Marlos was initially shocked. He raised both hands and backed into the house, shouting, "Don't! I can give you whatever you want, and there are police patrolling around here all day. You can't..."
"The police won't be coming." Kent tapped the gun with his finger. Marlos glanced in the direction of his finger, and his pupils contracted sharply. It was standard police equipment. That bastard hadn't killed a cop and taken his gun, had he?
"I ask, you answer," Kent said. "Who are you?"
"Me? I..." Marlos did not know how to answer for a moment, because the question was too strange. Kent had come by once before, and at that time, he knew Marlos was a councilman. Whether Kent was here for money or murder, the question had no meaning.
But Kent stared at him intently. He had a premonition—a very strong one—that he had found the right person. This guy was Old Bohr.
Unfortunately, he was not Batman. He could not point out the flaws in the other man's words and behavior. He merely had a vague feeling, and that obviously could not serve as evidence.
Kent took a deep breath. The situation was too complicated. If he could not find decisive evidence to expose the other man, the man would never reveal his true face. If he intended to keep pretending, then if Kent pulled the trigger, Kent would be the one in trouble.
To outsiders, Marlos was a councilman. If Kent shot him, he would absolutely become a criminal everyone wanted to condemn. After all, not many people would believe in theories like evil spirit possession, and Kent had no solid evidence to prove that ghosts existed.
And even if he killed Marlos, the evil spirit would not die with him. Bullets could not kill ghosts.