The villain, caught in a chaotic situation, only wants to boost his popularity.

「咦？」牧镜身旁的雪华轻声念出屏幕上的标注，「1、2、3、4、6、7、8、9、10、11区？」

"That's right, only the fifth and twelfth districts haven't had any cases." Mu Jing nodded.

Yan Li, standing to the side, scoffed, "How could it be such a simple ceremony? Are you saying they'll actually show up in these two districts tonight? That's ridiculous!"

"No, to be more precise, this Demon Contract Master will definitely appear in District Twelf tonight!" Mu Jing said with certainty.

As for why he was bound to appear in District 5 tonight, it wasn't some kind of district rule. He drew the target before shooting the arrow—he knew the guy's location from the start.

"Why?" Xuehua asked obediently, her eyes full of trust.

"In the normal order, the crime scene should have progressed from District 1 to District 11, but the ritual deliberately skipped District 5." Mu Jing pointed to District 5 on the map:

"There is only one truth: there must be undiscovered victim remains in the Fifth District. Yesterday, the Demon Pactee was supposed to complete the ritual in the Fifth District before heading to the Twelfth District, but he happened to encounter the Agile Operator and was forced to interrupt his journey."

Xuehua nodded like a docile kitten, her eyes brightening: "So, she'll definitely go to District Twelf tonight to complete the ceremony?"

"That's utter nonsense!" Yan Li scoffed. "The Demon Contracters aren't idiots. How could they rigidly follow a set order to commit their crimes?"

And they'd abandon District Twelf just because they encountered a quick-thinking individual? Do they even leave work on time? These districts might just be coincidences; you can't prove there's a body in District Five!"

Meanwhile, the [real-world comment section] was also filled with complaints:

Here it comes, the classic line: "The cunning frog keeps touching your belly!"

"I can't believe my eyes! I thought Prison Mirror would have some kind of god-like deduction, but this is all? It's more plausible that all ten bodies are male, and the 12th ward has the fewest men, so we'll definitely go there tonight."

"The original poster's guess makes more sense than the prison mirror's—the victim in District 11 was quick-witted (female), so maybe the next target will also be a woman, and District 12 has a high density of women?"

"Hajime is smart enough to fight, but asking him to solve cases is asking too much of him."

"But the production team wouldn't film meaningless scenes, right? Let's wait for a plot twist."

"Anyway, I think Prison Mirror is definitely right. How could he guess randomly like Prison Eagle?"

"One fan is worth ten haters, bro, you seem to be going too far! Are you implicated by the 'Liao Jing' incident? You support him so much!"

"Stacking NMD heads!!!"

Instantly, the comment section erupted into a "friendly" argument.

Just as Mu Jing was about to "explain," his old, specially made phone suddenly lit up.

She tapped the screen to answer the call, turned on speakerphone, and immediately heard an urgent report from the receiver: "Chief! We just found a body in the Fifth District, which has also been drained of its spiritual energy and blood!"

Everyone present immediately fell silent.

Xuehua turned to look at Mujing, her eyes filled with admiration.

After a while, he revealed a relieved expression of "I knew it";

Yan Li opened his mouth, but in the end only managed to utter a weak mutter: "Maybe... it's just a coincidence."

The doubt on Min Su's face gradually faded, and her gaze toward Mu Jing showed more approval.

Even Mu Jing thought the timing was too coincidental—

I hadn't even fired a shot yet, how come you fell down first, Rock Force Operator?

Honestly, those deductions I just made up were pure fabrication—the Fifth District will definitely be able to find the body, because this incident is much more serious than we imagined.

And it will become more and more serious as time goes by.

At this moment, the [real-world comment section] was completely flooded with messages:

"Wow, that was perfect timing! Everyone stand up!"

"It's not that using your brain to reason is bad, it's just that copying the answers directly from the prison mirror is more cost-effective!!"

"From slandering God, questioning God, to finally trusting God, it only takes three seconds!"

"Brothers, I can't take it anymore! Xiaoxue looking at the prison mirror with such adoration is just too cute!!!"

"Hey you haters up front, come out and say something!!!"

Mu Jing glanced at the comments and sighed silently: How come these guys in the comments group have even less principle than him!

"We shouldn't delay, let's go to the twelfth district for an on-site investigation first." Mu Jing composed himself and spoke first.

"Okay!" Xuehua responded immediately and took his arm tightly.

"Hmph, just a lucky break," Yan Li muttered under his breath, but still stood up. "I won't consider it a win until I catch the murderer myself!"

Sui Jiu smiled gently and said, "Xiao Jing, Xiao Xue, Xiao Min, Xiao Yan, you can go and investigate with peace of mind. The routine patrols in the other areas will be doubled tonight to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

…………

As night deepens, the 12th district, the commercial street, and the neon lights appear one after another.

"No, Captain, Vice Captain, although I really want to believe you!" Min Su's face had regained some rosy glow, no longer as dry and withered as it had been in the afternoon, and her complexion had improved considerably.

"But aren't we shopping right now?! We're shopping, aren't we?!"

She was holding her forehead, looking at the scene before her with a helpless expression, and tugged at Yan Li's sleeve: "Xiao Yan, we're on a mission."

With a candied hawthorn skewer stuffed in his mouth, Yan Li mumbled, "If it weren't for Miss Xue's sake, I wouldn't bother wandering around with this kid... One more skewer and I'll start investigating seriously!"

Mu Jing casually handed over a string of candied hawthorns, saying in a flat tone, "Try it, it's a specialty of the Twelfth District."

"Vice Captain! You need to do something about the Captain!" Min Su turned to look at the white-haired girl who was holding Mu Jing's arm, her eyes full of pleading.

"Captain Guan Guan..." Xuehua was frowning as she watched Mu Jing hand a candied hawthorn to Yan Li.

Hearing this, her cheeks flushed instantly, a happy smile spreading across her eyes. She murmured softly, "Does everyone think we're already husband and wife?"

"Forget it, there's no hope." Min Su looked at the strange trio and completely gave up struggling.

This is no special task force, it's clearly a tourist group out for food, drinks and fun!

The group wandered aimlessly as the night grew darker and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually dwindled.

The once noisy shouts and laughter have vanished without a trace.

Only the soft rustling of the evening breeze across the street remained, carrying a hint of gloom.

"It's black mist!" Min Su's muscles tensed suddenly, her pupils contracted, and her voice carried an imperceptible anger—she would never forget the humiliation brought by that black mist.

As soon as the words were spoken, a thick, inky fog spread out from the street corner, rapidly expanding and growing denser, like an invisible giant net slowly enveloping the four of them...

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