Both of them tensed their muscles, but Mrs. Miller merely stood at a distance and watched them quietly for a while before turning and leaving.
Watching her receding figure, both of them let out a sigh of relief. Red Robin pushed Red Hood in front of him and said, "There may have been a murder here not long ago. Anyone could be the killer. Can you stop charging in so recklessly?"
"So what if there's a killer? Haven't we seen enough lunatics?" Red Hood drew his weapon from his waist and said, "I'll make him regret it!"
It had to be admitted that in an unfamiliar environment, someone with a tough attitude could indeed make others feel safer. Red Robin did not continue trying to dissuade him, because he was feeling a little uncertain himself.
"Come on. We'll take the stairs."
Red Hood tossed his head and walked forward, with Red Robin following behind him. The two reached the turn in the stairwell, then heard hurried footsteps coming down from above.
Red Hood had just stepped onto the first stair when he looked up and saw a woman in a nurse's uniform hurrying down. Even more eye-catching than her nurse's outfit was the gleaming knife in her hand.
In the instant the two froze, the woman in the nurse's uniform widened her eyes and said, "Weirdos who aren't asleep?!"
"Miss Nurse, we're actually—"
Before he could even finish the opening of his lie, the cold glint of the blade was already closing in on Red Hood's face. He twisted aside at the last second. With a ripping sound, the knife tip sliced through the uniform at the side of his arm, drawing a string of blood droplets.
Red Hood's combat instincts made him duck beneath the second strike, but it