Only Missing

The "Lucky Roulette" is more powerful than expected; even ordinary bullets produce extremely powerful effects.

I hope to get some extraordinary bullets soon, or maybe I can try making them myself...

Luther removed the Wall of Spirituality and looked at the huge hole left in the floor, hesitating slightly.

I accidentally lifted someone's floorboards.

As he was pondering how to handle the scene, he suddenly heard two footsteps outside the door, one light and one heavy, seemingly belonging to an adult and a child. The footsteps were heading straight for the door, about to enter.

It must be Emily who's back; the other person is probably a police officer.

Luther thought to himself, turning to look at the mess on the ground. There were not only his scattered Flesh, but also many bullet casings and a large hole. If the police saw this, it would definitely cause some trouble.

"Brush"

With a wave of his hand, the Flesh emanating from his body rapidly assembled, like making a robe of Flesh, creating a red carpet that completely covered the ground.

Just as they finished doing all that, the door was pushed open, and sure enough, it was the landlady Emily, followed by a policeman.

Miss Emily!

A cheerful sound came from the kitchen. Luther saw his sister hurrying out, "You didn't come home last night, we were so worried!"

Cecilia did a good job.

Luther inwardly praised the officer, then looked at him seriously, "Officer, what happened?"

"She was kidnapped by bad guys, but we rescued her."

The policeman who brought her in said this with an arrogant tone.

They should take all the credit for this.

"Thank you so much..."

Although Luther was inwardly mocking the other person, he outwardly displayed a grateful expression and repeatedly thanked them.

"Has anything strange happened after she disappeared?"

The police officer asked, seemingly casually.

"No."

Luther shook his head sincerely, "After we called the police, we've been waiting at home."

"I see..."

The police officer was visibly disappointed. He asked them a few more questions, then turned and left, adding a compliment before leaving, "Your carpet is nice, quite pretty."

Made from Capim's Flesh, of course it looks good.

Luther maintained a polite smile until the other person left.

Emily didn't say a word the whole time; she just kept looking at him.

After the police left, she hesitated for a moment, then whispered to Luther, "I know, you saved everyone."

Emily vaguely remembered seeing Luther's face when she was being Whip unconscious. After the river carried her out, she regained consciousness, and the Whip marks on her body healed. She had seen before that Luther could easily heal his injuries, so she was convinced that Luther had saved her.

You didn't tell anyone, did you?

Luther neither confirmed nor denied it; he simply asked the question.

"No!"

Emily shook her head vigorously.

She cleverly realized that the police officers, those men in suits, didn't actually care about their own lives; the key points during questioning were all about the people who committed the crimes that night.

Not only did they not save him, they also wanted to get clues from him to arrest the person who saved him!

Although Emily was unhappy, she didn't openly resist. Instead, she pretended to be naive, saying that she had just been arrested and knew nothing. The police naturally didn't have much suspicion of a naive girl and released her.

That's good.

Luther nodded. "We found your schoolbag; it's in your bedroom."

Bag?

Emily looked at Luther, slowly repeated the word, and then an uneasy expression gradually appeared on her face.

"Oh no!"

She said in a panic, turning and running into the bedroom, "I haven't done my homework yet..."

And she didn't get back until morning today, meaning she skipped all her classes this morning!

"After encountering something like this, you still have to worry about your classes?"

Watching her retreating figure, Luther shook his head with a sigh.

Inside a room in the Hillston Borough.

Fors was holding a cigarette with a filter between his fingers, pondering the beginning of his new book for the seventeenth time, when he heard a noise outside the door—his friend had returned.

Why are you back so early today?

She tapped the ash from her cigarette and raised her voice to ask.

"Capim is dead."

Hugh walked into her room and said.

"I already know. That human trafficker deserves to be burned a thousand times over in the flames of hell. He deserves to die."

Fors pointed to the newspaper on the table and said, "What's it to you?"

"That guy with the Gold Mask... he's the one who sold me the 'Sheriff' formula at Mr. A's party. He just contacted me urgently." Hugh sniffed, not liking the smell of smoke, and went to open the window. "He gave me a task: to investigate who has recently inquired about Capim."

"Um?"

Fors frowned. "That guy? I remember he's part of an organization. What do they want with the person who killed Capim?"

"Have no idea."

Hugh replied, his expression slightly off.

"What's wrong?"

Fors quickly noticed the change in her expression and whispered a question.

"The Gold Mask told me some details of the case. He said the person who killed Capim had obvious characteristics of the Secrets Suppliant Pathway..."

Secrets Suppliant Pathway?

Fors paused for a moment, then quickly understood what she meant, and chuckled dryly, "You're guessing, maybe it was done by the quack doctor Anderson?"

However, Mr. Anderson is at least Sequence 6 powerhouse, so it doesn't seem impossible for him to do it...

Inside the Earl Hall's luxurious villa in Empress Borough.

Audrey's confinement was nearing its end, and her mother, Earl Hall, became less strict with her, tacitly approving of her inviting friends over for tea parties.

In the warm, exquisite bone china cups, the finest Queen's Tea exudes a rich aroma. Brewed at the perfect temperature by a dedicated tea servant, it is served respectfully and elegantly to each member.

A platinum three-tiered stand is filled with a variety of exquisite desserts, carefully prepared by the most professional pastry chefs, arranged in order of taste, color, and texture, creating a beautiful sight.

For Audrey, it was just an ordinary afternoon tea.

Her aristocratic friends, who had received her invitation, arrived as scheduled, sat around the table, drank tea, chatted, and laughed.

Guided by Audrey, their conversation quickly shifted to the strange case that had occurred the previous night. All eyes turned to a young nobleman present, Kance Leerhsen, who currently worked for MI9.

"So why did the official reports only say 'missing'?"

One of them asked curiously.

Kance Leerhsen briefly recalled the scene from that night, his expression slightly strange.