At this moment, except for Kenli who was guarding the Chanis gate, the other nighthawks were busy outside.

Dunn Smith pedaled down a few flights of stairs, then stopped suddenly, and said to Klein who was at the door while wearing his hat, "You lock the door and follow me there, heh, this is not asking you to participate in the battle, one is Feel the atmosphere, and second, you may need the assistance of ritual magic during the final search and inspection, remember, before the matter is over, you must be at least 50 meters away from us, and you must not approach that house!"

Klein was taken aback for a moment, then nodded vigorously and said, "Okay!"

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The sun was well below the horizon, and the rushing Tussok River was deep and dark.

Dark clouds covered the crimson moon, making the gray-blue house on the second floor look like a monster hiding in the shadows.

The garden in front of the small building was extremely quiet, there was no sound, and it seemed that there were no reptiles or life.

Klein watched such a scene, his palms were sweating, and his body was trembling.

He felt that countless terrible things were hiding there, waiting, waiting for a bloody feast.

Under his gaze, Dunn, Leonard, and Frye, who had almost merged into the darkness, cautiously approached the target building.

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On the second floor of the gray-blue house, there is an unlit bedroom.

A gentle and sweet young girl with a round face is sitting in front of the dressing table, studying the "complex" skin care science under the dim starlight.

Next to her right hand is a silver mirror, the surface of which is so rough that it can hardly reflect people.

Suddenly, a bloody trace appeared on the silver mirror.

The gentle and sweet Triss' expression immediately darkened, she stood up, walked to the window, and looked out in silence.

Outside the glass window, the garden is overgrown, dilapidated and gloomy, the river flows darkly, reflecting a little bit of starlight, and the nearby houses reveal a warm and warm glow.

Everything was extremely quiet, as if welcoming the coming of night.

Trissy's facial features are not exquisite in a single look, but they are extremely beautiful when combined, she looks away, walks quickly to the coat rack, and takes off a black robe with a hood.

She quickly put on the garment, buttoned it, fastened the belt, and flipped the hood, transforming herself into an assassin.

Triss raised her right hand and wiped it in front of her face, instantly making the face covered by the hood hazy and blurred.

Immediately afterwards, she reached out and twisted a handful of fluorescent powder from the dark pocket at her waist, and sprinkled it on herself in conjunction with the spell.

Triss' figure began to disappear inch by inch, and the outlines seemed to be drawn with a pencil, completely erased by an eraser.

After completing her invisibility, she left this bedroom without a sound, went to the opposite room, and pushed open the window without guardrails.

With a light jump, Triss stood on the window sill, looking down at the lawn behind the small building, looking down at the iron fence that almost melted into the night, and looking down at "Corpse Collector" Frye who was quietly climbing over the wall.

She took a deep breath, fell down like a feather, and stepped on the lawn without a sound.

Wearing a black windbreaker and carrying a special revolver, Frye, with a high nose and thin lips, carefully looked around, looking for any unjust souls or evil spirits that might appear.

He can see these things directly!

Triss quietly approached Frye, and walked around behind him. At some point, she had a dagger painted with "black paint" in her hand.

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