The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 441 Traces
"This is it. From the time the accident happened until now, I have sealed the scene tightly and dared not move anything."

Leading a few people to a secluded residence a few streets away from the club, Pete took out the key with a bitter face.

"I prepared the best house and the best food, but I was afraid that I would not be able to entertain you well enough. Who would have thought..."

Walking through the porch, two faint waves, one warm and one cool, passed by each other. Feeling the slight tingling sensation on the surface of his skin, Zhu Mingyao nodded slightly in agreement.

"In addition to the warning barrier, an anti-biological force field was added to repel insects. You are very thoughtful."

"That's not the case. The insect repellent array was set up by Miss Catherine herself. It's quite expensive and she is very particular about the quality of life." Pete twisted his fat body to lead the way, turned back and grinned, revealing a few yellow teeth.

"You have to control costs when doing business. Even if you have distinguished customers, you can't lose money."

The bedroom door opened, and slightly turbid air wafted out, proving that no one had visited in recent days.

Zhu Mingyao pointed casually, and the thick velvet curtains moved automatically without wind, blocking the view from the outside. Then a clear white light came on and broke through the darkness.

The bedroom has been carefully renovated to be spacious and comfortable, with simple and elegant furnishings. The brown-red oak floor is spliced ​​into beautiful geometric patterns, two large suitcases are placed side by side in the corner, and a few bold and gorgeous summer clothes are randomly scattered on the sofa, adding a bit of casualness and vitality to the room.

The spacious double bed is located in the middle of the room. A linen towel is casually draped on the bedside table, and the white and soft quilt is slightly raised in the middle, as if the owner is still sleeping soundly in bed.

A glimmer of yellow light appeared at the edge of the latex pillow. Zhu Mingyao stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and more than a dozen shiny little ring-shaped gadgets floated up.

These plain gold rings have become smooth and shiny after years of playing. Their original owners seemed to prefer to regard them as toys rather than just wearing them as jewelry.

"It seems that Miss Catherine, who is known as the Dragon Lady, is very wealthy. She even sleeps with gold in her arms." Thinking of the fact that she set up the magic circle at her own expense just to sleep more comfortably, he raised his eyebrows.

"It's a matter of course." Nick looked around carefully, trying to find some clues.

"Although you Asians have always believed that the [Drag Heel] cannot be compared with those oriental mythical beasts, in the classification of extraordinary creatures, it is still at the top of the sequence."

"Even if Miss Dragon Girl only inherited a trace of blood, her strength is far beyond that of ordinary aliens. Money is of course a small matter. As for the little collecting quirk that comes with it, it is just a harmless hobby." He opened a reconnaissance magic device and looked around carefully.

"Besides, I have a father who is a Lord. Even if I want to cover my bed with gold coins like my ancient ancestors who lived in the caves, I can do it if I try hard."

"Alas, that's where it all goes wrong!"

The rat boss had a look of grief and anger on his face, and his resentment was so deep that it almost burst out of his forehead.

"Her father got the news and came to Portland today to ask for my release. If she wasn't an alien and worried about official interference, he would have come here in a big way long ago."

There were no signs of damage in the room, and the warning barrier outside proved that no one had gone out. The person involved did not have any spatial abilities, so it was basically certain that he disappeared here. The two of them checked it out and came to the same conclusion.

"Where are the traces of battle you mentioned?" Nick looked around and asked with a frown.

"That's it!" Pete pointed to the seemingly blank area on the bed sheet. Seeing that he was still confused, he simply circled a piece with his palm. Nick then saw that the piece of fabric was slightly darker than the color next to it, showing a very light red, as if it had been wetted by some liquid.

Zhu Mingyao twisted his fingers gently, and as he calmed his mind, a subtle and vague element of restlessness danced on his fingertips, its nature was hot, like flames.

"Is it saliva?" A guess flashed through his mind and he blurted it out.

The wet marks appeared on the head and chest near the pillow, not between the legs, so this definitely couldn't be my period coming to visit.

"You have a sharp eye." Peter shrank his thick neck and explained in a nervous tone:
"The saliva of dragon vein sorcerers can help burn things. They like to use it as a material for their fire breath spells to increase their lethality. Fortunately, we ratmen have a keen sense of smell, otherwise it would be difficult for someone else to detect it."

A hazy light shone down, and the floor suddenly began to vibrate slightly. Amid the surging invisible earth energy that was as sticky as water, the golden robe of the fairy boy, symbolizing the central loess, floated in the air and appeared faintly.

In the cracks between the wooden boards surrounding the bed, tiny dust particles that were almost imperceptible to the naked eye slowly rose up. They floated in the air with a wonderful rhythm, as if silently conveying some kind of message.

"Except Miss Catherine, no living creature has approached this bed from that day to now." Zhu Mingyao organized his words and used the information he had discovered to bring himself back to the scene at that time.

…After checking in, she first took off her clothes to wash off the dust from the journey, and then went straight to bed to rest.

However, just as she was deep in her sweet dream, some mysterious attack suddenly came! The Dragon Girl was about to spit out a breath of resistance when she suddenly disappeared into thin air, and even the shape of the quilt did not change much.

"Is it true that he traveled through dreams?" Zhu Mingyao pondered in silence, Freddy's hideous and ugly face reappearing in his mind.

"But there is still no evil power left. How did it do that..."

Regardless of whether Freddy was categorized as a demon or an undead, the nature of his power was extremely clear. With his current state of mind, it was impossible for him not to notice any clues of the corrupt aura peculiar to dark monsters.

"You two! Gentlemen!" Just as he was thinking hard, the rat boss suddenly shouted in panic.

A crystal rune on his hand flickered, and a panicked cry for mercy came from Faithful.

"Miss Catherine's father has detained all the employees and property of my club. I have one hour to see him. Please save me."

The fat on Pete's face trembled and he almost cried on the spot. If the matter got out of hand, even if he could escape with his life, his life's foundation would be ruined.

Zhu Mingyao and Nick looked at each other and exchanged opinions tacitly.

"It's a good opportunity to meet him and ask for some relevant clues." Zhu Mingyao smiled indifferently.

Nick's attitude was more direct:
"Although I can fully understand how impatient a father who lost his daughter would be, Portland is under my jurisdiction after all. Not to mention a dragon vein sorcerer, even if you are a real fire dragon, you can't kill people indiscriminately."

(End of this chapter)