"Number eleven is really becoming a nuisance, are there no one to take him out in the Abyss…"
Ze Chuan looked at the withered corpse in front of him, extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand by pinching it between his fingers, and rubbed his forehead.
It had been five years, and this guy had been squatting in the Outer City, refusing to leave; he would be much safer searching for natives in the Abyss.
But this guy had plenty of time in the present world.
"Maybe his location in the Abyss is very dangerous."
As the person in charge of the Outer City's Southern District, Tao Hu had to show up too.
The murders by number eleven all involved blood-sucking, leaving the victims dry as mummies, so they were easy to identify.
The pattern of his activities was also regular, with roughly ten days a month spent in the Abyss and the rest in the present world.
