Have you had enough, Miss Vampire? It's time to get down to business.

"But the question is, is the mouse really still alive?"

Miss Della looked worried:

"According to the intelligence we've gathered so far, no one has seen him in over a month... Could he be dead? If he was killed by the Church of Holy Light, then the existence of the Dark Moon Society might have been exposed as well.

"If that's the case, the church will surely be on high alert... Perhaps the church has already noticed our search for 'John the Cleaner'. Without us even realizing it, the exorcists have already set up a tight net..."

"Here you go again, you're such a pessimist again, aren't you?" Marse interrupted impatiently.

"John, the aftermath man, must still be alive."

At this moment, Brother Miles said with great certainty:

"According to the information provided by my 'introducer', 'Mr. 32' attended both of the last two tea parties. Furthermore, Mr. 32 joined the Dark Moon Society around the same time that John the Good Samaritan stole the token from me. It's almost certain that they are the same person."

Members of the Dark Moon Society, with permission, can receive special silver coins from the hostess as a "token" and give them to others.

However, whether this "newcomer" can eventually join depends on whether the "hostess" is interested in him.

Originally, Miles had already received a token from an "introducer" and was anxiously awaiting the next tea party...

But no one expected that this hard-earned token would be stolen by a despicable villain!

What’s even more abominable is that this guy somehow found out the meaning of the “code word” on the token, and even got the approval of the “hostess”, becoming guest number 32 at the tea party!

In short, the opportunity that should have belonged to Miles was snatched away by "John the Cleanup Man".

You know, if you want to go far enough on the path of supernatural power, talent, money and connections alone are not enough, "luck" and "opportunity" are also indispensable...

The opportunity has been snatched away, so we must take it back!

"I'm sure the rat is still alive... but since he hasn't appeared in Gordon City for a long time, it means he's probably no longer in this city."

Miles took a deep breath and calmed himself down:

"However, although he is a transcendent being at the root of the 'Shadow', he is not a true shadow after all. Wherever he goes and what he does will definitely leave traces... Let's follow the clues we have and continue to investigate separately. We must find out where this guy has gone!"

"Understood, big brother!" Ma Sai rubbed his hands eagerly. "I already inquired yesterday. This guy has several hiding places in Gordon City. Let's search them one by one today!"

"I'm going to look for people who have had contact with him." Miss Della said quietly.

"very good."

Miles nodded:

"I'll go to the black market to get some information and see if there are any talismans or tools suitable for finding someone. If we make any progress or encounter any special circumstances, we'll contact each other using the 'old-fashioned method.'"

……

at the same time.

The six members of the Gordon City Exorcist Squad have gathered in an alley near the hotel.

"The target is moving." Richard, who had long dark green hair, had his eyes slightly shining. With the help of the extraordinary props that he had arranged in the hotel corridor in advance, he could see the movements of the three people clearly.

"Okay, let's get started."

Acting Captain Joyce calmly ordered:

"According to the previously agreed plan, we'll form teams of two. Each team will keep a close eye on their respective targets and be careful not to alert the enemy... Oh? The first target has already emerged from the hotel entrance. Lor, Vivian, you go first!"

11. He was happy too early

The first person to come out of the hotel was a thin man.

This is what Lor and Vivian are tracking.

According to Richard and Rachel's investigation, the man's name was Marcello, and he had a rather violent temper. Yesterday evening, he had gotten into a conflict with a local gang, using his fire-attributed supernatural powers.

Preliminary speculation suggests that his strength is between the second and third levels.

After walking out of the hotel door, this guy walked almost without stopping along the way and went straight towards the "Sewage Street". It seemed that his goal was very clear.

The so-called "Sewage Street" is a street in Gordon City with relatively chaotic public security. It is home to all kinds of scammers, thieves, unscrupulous vendors, and gang members... The people are a mixed bunch, and the environment is relatively dirty. Decent people will never get close to it.

Both Lor and Vivian have been here several times for work.

But they are still newcomers after all and are not very familiar with the ins and outs of this place.

"Ten past three, the target stopped in the middle of the road, looking around..."

Vivian peeked out from the corner of the street, carefully observing the illegal transcendent Marcelo's every move while recording the entire process in detail in the notebook she carried with her:

"The target grabbed someone and asked for directions, but the person seemed unwilling to cooperate... The target waved his fists in a threatening manner, and the person quickly backed down... Hmm, it seems he's used to resolving problems with violence."

"Is it necessary to remember it in such detail?" Lor couldn't help but complain.

"This is my first tracking mission, so of course I have to be serious!" Vivian said seriously. "Captain Ronina said the key to this kind of mission is caution and meticulousness! Sometimes, seemingly inadvertent actions can be the key to solving a case!"

Hearing this, Lor shrugged silently.

He thought to himself, what case is being solved?

Do you really expect this guy to lead us to "John the Cleaner"? Sorry, that's impossible, because I've already buried him...

Having said that, you still have to be careful.

It would be troublesome if this guy really dug up some information that was detrimental to Isabella and me.

"Also, Captain Rhonina also said that in order to better blend in with the environment and avoid being noticed by the target, sometimes a disguise is necessary... Lor, I have a fake beard here. Would you like to try it too?"

"No thanks." Lor said with a look of disgust. "I suggest you take off that fake beard of yours... It doesn't suit you at all. Don't you think it makes you stand out more?"

"Is that so?" Vivian looked sullen, but she still followed Lor's advice and pulled off her slightly exaggerated mustache. "I've been saving these fake beards for a long time, waiting for occasions like today... but they still haven't come in handy."

Meanwhile, the illegal transcendent, Marse, seemed to have finished asking for directions.

But he didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he squinted his eyes and stared at the ground, then bent down and picked up something from the ground.

"Hey, I actually found a copper coin!" Marseille blew the dust off the copper coin, threw it into the air and caught it again. "No matter how small a mosquito leg is, it's still meat... As expected, that woman's 'divination' this morning was all nonsense! How can I be unlucky today? It's completely the opposite. I can even find money walking on the street!"

Vivian quickly wrote down:

"Hmm... The target was very happy because he found a copper coin, thinking it was a good omen."

"Maybe he's happy a little too early." Lor suddenly commented.

At some point, he had a black leather-covered notebook in his hand.

"Hey, Lor, your notebook..." Vivian took a quick look. "The workmanship is quite exquisite. It must be expensive, right?"

"I didn't spend any money. Someone gave it to me," Lor replied nonchalantly. "I've thought about it and think you're right. I need to be more serious and record what happened today to avoid missing any details when I write the report later."

That's right.

What Lor was holding in his hand at the moment was the "Misfortune Notes" that recorded who had bad luck.

Ever since he got this extraordinary item, Lor has never tried its effectiveness, and today is a perfect opportunity... Even if I take out the "Notes of Disaster" openly now, Vivian will not suspect anything.

But I still had to be careful not to let her see the specific content I wrote on the paper.

"The target is moving again!" Vivian warned quietly, "Come on, Lor, let's catch up!"

A few minutes later, the target walked into an unremarkable tavern.

Disappeared from sight temporarily.

"What should we do? Should we go in with him?" Vivian looked at Lor, trying to ask for his advice.

"This pub isn't big, and everyone inside will notice us if we go in or out... If we go in together, we'll be too conspicuous."

Lor frowned slightly and thought for a moment:

"Besides, I've been here once before, and if I remember correctly, there's a back door... How about this? You go in alone, pretending to be drinking alone. Try to act as natural as possible. Don't get too close to the target or talk to him. I'll ambush near the back door to make sure we don't lose track of him."

"Okay, let's do as you say!" Vivian nodded. She trusted Lor's judgment very much.

But what she didn't know was that Lor actually had other plans.

According to the memories left by the original owner, he had investigated this tavern when he was dealing with those "oolong incidents" in the past, so he was very clear about the internal structure here.

On the surface, this place is just an ordinary, slightly old tavern, but there are secrets hidden underground. There are several secret dark rooms that are rented out to specific guests.

"It seems that John the Good-for-Nothing once had a room here... These guys are new here, and they actually managed to find a place like this. Their investigative skills are quite impressive... But then again, they're all illegal superhumans after all, and they're better at dealing with certain shady forces. They do have an advantage over us in this regard..."

Lor thought silently.

Maybe I need to learn more about this.

Arriving near the back door of the tavern, Lor first looked around and listened carefully to the movements around him. After making sure that there was no one around, he reached into the "alien space storage bag" in his arms and took out the creepy-looking X-ray eyeball.

With a thought, the scene in the tavern appeared clearly before his eyes.

The illegal supernatural being, Marse, sat at the bar, ordered a glass of liquor for himself, tilted his head back and drank it in one gulp... As for Vivian, she sat alone in the corner, keeping a considerable distance from her target.

As Lor shifted his attention to Vivian, his vision changed.

"It seems that this eyeball will automatically switch its observation target according to my wishes... Hmm, quite convenient." Lor nodded with satisfaction. "But I still don't know what the distance limit is, or whether there are any restrictions on the length of time or number of times it can be used..."

At this moment, Marse raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a provocative look on his face, and said something to the tavern owner at the bar.

The X-ray vision only transmits images, not sounds. Furthermore, while Lor's hearing was exceptional, it wasn't as strong as Isabella's, so he couldn't hear the conversation in the tavern through the wall.

However, Lor could roughly guess the content of the conversation.

The illegal transcendent Marse's right hand began to turn red and hot, and then the glass in his hand began to melt bit by bit!

"Showing off extraordinary abilities in public...that's quite ostentatious." Lor frowned.

But I have to admit, it's useful.

The tavern owner was obviously frightened. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his chin towards the kitchen... The entrances to those underground secret rooms were right there.

Marseille stood up, slapped the copper coin he had picked up not long ago on the bar, and then said two words to the boss proudly. Judging from his lip shape, it should be "thank you".

Hey.

Are you paying for the wine or for the information with this copper coin?

Either way, it's extremely insulting.

Lor complained in his heart.

Based on my experience reading novels in my previous life, a villain as arrogant and ostentatious as you usually doesn't survive more than five chapters.

12. The thief next door is crying with envy

There is a secret passage hidden in the tavern's kitchen.

Go down the narrow stairs and you will find an underground corridor with three doors on each side.

At the end of the corridor, a faint light could be seen. There was an emergency exit leading to the outside world... a manhole cover near the back door of the tavern. At this moment, Lor was standing next to the manhole cover.

"On the left, the middle door... oh wow, there's a magic seal on it."

Marcello stopped in front of a door, raising his eyebrows slightly.

When my fingers touched the locked door, I could feel the presence of spiritual power... If someone tried to force their way in, they would probably suffer a severe backlash.

However, this did not pose a problem for him.

"Uh, where did I put 'that thing' that Brother Miles gave me?" He muttered to himself, searching every pocket on his body, and finally took out a small bronze key. "...Got it!"

The key looks quite old and has a layer of rust on the surface.

Its name, the "Master Key," is a priceless mid-level supernatural item. With it, any door lock can be easily opened. Furthermore, it can be used to break spell seals within the primary range.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a powerful weapon for breaking into houses.

The thief next door is so jealous that he is crying!

"Hmm, how do you use it?" Marcelo placed the master key against the door. "Remember, turn it clockwise once, then half a turn counterclockwise... Oh, it works!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the magic seal on the door was broken.

Not only that, even the ordinary lock on the door was unlocked at the same time.

Marse put away the key with satisfaction and pushed open the door.

It was pitch black inside. He raised a finger, slightly mobilized his spiritual power, and a flame for lighting rose from his fingertip, and then he flashed in.

……

Lor watched the entire process through his "X-ray eyes".