??244: Chapter 244 Peeling the Cocoon
244: Chapter 244 Peeling the Cocoon
In a past life, Wufu, during her ti in the rcenary Corps, undertook nurous tasks: serving as a bodyguard for nobles and powerful people, stealing classified docunts, and even committing murder, among other things.
She participated in many assignnts that she was qualified for, which was why the amount of money in her personal account was more than she could ever spend.
The recruitnt for rcenaries preferred forr special forces soldiers, but Wufu wasn’t one of them.
She started from scratch, coming from a security company, and only after undergoing rigorous training and passing assessnts did she beco a true rcenary.
As a rcenary, one basically had to disregard life or death, yet in the rcenary Corps, having a fearless heart wasn’t enough.
To be honest, no one truly wishes to die.
Since nobody wants to die, they must beco stronger.
It is only by becoming stronger that one could add layers of protection to their life.
However, becoming stronger wasn’t easy—it required much sacrifice.
Therefore, training never ceased after joining the rcenary Corps, especially in order to fulfill the employer’s missions more efficiently, which ant that they had to consolidate their skills.
Naturally, this was a personal choice; there were plenty who didn’t want to train as well.
Wufu herself was a late starter and had to learn far more skills than others, which is why she had also dabbled in criminal psychology.
Even though she hadn’t delved deeply into it, grazing the surface was enough to put her ahead of the average person.
At that mont, she looked at the dense writing on the paper before her and her face grew stern.
The Flower-Picking Thief not only dishonored won but even severed their symbol of femininity, indicating that this individual’s psyche was extrely violent and dark, and that he harbored great contempt and hatred for won.
Typically, those with such a psychological state have either been abused by won or subjected to extre humiliation.
Repressed grievances and resentnt can build up over ti, eventually erupting uncontrollably.
And to commit such acts, the criminal’s ntal endurance must be exceptionally strong; they must be fearless in the face of life and death and not even afraid of ghosts and gods.
Otherwise, how could they murder so many with such brutal thods in such ancient tis without fearing divine retribution?
Soone like this, if they are to hide their trace, must either be very good at camouflage or prefer social withdrawal.
Given the dark nature of his psyche, Wufu leaned towards the latter possibility.
A person who interacts less with others tends to close themselves off more, their psyche becoming darker and less willing to et people.
Over ti, they can beco more morose and paranoid, turning into a psychopath.
Isn’t the Flower-Picking Thief likely the sa?
“Where the hell is this bastard hiding?” Wufu tapped her finger on the paper and stroked her chin, clicking her tongue twice.
She then looked towards the victims and felt it was necessary to understand their situations.
Doing so would help identify commonalities faster and pinpoint the criminal sooner.
Putting away the papers and seeing that the day was still young, she decided to first learn about the first victim in the county.
As for how to go about the visit?
Money makes things easier; as long as you pay, you can learn a lot.
She resolved to act imdiately, settled her accounts, and headed to the vicinity of the first victim’s ho.
It wasn’t until evening that Wufu dragged her weary body back to the inn, clamoring, “Liu Jin, go call the servant to bring up so hot water.
Your lady is dead tired and needs to soak in a bath.”
“Yes,” Liu Jin responded, then added excitedly, “My lady, you truly have a divine foresight.
Soone indeed ca today looking for you, asking you to et over a cup of tea.”
Wufu uttered a surprised sound.
Who would that be?
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