What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

The screams came from the direction of the low-rent housing across the street.

Lin Chang'an's heart skipped a beat. He twisted the accelerator to the floor, sped to the building of the low-rent housing, kicked the car, and rushed into the building in three strides.

The stairwell of the low-rent housing building was pitch black. Only after people had passed by did the motion-activated lights belatedly turn on, casting a dim yellow glow.

The walls were covered in mottled stains, the stair treads were loose and creaked underfoot, and there was a musty, rotten smell in the air.

Lin Chang'an followed the screams and ran quickly up to the third floor. He saw several low-rent housing tenants standing at the door of a room, peering inside.

"Someone's dead...someone's dead!"

They screamed in terror and ran downstairs.

A bad feeling immediately rose in Lin Chang'an's mind. His feet felt like they were weighed down by a thousand pounds, but he still moved forward little by little.

The room was a mess, with women's clothes and belongings scattered on the floor, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and a nauseating odor.

A woman wearing a crop top lay dead on her bed, her hair disheveled, her eyes wide open, filled with fear and resentment.

She was naked from the waist down, clearly having been offended.

Lin Chang'an breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the woman's face clearly, and then walked up to examine her.

The woman's head was sunken, and white and red substances stained her hair, leaving it a bloody mess.

He realized that the woman had been killed by a blunt instrument. He touched her body; his fingers were slightly stiff, but her body still had a trace of warmth.

Based on my past life's experience of killing, the woman's time of death should be within an hour.

The murderer is almost certainly that perverted villain, Yang Xinghai.

Fortunately, the woman who died wasn't Fang Qingzhu, but...

He took out his phone and dialed again, but the phone was still switched off. He then called Fang Qingzhu's landline, but no one answered.

Lin Chang'an felt uneasy, after all, the tracking map showed that Yang Xinghai was still in this area and had not left.

People like them, with blood on their hands, know best that the best course of action after committing a crime is to run away as fast as they can, and never linger near the crime scene.

The longer you linger, the more clues and details you leave behind, making it easier to be caught.

But Yang Xinghai did not leave. Why was that?

He tried to turn on tracking again, which showed that it still needed 21 minutes to cool down.

At the same time, the gem on his chest ignited and the mission icon glowed.

His gaze swept over it, and a golden frame popped up in the window.

[Current Mission Update: Villain Yang Xinghai is about to commit another crime. Please stop him as soon as possible!]

[Warning: If the villains commit further acts of killing during the mission, the reward for purging their karma will be reduced by 200 points]

Lin Chang'an's face was extremely ugly; he had no time to pay attention to the terms regarding the reduction of the business reward.

Yang Xinghai did not leave; it turned out he had found another target to commit the crime.

He felt uneasy, even though that person might not be Fang Qingzhu.

He couldn't help but regret why he hadn't personally escorted Fang Qingzhu home so late at night.

If Fang Qingzhu really got into trouble...

"Oh shit!"

Lin Chang'an's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

The system's tracking skill still needs 21 minutes, so he can't just sit and wait for the other side to kill someone else.

But the area of ​​two streets is not small, so he can't just search randomly.

Rubbing his temples, he lit a cigarette, forcing himself to calm down.

In his past life, in order to evade police capture, he specifically studied various cases on legal programs to understand police methods and escape legal punishment.

At the same time, when studying each case, he tried to put himself in the shoes of the criminal suspect. If they could be caught, it proved that they must have done something wrong.

He mentally simulated the crime, checking for any omissions or flaws, attempting to create a perfect case.

He was a bad person, and Yang Xinghai was also a bad person. Although the reasons for their badness were different, the paths they took were the same.

Looking at the woman's corpse lying on the bed, he tried to analyze Yang Xinghai's inner thoughts, attempting to put himself in Yang Xinghai's shoes.

As fellow villains, he tried to imagine himself in the other's shoes in an attempt to find some clues.

…………

The woman's face was covered in thick powder, and her lipstick was very red; judging from her attire, she was likely a professional.

She was dressed in thin clothes, with her lower body bare, and the excess fat between her waist and hips showed that she was not young.

His large, fat buttocks were loose and saggy, lacking any aesthetic appeal, so he lost interest and finished the job hastily.

Although he finished, "he" was clearly not satisfied and instead felt stifled, so he used a hammer to kill the woman.

wrong!

The woman's wound was on the back of her head, and her body was now lying on her back.

In other words, "he" first killed the woman from behind, and then dragged her to the bed...

The bloodstains splattered on the floor and walls corroborated this.

He finished everything, but looking at the woman's loose and disheveled appearance...

Although his body was relaxed, his spirit was not fully satisfied.

Emerging from the low-rent housing, "he" lowered the brim of his hat, took slow steps, and walked along the wall, as if he didn't want others to pay too much attention to "his" presence.

Just then, "he" inadvertently saw a girl wearing a floral dress, with her hair in a ponytail, riding a bicycle, and she looked very well-behaved.

She was not very old; her skin color was not visible in the darkness, but it must have been very fair.

Young girls are just more pleasing to the eye than those old men.

In an instant, the fire of desire in "his" heart ignited again.

He started following her, walking very quietly, afraid of being noticed.

However, the girl seemed to have noticed and turned to look at "him".

There was no fear in the girl's eyes, but she sped up her bicycle a little. However, it had rained heavily that day, and the streets were full of potholes, so even with the increased speed, she couldn't ride very fast.

Soon the convenience store came into view, and it was finally a bit brighter there.

The girl lingered there for a while.

To avoid arousing the girl's suspicion, he bought a pack of cigarettes from the shopkeeper and started smoking under the shop's awning.

After hesitating for a moment, the girl continued walking forward.

This time, in order not to attract the girl's attention, "he" deliberately waited quite a while before following her.

The road was full of potholes, and mud was splashed into the puddles after the rain by the wheels. Even though the girl was very careful, mud still splashed onto her floral dress.

The girl had no choice but to slow down again and carefully cross the road.

He watched the girl's slender figure under the dim streetlights. In the occasional light and shadow, her skirt seemed to glow, making her exceptionally beautiful.

He was itching to do it, but he couldn't make a move yet, as people kept passing by.

Then the girl turned a corner and rode into an alley.

The girl's way home always passed through this dark area because there were no streetlights. Every time she passed by, the girl would complain.

Moreover, the roads here are very difficult to ride a bike on; you can only push it.

He followed slowly behind, walking on the very edge, as if afraid of disturbing the girl.

The girl seemed to realize that someone was following her, so she quickened her pace and prepared to ride her bike forward.

Knowing he couldn't wait any longer, he rushed over, pulled the girl out of the car, covered her mouth, and dragged her into an abandoned mud house nearby.

………………

At this moment, Lin Chang'an, taking advantage of his shared sense of being a villain, empathized with Yang Xinhai and put himself in Yang's shoes, standing on the dark street.

Under the moonlight, you can see a dilapidated mud-brick house in front of you.

The wooden door was ajar, and it was impossible to tell whether it was locked or unlocked.

He glanced at the tracking map; it still showed 12 minutes remaining. He slowly pushed the door open, and it creaked open a crack.

The earthen house was pitch black, with only moonlight shining in through the doorway, forming a dim beam of light.

It was quiet inside; clearly, no one had lived there for a long time.

Patches of grass could be faintly seen on the ground, some black and some gray.

Lin Chang'an walked inside. There were two doorways in the inner room, one leading to the courtyard and the other to a room.

He peered into the room; the broken windows scattered the moonlight, casting a dim glow onto a heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove).

By the moonlight, Lin Chang'an seemed to see a figure lying on it, indistinct and blurry. But when he got closer, he realized he was seeing things. It was just a rolled-up tattered straw mat.

Suddenly, a whimpering sound came from the backyard, like a woman screaming, but it only lasted for one moment before disappearing completely.

Lin Chang'an gasped, his face changed drastically, and he ran towards the backyard.

A figure darted out from the side room in the courtyard. The two were only five meters apart. Without pausing, the person ran back immediately.

Lin Chang'an frowned and called out, "Yang Xinghai!"

The man paused briefly, his steps became noticeably unsteady, and then he jumped over the wall and ran away.

Lin Chang'an gritted his teeth and rushed to the side room entrance, peering inside.

In the dim light, a woman wearing a floral dress lay motionless on the floor of the side room, her lower body naked.

"Fuck your mother!"

Lin Chang'an was furious, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He had just promised the woman today that he would make her live a good life, but only a few hours had passed...

He clenched his trembling hands, climbed over the wall, and chased after them.

"If I don't skin you alive, I'm not Lin Chang'an!"