CHAPTER 613: CHAPTER 340:

He deeply understands the risks involved in collaborating with a cunning fox.

After all, this is their first actual action; probing each other and keeping cards close to the chest are inevitable.

Therefore, it was upon seeing the name "Rainy Night Butcher" that today’s visit to the police station occurred.

Now, with two pieces of intelligence confirming each other, it seems Chen Chen hasn’t deceived him on the key information.

Although he hasn’t completely let down his guard against Chen Chen, it doesn’t hinder their collaboration at this stage.

"Now, since the target has been confirmed..."

Fang Cheng murmured softly, raising his head.

Then the hunt should formally begin.

The sky grows darker and darker.

As forecasted, a heavy rain is about to arrive.

Feeling the increasingly oppressive pressure in the air.

Fang Cheng pulled his collar tight and quickly immersed himself in the hurried crowd in the street.

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Rainwater rampages through the city at deep night.

The orange streetlamp halos cast restless shadows across the asphalt road.

A car speeds by, its wheels splashing through pooled water.

The sound is brief and urgent, swiftly vanishing into the depths of the night.

This place is located in the old district of Jiangbei.

Red brick apartment buildings, none exceeding ten floors, stand silently and indistinct in the rainy night.

Raindrops relentlessly wash over the old walls, deepening the color of the bricks, akin to congealed blood.

At the building’s rooftop edge, a figure cloaked in a black raincoat stands motionless, as if becoming one with the structure beneath him.

Raindrops drip from the edge of his hood without affecting his posture.

Beneath the hood is a deep shadow, making the face indistinguishable.

Only when distant neon lights flicker does a sharp gleam occasionally reflect within the shadow.

Like a lurking predator, silently opening its eyes in the dark.

From a room downstairs, the sound of a television can be faintly heard, distorted by the sound of rain.

"...From tonight to tomorrow morning, moderate rain will turn to heavy rain, the city meteorological station has issued an orange warning for heavy rain, residents are advised to pay attention to travel safety..."

The weather report ends, followed by a piece of lighthearted commercial music.

The nine o’clock evening news has concluded.

Clad in raincoat, the figure continues to gaze at the equally old apartment building across.

Sparse lights seep through windows like holes punched out of a massive black cloth.

He can clearly see the scenes occurring inside.

Someone yawns while watching television in the living room.

A couple is quarreling; the woman’s figure is pacing restlessly by the window.

The gaze of the figure locks onto the seventh floor, the third window counting from the left.

The thick curtains there are drawn tightly, emitting no light.

Just moments ago, the last faint light behind those curtains was extinguished with a "click."

The figure slowly raises a hand, pulling a white mask from the inner side of his raincoat.

The mask bears a hideous expression, eyes blood-red, smooth surface gleaming with a hint of cold ceramic sheen in the humid air.

He gradually places the mask over his face.

Then steps forward, directly off the edge of the roof terrace.

His body drops instantly like a stone, the black raincoat flapping fiercely in the gusty wind.

Just before crashing onto the ground, his descending form suddenly defies the laws of physics, pausing briefly.

As if time were slowed by a ten-thousandth of a second, or as if held gently by invisible hands.

Then, his feet lightly touch down on the slick concrete.

Without making a sound, like a feather drifting down.

Only the rain hitting the raincoat made a slight rustling, proving he stood there tangibly.

The shadow lifts its head, looking at the apartment building across, and strides towards it.