Chapter 227 – Surveillance

　　The color of the night was thickening.

　　The dusky sunlight in the sky gradually dimmed, dots of lights blossomed from the city, and in the forest of high-rise residential buildings, the vague aroma of meals echoed in the air.

　　Lin Qiye, who was clad in a dark red cloak, sat on the roof of a residential building, with two black boxes placed beside him, as the breeze ruffled his temples, he looked away from the lights of ten thousand homes in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking about.

　　This time, he brought out both black boxes, not only because this was a collective action, but also if he used summoning magic in front of the crowd, he would inevitably encounter some questioning afterward, rather than having so many more twists and turns, it was better to go through the trouble and bring them out.

　　Everyone, report on the situation. Chen Muye’s voice came out from the earphones.

　　Wu Xiangnan: No abnormalities at surveillance point #1.

　　Red Tassel: No abnormalities at surveillance point #2.

　　When Red Tassel finished, Lin Qiye’s finger gently opened the headset and spoke calmly: No abnormality at surveillance point #3.

　　Immediately after that, there were the reporting sounds of Wen Qi Mo, Si Xiao Nan, and Leng Xuan.

　　Lin Qiye looked down at the Rolex in his hand, it was already 8:45 p.m., from the time they squatted in advance to this vicinity, it had been almost two hours, these two hours in addition to the residents of the neighborhood in and out of the neighborhood, there was nothing else happening.

　　From the beginning of the ceremony, there are about seven hours.

　　What kind of way will that mysterious …… one actually use to complete this last sacrifice?

　　Time passes minute by minute, deepening into the night, the surrounding lights also dimmed one after another, in addition to some street lamps on the road in the neighborhood, the vicinity has been plunged into darkness.

　　Lin Qiye looked down at the time again.

　　12:58 PM.

　　Four hours had already passed, and there was still no abnormality occurring.

　　When it was 1:00 am sharp, several people once again reported the situation and then once again fell into silence.

　　Suddenly, Wen Qimo’s cell phone vibrated slightly, he saw the number on the phone, hesitated for a moment, and answered the call.

　　Xiao Hei, what happened?

　　What? Wen Qi Mo’s voice paused, then continued, I know.

　　Wen Qi Mo hung up the phone and opened the headset.

　　Captain, something went wrong.

　　Chen Muye’s voice immediately sounded from the headset, what’s wrong?

　　Remember that tavern where the fourth victim worked? Just now Xiao Hei called me and said that the owner of that tavern hurriedly booked the latest ticket to leave Cangnan and headed for the airport.

　　He’s leaving Cangnan?

　　Yes, and he looked very panicked, Blackie called him as a police officer, the boss was in a somewhat incoherent state, but the general idea was that he had been in a bad mental state for the last few days since Sun Xiao’s death, and that he could always see ghostly shadows appearing in his neighborhood, as if he had been possessed.

　　He thought it was because someone had died in his store and contracted something unclean, and resolved to stay away from this place, go out to avoid it for a while, and then come back and sell the store.

　　According to the rules of the Nightwatchman, all cases related to mysteries that involve major characters cannot leave the city limits until they are completely solved, and this tavern owner is also considered to be someone who has a greater relationship with the dead man, so he is also categorized as one of the major characters.

　　Therefore, him wanting to take an airplane overnight to escape Cangnan was not in line with the Nightwatchman’s rules.

　　Chen Muye frowned and spoke in a deep voice: A ghostly figure appeared near him?

　　That’s what he said.

　　Indeed, according to the information they had on hand, this ritual could only be used for the unjust ghost type of mystical promotion, which meant that the mystical that had done all of this was more than likely also an unjust ghost.

　　Could it be that after the Grievous Ghost killed Sun Xiao, it didn’t leave, but instead possessed the body of the boss to hide it from the world?

　　But they had also directly interrogated the boss before and didn’t find anything wrong with his body.

　　He couldn’t leave Cangnan. Chen Muye only hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and said, Let Xiao Hei and the others go to stop him …… No, pray for ink, you personally go there, if there is a mysterious aura in his vicinity, immediately report to us.

　　Good!

　　Wen Qi Mo instantly left the location he was monitoring and left in the direction of the airport.

　　The surveillance area that originally belonged to Wen Qi Mo was also temporarily categorized into Lin Qiye’s range, well, it wasn’t a difficult task for him.

　　The problem on the tavern owner’s side, although it was suspected to be related to the Grievous Ghost, the real main event of tonight was still in this neighborhood, it was fine to leave one Wen Qi Mo now, but if it was any less, the rest of them would be a bit overwhelmed.

　　They had to put up a twelve-percent spirit and monitor everything here.

　　On the silent and deserted streets, a figure cloaked in a black trench coat slowly walked forward, and after walking past several stores that had already closed and turned off their lights, he stopped at the entrance of a tavern blocked off by a yellow cordon.

　　A few rats rustled across the street and disappeared.

　　Anqingyu removed the hood from his head as he looked up at the tavern’s sign, the lenses reflecting the pale moonlight.

　　He ignored the cordon in front of him and stepped inside.

　　With the attention of the Night’s Watch elsewhere tonight, the manpower that had been used to keep an eye on the place had left, and he was the only one left on this empty street.

　　He walked through the doors of the tavern, easing his way past each table, scrutinizing every corner of the place, a faint gray light emerging from his eyes.

　　He was parsing.

　　He’d seen that video, memorized all the details of it, and now, he was comparing all of them, to the unoccupied tavern in front of him.

　　The angle at which every table was tilted, where every glass was placed, and in every position, who was sitting that night ……

　　Soon, he walked over to the tavern’s bar, his eyes narrowing slightly.

　　The angle of this bar was tilted a little bit, and where the video camera was originally placed, there stood a numbered sign, and next to it was a photo indicating the camera’s angle.

　　An Qingyu walked past the bar and headed straight for the backyard.

　　He walked to the white wall that still had blood stains on it, and after hesitating for a moment, he picked up a stool from the tavern and carried it into the courtyard, his entire body stepping on the stool, with his back against the wall, and sticking to the wall.

　　His figure overlapped perfectly with the figure of the victim drawn in chalk.

　　Then he took out a sharp scalpel …… from his pocket and cut off five fingers of one of his hands.

　　The blood was dripping.

　　His face did not have the slightest color of pain, only absolute calmness and indifference, he carefully watched the dripping blood, and after a moment, shook his head.

　　It still doesn t work …… Where exactly is the problem?

　　In a moment, he unleashed a super speed regeneration, and the severed ten fingers instantly stopped bleeding and grew at an astonishing speed.

　　He was about to walk off the bench when his afterglow suddenly glanced at his rapidly growing fingers, and his entire body suddenly shook!

　　In his mind, the video surfaced ……

　　His eyes instantly lit up!

　　So it was like this …… I understand.