I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

It was the face of an old man in his early forties. His hair was full of silver due to the vicissitudes of life, and his face was full of wrinkles and messy stubble.

Scavenger?

Serabelle thought.

Although it is unclear why the other party did not run into the blonde beauty, it seems that Chris Wynyard is still in the factory and has not come out.

After the silver-haired scavenger walked a little further away, Serabelle continued to walk along the overhead cables with her arms crossed until she stepped onto the roof of the factory.

Call ~

Looking back at the more than ten meters long cable she had just climbed, Serabelle breathed a sigh of relief.

Without any time to rest, he walked lightly to the gap in the roof.

Just below the gap is a walkway on the second floor, which can't even be called a corridor. It should be the kind used for maintenance, with a safety fence on one side against the wall and the other side.

The factory was pitch dark, and the lighting conditions were worse than outside.

But it didn't look like there was anyone there, and there was no sound of anyone.

Serabel took a closer look and felt that the problem was not big. He hooked a protruding iron plate at the gap with one hand, stepped on the wall and entered the factory building, and silently fell to the second floor walkway below, as light as a cat.

Just as he was about to advance the investigation further, he suddenly heard weak breathing sounds coming from the first floor directly below.

It was the breath of a dying man, as if his lungs had been stabbed with a knife, and could only make a whooshing sound like a broken bellows.

And this breathing sound should be that of a man?

Unable to understand, Serabelle simply leaned her head out and looked down.

Then he saw that in the corner of the first floor of the factory building below, the silver-haired male scavenger whom he had just watched walk out was lying on the ground, dying, with a bloody boning knife stuck in his chest, and hot blood gushing out from the blade.

Serabel was stunned for a second, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

be cheated!

Chapter 97 What’s Wrong with Following Your Husband?

Serabel really didn't think too much about the fact that Chris would pretend to be someone else.

After all, the person he saw walking out was just a scavenger, and he had been following him all the way without being discovered. There was no reason for the other party to suddenly turn into a factory and then come out with a different face.

I didn't expect that I was still careless.

However, this also brings up another crucial issue.

That is - why did Chrissie Wynyard have to go to a place like this and pretend to be a scavenger after killing him?

If Akai Mari was present, she might have analyzed this issue in detail, but Serabel was a typical executive department member. He was only responsible for "where to go, who to kill, and how many to kill." He was too lazy to think about the rest.

After confirming that there was no one else on the first floor of the factory below, Serabelle jumped over the railing of the second-floor corridor and landed steadily on the first floor.

Looking around again, he quickly came to the silver-haired scavenger who was lying on the ground with a boning knife stuck in his chest, as if he was on the verge of death, and squatted down.

"Why did she kill you? Where did she go?"

"I..."

Hearing the voice, the dying scavenger moved his lips slightly, wanting to say something, and his originally cloudy eyes regained a little bit of energy.

He glanced at Serabelle, as if signaling her to come closer.

Serabelle followed suit, moved closer, and pretended to listen attentively.

The next moment, something unexpected happened.

The scavenger who was lying on the ground dying and unable to speak a second ago suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his right hand to grab Serabelle's collar and pulled it down, while his left hand grasped the handle of the knife stuck in his chest and pulled it out.

The hot and flowing blood lost its blockage at the knife edge, and instantly spurted out and splashed in the air.

It was not until then that Serabelle saw clearly that the blood-stained boning knife was actually a tool of very poor quality. The blade was covered with notches and cracks, and a few strands of meat could be vaguely seen between the notches.

Some are fresh, and some seem to have been a long time coming.

The scavenger... no, it should be called the silver-haired murderer. He howled and screamed strangely, raised his arms high, and then used his last strength to stab Serabel on the neck.

People will burst out with incredible power before they die.

But fortunately, Serabel is stronger.

Snapped!

A hand grabbed the wrist of the silver-haired killer as he was about to stab with the knife in the blink of an eye, stopping him from stabbing.

At the same time, Serabelle's other hand dropped naturally, and a sharpened pencil fell from her sleeve into her palm and was held firmly.

"Sweet dreams, sir."

After saying the last sentence in a standard London accent, Serabelle turned the pencil around and covered the end of the pencil with the tip of her thumb.

Then he aimed at the silver-haired killer's temple.

Pierce hard!

There was no loud noise, just like the feeling of sticking a toothpick into the pork you bought from the market.

The sharp tip of the pen broke through the skin and pierced the brain. After a slight "puff" sound, the silver-haired killer suddenly stopped moving.

There was still a trace of disbelief and confusion on that weathered and ferocious face, and the murderous look in the eyes quickly faded, and then the body went limp, and the boning knife that his five fingers were holding loosened and fell to the ground with a clang.

Well, this time he was finally dead.

Serabelle pulled out the pencil, wiped the blood plasma and other messy mixture on the corpse's clothes, then put it away and stood up.

This guy is obviously mentally ill.

Normal people either murmur that they don't want to die or read the name of some important person when they are dying, but this byd actually just wants to kill one more person.

He must be some famous murderer on the wanted list.

But then again, since Chris Wynyard's disguise target is this murderer, and considering the address is still in New York, USA, then... well, maybe he wants to expose someone in the FBI?

Well, there’s no point in thinking about these things now, so let’s not waste time and just catch up.

The only clue now is that since the other party has disguised himself as a silver-haired killer and wants to hook someone in the FBI, there is a high probability that he has already released the news and is ready to hang around in this area waiting for the fish to take the bait.

That means you won’t go too far.

With her mind made up, Serabelle briefly recalled the direction in which the silver-haired killer disguised as Chris Wynyard had left and prepared to chase after him.

But just as he turned around, a familiar figure appeared at the factory door.

Under the night sky, the evening breeze blows, ruffling the beauty's long curly hair.

Serabelle never expected that Yukiko would appear here at this time.

"Sera-kun?"

Yukiko was stunned when she saw the young man turning towards her with bloodstains on his body.

Then she turned her attention to the corpse beside her.

"Um, is he...dead?"

Serabell exhaled lightly and hummed.

"When I arrived, he was almost dead. He was stabbed in the chest. The person who did it was probably——"

He shrugged and said nothing more, leaving everything unsaid.

"Compared to this, why are you here, Sister Yukiko?"

According to the plot in the soap opera, the hero should slowly walk towards the heroine and try to explain, but the heroine is so mentally shocked by the scene in front of her that she screams and runs away.

But at this moment, neither Serabel nor Yukiko were in a hurry to close the distance.

After all, there is a precedent there, and Serabel cannot guarantee that the Yukiko in front of her is the real Yukiko.

It would be funny if he approached rashly and was attacked at close range by Chris Wynyard in disguise.

"How did I get here..."

When this topic was mentioned, Yukiko suddenly revealed a familiar malicious smile after a successful prank, and gave a thumbs up firmly.

"Of course I followed the navigation!"

Ok?

Serabelle was stunned.

"You put a tracker on me?"

"No, no, how could I do that kind of thing! It's the location of the mobile phone, the location of the mobile phone!"

Yukiko quickly waved her hands to explain and clarify, then took out her mobile phone and showed the tracking location app she used to check Serabelle's location.

That is not a positioning system at all, it is just an official mobile business office.

What she called a cell phone location service was actually a relative cell phone location service recently launched by the business office. During the time when Serabelle was posting flyers everywhere, you could often see business offices promoting this thing.

And it is quite popular, and many people have applied for this service.

But the problem is that it's usually housewives who order this service... to monitor whether their husbands are cheating.

Chapter 98 It's the Female Agent Yukiko

After clarifying the causes and consequences, both sides temporarily let down their guard against each other.

Yukiko came to Serabelle's side and looked at the silver-haired murderous demon who was lying motionless on the ground with his pupils beginning to dilate.

"It was Sharon...ah no, it was Chris who killed him, right...eh?"

As if she suddenly realized something, the older girl was stunned for a moment.

Then, ignoring the foul smell emanating from the corpse due to not having a bath for a long time, she moved a little closer to take a closer look, and then let out a fierce hiss as if she was gasping for air.

"what happened?"

Serabelle noticed her abnormality and asked.

Yukiko opened her mouth slightly and pointed at the silver-haired killer who was lying on the ground and had lost his breath.

"U-Um, Sera-kun, you just said Chris killed him and then disguised himself as him, right?"

"Ah."

"I saw this person on my way here just now. Although I only caught a glimpse from a distance, I can be sure that he is exactly the same as this person."

"……Um?"

A golden question mark appeared above Serabelle's head.

Yukiko said firmly: "In this case, the one I saw must be Chris herself!"

Theoretically, this is true...

After looking at each other, Serabelle uttered two words.

"where?"

"Follow me, they shouldn't have gone far!"

Without any hesitation, Yukiko stood up first and walked out the door.

Serabelle followed closely behind.

The two of them walked out of the factory one after the other. Since this area had been completely abandoned, there was no water and electricity bureau to supply water and electricity here. All the street lights were off, and the only light came from the stars in the night sky above their heads.

Yukiko led the way quite quickly. Serabel thought that she had already entered retirement after retiring from the entertainment industry for so many years, but she didn't expect that her physical strength was still good.

This walking speed is at least faster than that of 70 percent of students whose cervical spines are bent by their studies.

"So Sister Yukiko, not only did you witness the direction the other party left, but you also managed to avoid being discovered by him?"

"Of course, who do you think I am, sister?"

Walking in the steel maze of abandoned factories, the empty space and the blowing evening breeze made the sound of the two people's conversation less obvious.

Yukiko proudly raised her thumb and pointed at herself: "Sister, I have acted in spy movies before, so I know a little bit about the action elements that a spy should know~"

"You teach this when making a movie?" Serabelle found it a little unbelievable.

Logically speaking, for things like movies and TV series, isn't it just a matter of inviting a few popular stars, putting on a shell of a certain theme, and then starting with the same old love story?