Slaughterhouse

Qin Ran watched the figure enter the house belonging to Kalkin's informant, then followed without a sound.

Only after he was sure the person had moved away from the door did Qin Ran carefully push it open.

The house had only one floor, but it covered a sizeable area. Seven or eight rooms stood along a corridor that was neither narrow nor wide.

Fortunately, from where he stood in the entryway, Qin Ran could see straight to the end.

At the same time, a sharp stench of blood hit him.

It was as though he had walked into a slaughterhouse rather than an ordinary home.

The heavy smell came from the room at the end of the corridor.

Qin Ran approached cautiously.

The silenced [MI-02] pistol appeared in his hand.

He could not tell who had entered ahead of him, but anyone showing up here now warranted caution.

The farther he went, the stronger the smell of blood became.

There was another pungent odor too. It was not a stench, but it burned his nose.

Qin Ran held his breath and continued forward.

He wondered how many corpses it would take to produce so much blood. In this summer heat, the place would probably start to stink by the next day.

Creak. Creak.

Even through the door, Qin Ran clearly heard the floorboards groaning under someone's weight.

A moment later, the sound moved toward the door.

Qin Ran immediately slipped into the shadows beside it.

Creeeak.

The door swung open.

A figure emerged.

From the figure's height and build, Qin Ran recognized the person he had seen earlier.

That extraordinary height and bulky frame made the person impossible to mistake.

The figure looked cramped in a corridor that would have been spacious for anyone else.

But Qin Ran's gaze soon