Crows are circling overhead, refusing to leave the corpse. They dive down aggressively now and then to snatch at the eyes on the dead face, their favorite part, and then they peck open the belly to pick at the still sowhat fresh intestines. Crows are not interested in at; they only like that little bit of gut.
Yet, for so unknown reason, the crows appear anxious and scared around the man dragging the corpse, flocking above, making the city seem less beautiful.
There’s a saying that wherever you see many crows, you’ll also see the dead. The crows’ eyes possess an otherworldly vision, seeing both sides of life and death, a symbol of bad luck. If you can avoid them, do so; if not, get as far away as possible.
But now Director Mo Luo cannot escape even if he wants to. He finally understands why Pete hasn’t called him — because he’s among that pile of corpses. He never expected such a bloody outco. None of the people sent returned alive, and the Sin City before him seed silent, without a trace of movent. Then who made the noise on the way here? There can only be one answer — the person still standing before him, one person still alive.
Bang! Mo Luo slamd the car door shut. He drew his gun and approached the man dragging the corpse. This ti, he no longer requested his subordinates to act with him. Without a reasonable explanation, these people will beco another disappointing result of his work. It’s definitely frustrating with such big movents, and the results are always unpredictable.
Even if half of the gangs were taken down last night, Nicholas wasn’t among them, and neither was ’Waganai’. Now, Sin City... Mo Luo felt a sigh escape his heart, his head about to explode from too much thinking, but things were not unfolding as expected.
Not long ago, he received news of the Middle Eastern boss being murdered in his mansion, severing his financial stream without any reaction from the mastermind. This made Mo Luo even more dissatisfied.
"Hey, MAN!" Holding his gun, Mo Luo walked into the middle of the demarcation line in thought. The air here was even more foul. It was now he truly understood what slaughter ant, the blood on the ground congealing and flowing slowly like a strange ssage, reflecting a red glow on the grey surface in the morning light. "Raise your hands!"
Xiao Lin aligned the corpse at the top, tossing the human tissue in his hand up as well. His body, face, and hands were already stained with various people’s blood, obscuring his original appearance. He stood honestly, waiting for Mo Luo to approach.
"What are you doing here? Did you do all this?" Mo Luo felt he had asked an absurd question. How could one person do all this? Yet this person looked sowhat dazed. "Are you from Sin City?"
Xiao Lin nodded, then shook his head, drawing Mo Luo’s attention to the peeled spot on his shoulder. "Be honest now, what really happened here?" Saying this, he pulled out his badge from his waist to show his identity. "I am Director Mo Luo of the Palermo Police Station, now I..." Before Mo Luo could finish, a crow dove down instantly, brushing past his head, claws snagging tufts of hair towards the sky.
Mo Luo yelled and crouched down, bullets randomly firing into the air, while Xiao Lin obediently raised his bloody hands in compliance with Mo Luo’s orders.
"Your na!"
"Xiao Lin!"
"It’s you again!" Mo Luo felt his brain blanked for a mont.
"Sorry, Director Mo Luo, I also didn’t particularly want to see you, but it seems we have quite a bit of fate," Xiao Lin shrugged innocently. He pointed at the corpses on the ground. "You see, I’m cleaning up these, uh... chunks of at for you."
"Xiao Lin, how do you show up here? Where are the others?"
"Others?" Xiao Lin looked around. "Director Mo Luo, in such a small area, besides you and , there’s no one else."
"So you’re saying you killed all these people?" Mo Luo squinted, starting to calculate another plan, his clever face suddenly glowing.
"Director Mo Luo, it’s not good to make such random accusations. I just happened to be here, with so many dead people, and my profession just so happens to be a Corpse Collector, so there’s nothing strange about being here."
"Corpse Collector? What kind of profession is that?" Troy and Yelu Shou hid in the corner, peeking outside with their heads. "Isn’t your boss a bit too full of nonsense?"
"Uh..." Yelu Shou was sweating, chuckling awkwardly. Looking at his calm deanor, it’s unlikely Mo Luo could easily enter here either. "In China, we have a quite civilized profession called Corpse Chaser. In the Xiangxi region, it’s a very eerie profession, this Corpse Collector is probably similar!"
Finding it was the first ti he heard the na, Mo Luo was briefly astonished, realizing imdiately he had been fooled. He raised his gun towards Xiao Lin. "Do you take for a fool? Step to the wall, hands on your head. I now arrest you as a murder suspect; you have the right to remain silent, but anything you say will..."
"OK!" Xiao Lin interrupted Mo Luo; he had grown tired of these sentences. "If you want to take back to the police station, you have to present solid evidence. What makes you call a murder suspect? Did you see kill soone? Is this how you Italian police solve cases? Or are you, Director Mo Luo, an incompetent person?"
"Enough nonsense! Anything you say will be used as..."
"Mo Luo!" Xiao Lin suddenly raised his voice. "I think you’re dragging down because you can’t find anyone else, right? It’s fine before, but this ti you should really consider; don’t end up lifting a stone only to drop it on your own foot."
"That’s none of your concern!" Mo Luo rudely kicked Xiao Lin’s feet, twisting his left hand behind him, pulling out handcuffs from his right waist and locking them on. "Xiao Lin, you’d better behave. Last ti, the Genovese Clan backed you, but now they’re struggling themselves. Don’t try any tricks on , understand?" Mo Luo deliberately pressed the handcuffs against Xiao Lin’s back. "We’ll take this slow inside."
"Damn, this old guy!" Troy impulsively wanted to rush out, but Yelu Shou stopped him firmly. "Don’t worry, the boss will be fine." Yelu Shou sneered confidently; Mo Luo’s little sches wouldn’t work on Xiao Lin at all.
"Really?" Troy had quietly stood up, moving around to the corner where Xiao Lin was standing, holding a stick in hand, ready to strike any ti now. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please co to Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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