Chapter 22

“Capturing the police officer so easily, because I am the girl killer.”

Xia’er returned to the bedroom, changed back into her school uniform, and hung the slightly wet robe by the door.

Li Qi had already gone to wash up and go to sleep after Xia’er’s persuasion. Since she had finally taken a day off, she naturally wanted to rest well.

Xia’er leaned against the window in the dim room, quietly observing the developments below.

The police officers who were originally investigating had all withdrawn from the cordon area, pushing it back another 50 meters and dispersing the onlookers.

This was peak time for workers returning home for dinner, and blocking the streets caused much grumbling among them.

However, once they heard about the connection to the gang and the murder case, no one complained anymore. Even those whose way home was blocked chose to eat at a nearby coworker’s place or directly go to the Salvation Goddess Church for relief meals.

Why did the officers investigating the case… all disperse?

Were they waiting for the investigation department mentioned by that police officer?

Xia’er intentionally left the notes, potion, and spiritual materials untouched, leaving them in their original places. The purpose was to make the “mutual slaughter” seem more realistic.

If she had taken these items, and if extraordinary powers got involved in the investigation, it would quickly be determined as a murder by another extraordinary person.

Xia’er’s goal was to keep things simple and avoid involving another extraordinary person.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the distant cordon finally began to loosen.

A figure, holding an umbrella, walked through the police officers and slowly approached the body.

From Xia’er’s angle, she could only see the black umbrella; she couldn’t see the person underneath.

She saw the black umbrella move back and forth between the two bodies a few times before stopping in front of the black-robed person’s body.

When the black umbrella moved away toward the alley entrance, Xia’er noticed that the potion and spiritual materials on the ground were gone—they had been taken by the person under the umbrella.

It was an extraordinary person.

Xia’er subconsciously came to this conclusion.

An ordinary person might be able to see the potion bottle, but they probably wouldn’t see the spiritual material resembling tendrils. Only someone with special abilities could see and take them.

Xia’er pulled the curtains and stopped looking down.

Once it involved extraordinary powers, Xia’er wasn’t sure if her gaze would attract the attention of the other party.

After all, the former high priestess Yulis could “smell” whether she was lying and even “smell” her emotions.

She wanted to minimize the risk of exposure.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned.

Just like Murphy’s Law, the more she worried about something, the more likely it was to happen. Less than ten minutes after she pulled the curtains tight, knocking sounds came from downstairs.

Xia’er opened the door. Li Qi seemed truly exhausted and had fallen asleep in the room. The knocking didn’t wake her up.

Xia’er waited for a while until the knocking grew louder. To avoid waking Li Qi, Xia’er went downstairs, reached out, and opened the door.

Opening the door, Xia’er saw a beautiful girl standing at the door, slightly taller than herself, as she was putting away her black umbrella.

Her straight black hair flowed down her back to her waist, and a pair of gold-rimmed half-frame glasses rested on her slightly raised nose. Fine silver lines extended from the sides of the frames, curving around to her ears.

She wore a formal dress with a dark purple base, looking at Xia’er with dark purple eyes, contrasting sharply with the rigid and

“Unlike Lang’s standard attire, she wore black silk gloves on both hands, exquisitely crafted. On top of those, she wore leather gloves.”

At this moment, she was taking off her right leather glove, extending her hand towards Xia’er.

“Hello, I’m Detective Aivana from the Bern City Police Department.”

“Hello, Xia’er, a vagrant.” Xia’er extended her hand and shook the other woman’s right hand.

Upon shaking hands, Xia’er felt the delicate, almost boneless softness of the hand, enhanced by the exquisite black silk gloves she wore.

“You’re quite witty,” Aivana complimented without much expression. “Did you just graduate from Bern Private Academy today?”

Xia’er was dressed comfortably in school uniform, which, combined with the term ‘vagrant,’ made it easy to assume she had just graduated.

“Yes, I just graduated today,” Xia’er replied truthfully. “May I ask what the matter is, officer?”

“A few murders occurred near your doorstep tonight. Are you aware of them, Miss Xia’er?” Aivana asked.

“Yes, I know,” Xia’er nodded. “An officer informed me earlier; it was the Heishuidang, nothing unusual.”

“Indeed,” Aivana nodded expressionlessly, continuing, “But their manner of death is quite unusual.”

“Hmm?” Xia’er looked puzzled, not fully understanding what Aivana meant.

“Two people outside the alleyway were shooting at each other. Their guns, including the serial numbers, rifling, and wear on the magazines, were identical. After simulating the bullet trajectory, the bullet came from behind the ear of the black-robed person. Strange, isn’t it?”

“Strange,” Xia’er nodded, keeping her cool and not revealing any cracks in her composure.

“Inside the alley, one person stabbed another who was visibly terrified, choking him. The stabber was also choked to death, but the true cause of death was a throat injury.”

“Someone directly choked his throat through his flesh — do you have any leads, Miss Xia’er?”

Aivana tightened her grip on Xia’er’s hand, holding it firmly.

“Uh… quite a rare way to die,” Xia’er observed the young woman in front of her without any panic.

She knew Aivana had no evidence linking Xia’er to these deaths. Everything she said was merely a deduction based on the autopsy report.

“Lastly,” Aivana stared into Xia’er’s eyes, asking each word carefully, “Can I ask how you heard the knocking at your door?”

“I knocked on every door, and only you opened it.”

“Do you have any leads on that?”

The knocking… Only an Extraordinary Person could hear it?

Xia’er narrowed her eyes dangerously.

With a sudden force, she grabbed Aivana’s delicate right hand and pulled her into the room.

A shadow quickly emerged from Xia’er’s shadow, locking the door instantly and pouncing on Aivana, clinging to her back like a stubborn adhesive. Aivana lost all resistance and fell backward onto the living room floor.

Xia’er flipped over and straddled her waist, pressing Aivana’s right hand above her head with her right hand and grabbing her throat with her left.

If Xia’er perceived any threat, she would kill her immediately.

Leaving her alive was to see if she could extract more information from her.

This would help her achieve a perfect murder in reality.