A man sprinted in the dark and dashed toward the narrow alley. His hands protected the hood from falling off of his head while running. He didn't want anyone to see his face!

It was late at night. Only dogs were walking on the streets and barking at each other. Their noise filled the entire area.

The shutter of the shops were down, and the houses on the street looked like they belonged to middle-class families. Even at this time of the night, the residents hung clothes from the balcony, fluttering every time whenever the wind blew past them.

Neither the dogs nor the innocent families sleeping inside the houses in the alley expected a man to come running out of the dark suddenly. His bloodshot eyes kept scanning the alley while he ran forward without stopping, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

He wanted to pause and take a breather, but he couldn't. Otherwise, the police following behind would kill him. Even thinking about those men following him made his face as pale as white. He was unlucky today!

A few people wearing dark blue uniforms dashed into the dark alley, running after the man in a hoodie. Profuse sweating made their clothes stick to their bodies, but they didn't stop running. The man in the hoodie was the person they had all been waiting to catch for years! And now, when this golden chance had finally arrived, how could they stop?

They needed to catch this person tonight! Determination flashed in their eyes as they sprinted after that man.

"I….I didn't kill that family!" The man in a hoodie made a last futile attempt to save himself. Although he was the culprit behind the murder of an entire family, he still was young and aspired to live his life. The man gritted his teeth and said, "You all have found the wrong guy!"

"Oh, really?" One police officer sneered as he aimed his gun at the man running in the dark. "If you don't stop right now, I'll shoot you!"

Cold sweat formed on the man's forehead, and he contemplated his chance of survival. At the time of desperation, an insane thought flashed through his mind.

If he can't survive today, he will not let these b*stards live either!

So he made a turn and actively dashed toward the path that led to a dead end. Three walls surrounded him, and his steps halted.

The police officers running after the man in the hoodie frowned after seeing this. They suddenly had an ominous feeling in their hearts, but before they could think more about this, they heard the other party laughing maniacally.

The man didn't take off his hoodie, but the police officers could still tell that there was probably a grin on that face. The man in a hoodie fished out a small square-shaped remote control from his pockets. His thumb hovered above the round red button in the middle as he stared at the group of police officers coldly.

"Alright, I confess. I killed those people! I'm the serial killer you were searching for all this time! But unfortunately…" The man chuckled darkly. "You're all going to die!"

The man swiftly pressed the button, waiting to hear an explosion, and closed his eyes. He waited, waited, and waited, but the burning pain didn't shoot through his limbs. He couldn't feel the expected explosion around him.

He opened his eyes again, tilting his head in confusion. The man in the hoodie remembered he had placed a bomb on his waist that he could trigger any time. But why didn't it go off? Was there a loose wire or something?

It stunned the man in the hoodie when an unfamiliar crisp voice echoed in his ears, out of the blue, that sent shivers down his spine. "Of course, there's a loose wire. I cut it off from my own hands."

Cut it off? How could someone play with a bomb just like that?! His head spun toward his left, only to find a young man in jeans and a check shirt standing before him.

That young man had a smile on his face as he played with the wire that seemed way too familiar to the man in the hoodie.

When the police officers saw this youth, a flush of relief washed over their bodies. Their shoulders relaxed, and they smiled. "Thank goodness! Now that Mr. Nelson is here, we can catch this criminal."

The man in the hoodie froze after hearing the words of the officers. This youth before him was an important personality. Otherwise, why would the police talk to him with so much respect?

He had calculated the number of people following him. But from where in the world did this extra person come from?! The man's eyes were so wide that they even seemed to come out of his socket!

Mr. Nelson seemed to have read his thoughts. The smile on the former's face widened as he cocked his head. "I was in the shadows right behind you. Didn't you notice?"

"F*CK you all!" The man in the hoodie yelled. His nostrils flared as he stared at the young man with his red eyes. Even though one technique failed, he still had another bomb. He knew something like this would happen. So he had prepared another set of bomb just for catching the smart asses off guard!

The man fished out another remote, and before pressing the button, he grinned. "You didn't expect this, Mr. Nelson, did you?"

The young man, who was playing with the wire earlier, frowned and had just stepped forward to get that remote when the person in the hoodie pressed the button.

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That night, the sleeping families staying in the apartments few streets away from the dark alley heard an explosion all of a sudden. They all jerked awake and dashed toward the window, watching the scene before their eyes with widened eyes.

Waves of fire engulfed the dead-end area. The surrounding walls crumbled and fell to the ground. Multiple dead bodies were lying on the ground, covered in blood.

Along with that man in a hoodie, the police officers and Mr. Nelson had also died in the blast. But these families didn't know about that. Their faces turned ashen, and some of them fished out their phones with trembling hands and called the police.

A day later, the news flashed in bold letters that a famous detective, Zion Nelson, died in the explosion last night. The world was shocked to hear that news. 

Zion Nelson… A brilliant individual known for his superb deduction skills and solving multiple cases. His fandom had given him the title 'The Modern Sherlock' after following him for years!

But now that this man had suddenly died, they couldn't accept it at all!

All the single girls, who wanted nothing but to fangirl after this detective, cried so much that their eyes turned red.

This was a loss for the world, but the person who made those girls cry didn't know about all these things.

The moment that explosion came out, a throbbing pain burned throughout his limbs, but for the next second, he was still conscious. How come he was still alive?