A police car pulled away from Holy Radiance High School.
The old inspector drove, while Li, the Funeral Society member, sat in the passenger seat after changing out of his mourning clothes.
With his mask off, Li looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, the sort people forgot after a single glance. Yet the old inspector kept stealing looks at him out of the corner of his eye.
Thirty years of detective work allowed the old inspector to sense clearly just how frightening the man was.
Still, most of his attention remained on the back seat.
Qin Ran sat at an angle, leaning against his enormous backpack.
He appeared to be dozing, but even an occasional movement from him was enough to set their hearts pounding.
If the Funeral Society member beside the inspector could be called dangerous, then Qin Ran behind him was...
A natural disaster!
Which was more dangerous: a lurking venomous snake or a typhoon that could ravage the land at any moment?
Even a child knew the answer.
In fact, the old inspector was not alone in feeling this way. Li, the Funeral Society member, felt the same.
For him, the feeling was even more tangible.
With strength beyond that of ordinary people and senses they could scarcely hope to match, Li felt as though an ancient demon were behind him, watching him.
The feeling was truly unbearable.
If he could, he would have jumped out of the car.
But he had to endure it.
And Qin Ran?
He seemed completely oblivious.
As he released a faint trace of demonic aura, he inspected the loot from the Rending Blade Ghost and what Li had called his reward.
The former was a peculiarly shaped Chinese kitchen knife.
It was small but heavy, with an edge divided into two