on the spot.” Turner revealed the truth directly.
Uncle was shocked: “Did he die in that room?”
“Yes.”
“So…” Uncle found it hard to believe, “where is the corpse?”
“The killer ate it.” Turner answered again, quite satisfied to see that this horrifying news that previously scared him, now made the NPC’s face pale and his legs tremble.
“Eaten … eaten?”
“Yes.” Turner nodded, and suddenly thought of sothing, “Were there any other missing person cases recently?”
“You an that this person might be continuously …” Uncle’s face was not only shocked, but filled with fear, after a long pause, he managed to find a suitable word:
“Hunting?”
Even though he was the one who brought it up, hearing the word ‘hunting’ made Turner’s eyelids twitch, but he imdiately said, “It might not necessarily be a person.”
“????” Uncle’s legs wobbled and he quickly leaned against the wall to prevent himself from sitting on the floor. “If it’s not a human, then what is it?”
“I’m just saying it might not be. I am not certain yet.”
“Alright, co with to see the Prefect of Wannian County.” Uncle stopped talking and decisively led him to et his superior.
Normally, as a Martial Lord serving under the Golden Guard, he should be reporting to his superior in the Golden Guard.
But since Turner wanted to access other case files, it was better to go see the Prefect of Wannian County directly – all case files from the Wannian County, including all areas east of Zhuque Avenue in Chang’an City, were there.
Anyway, practically all law enforcent officials were their superiors.
With all these superiors showing up and demanding them to find clues within a certain tifra, seeking help for investigation wasn’t difficult.
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While Turner was being taken to et the Prefect of Wannian County, Drawing a Snake With Horns, who entered the Teaching Workshop earlier than him, had deviated from the right path.
Unlike Turner, he didn’t have the patience to search for clues in the manner of “licking the ground”.
——he did not co here to investigate the case after all.
When Uncle left, Drawing a Snake With Horns, holding the access pass, strolled around the Teaching Workshop flamboyantly.
Pretending to investigate, he went from room to room, talked to every girl individual––naturally yielded no clues, so he comforted them by holding their hands, telling them that they were not suspects and to relax.
And those rooms that denied Turner entry?
What a joke! No matter who you are, Snake Daddy must go in today!
Don’t they know the saying ‘The present supervisor is the most important’?
Is the door locked?
Stop teasing, this thin wooden door wants to block your Snake Daddy?
The sword remained sheathed, just a strong push, and the door was forcibly opened!
[Basic Kung Fu] can still do the job!
Drawing a Snake With Horns forcefully opened three doors in this manner. The maids, who were threatening behind the door just a mont ago, imdiately turned into frightened quails, losing all their brashness.
Drawing a Snake With Horns thoroughly indulged his addiction to playing the bad guy.
Consequently, when he ca across the fourth door that refused to grant him entry, he naturally didn’t hesitate to violently kick it open.
Then, he hit the jackpot.
The mistress of the house and her maid were astonishingly enthusiastic!
The mont the door opened, they instantly pulled him in, shut the door behind them, and imdiately showered him with affection.
And it wasn’t just the maid, but both the maid and the mistress lavished him with affection!
While dragging him towards the bed, they were already excitedly fumbling with his clothes.
This drastically differed from Drawing a Snake With Hor’s expected response of a “screaming maid” and a “panicked, terrified mistress”.
But when they so willingly threw themselves into his arms, he couldn’t bear to hurt their feelings. Half resisting, half accepting, he happily picked up the curvier perforr and headed for the bed.
All the while, he internally thanked Cloud Dream: dynamic grading is really fantastic!
What followed was a scene that was sowhat inappropriate for children—
Golden hairpins fell out, long hair scattered, tall, shy, coquettish, red quilts tousled, floating red sheets…
Drawing a Snake With Horns was utterly lost in lust.
It was only until both won had almost completely undressed him, and themselves, just about to step into the main event, when he noticed the soft arm of the woman in his hand suddenly beca hard.
He glanced down in confusion, only to realise that what he was holding was no longer the soft, snowy-white arm of a woman.
It was clearly a section of arm bone!
He was taken aback, suddenly looked up, only to discover the two forrly beautiful faces now transford into two terrifying skull faces!
The pair of eyes that were full of affection just a second ago, reminiscent of tranquil autumn lakes, were now reduced to two pitch-black holes!
“I &%￥@#… WTF!”
Drawing a Snake With Horns broke out in cold sweat, rolling off the bed, stuttering a “WTF” several tis before finally blurting it out.
In his panic, he knocked over the bedside cabinet, and porcelain vases on top shattered to the ground.
The system prompt finally leisurely arrives—
[Player has triggered a special event, talent awakening in progress…]
[Awakening complete, you have successfully obtained the talent skill—Spiritual Vision]
“!!!!”
At this mont, the two won tamorphosed into “rose-red skeletons” suddenly transford into dust, and gradually dispersed, disappearing from his sight.
Drawing a Snake With Horns abruptly turned to look at the perforr by the window, who seed to have not moved at all from start to finish.
At that mont, he thought he saw a huge, fluffy fox tail behind her!
But it was just for a mont.
The next mont, the tail vanished like rippling water.
“You!” Drawing a Snake With Horns pointed at her, just about to yell ‘monster!’ when a flurry of footsteps suddenly sounded behind him. The door was pushed open, the noisy commotion outside instantly flooding into the room, interrupting him.
Drawing a Snake With Horns turned to see his anxious uncle, three martial lord colleagues behind his uncle, and behind them were teaching workshop musicians and all sorts of dignitaries coming to join the fun.
“You’re not hurt…” The mont his uncle pushed the door open, he was concerned about his nephew’s situation. Everyone had heard the noise of the cabinet falling and the porcelain shattering, so he thought sothing had happened and hurried over.
But looking at the scene, the final “ba” (right?) sound was swallowed back down by him—
The door lock of the room was violently broken from the outside, probably his nephew’s doing.
Now, his clothes were scattered all over the perforr’s room, from the door all the way to the bed. The perforr’s maid was shaking on the bed. Although she was fully dressed, it was clear that she was frightened.
As for himself, he was laying on the floor in just his underwear, turning to look at them with a finger still pointed at the mistress of the room …
The situation looked like he had lustful intentions towards the perforr’s maid, forcibly broke in, and was just about to commit an offence, but was caught red-handed by law enforcent martial lords and various dignitaries!
The noisy chatter silenced for a mont, only to imdiately erupt into even louder, chaotic discussions.
Drawing a Snake With Horns looked at his uncle’s expression and the crowd of onlookers behind him. He glanced at his own embarrassing state of lying on the floor in just his underwear, and finally, at the woman who was sitting by the window, leisurely fanning herself. Suddenly, he felt devasted!
Good news: I found the culprit in the mysterious disappearance case at the teaching workshop.
Bad news: The perpetrator’s fine, but I’m probably going to jail.
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