Chapter 430 Wanderer
Orsay City.
Fang Xian appeared outside Dr. Miller's clinic wearing a mask.
Looking at the cordon that had been set up and the police officers patrolling the perimeter, he couldn't help but shake his head: "Sure enough, we're late..."
According to the 'distance', he should still be on the ferry, having been teleported here secretly.
After all, if we really take public transportation here slowly, we can wait to collect Love's body and attend the memorial service at the same time.
Even now, it is still a long way off. After all, it takes a while for the letter to be delivered.
"I hope Love is still alive..."
Fang Xian clearly remembered the scene when his memory had not yet been restored and he was tricked by Shara into Steward's lakeside villa. When they were attacked, Love shot the pagan to death.
"The letter was very brief, basically saying that he disappeared during the investigation..."
Fang Xian looked at the sky.
Night falls quickly.
A person staying in the cabin for a long time would arouse suspicion, but there would not be much problem at night.
The darkness provided Fang Xian with the best cover.
He did not search the clinic directly because there must be investigators hiding and watching in the dark.
Fang Xian has a better way, which is to directly summon an invisible messenger. The Wind-Chasing Hound is not only an excellent messenger and courier, but also an excellent investigator and thief.
It has discovered the hidden investigator and is ready to take action.
The followers of this ancient ruler are inherently chaotic and bloodthirsty.
It was almost impatient to rush to the man's hiding place, bite open his neck, and drink from his fountain of life.
Fortunately, Fang Xian was holding the dog leash and firmly stopped its impulse.
"Go to the clinic and bring me an item from the murder scene."
Fang Xian delivered the order.
There was a flash in the void, and the hound disappeared. Only a dozen seconds later, a blood-stained scalpel fell from mid-air and was caught steadily in Fang Xian's hand.
"Good dog!"
He chuckled, tightened his grip on the scalpel, and began channeling.
Investigators with high enough inspiration can sense some information through various objects that are influenced by supernatural powers.
But Fang Xian believed that no investigator could see as clearly as he did.
His mind became confused and his soul seemed to have left his body.
The night sky around them became even more ferocious, bringing with it a dangerous atmosphere.
In such an atmosphere, Fang Xian seemed like a drop of ink entering a pool.
The inky black lines quickly outlined a scene.
He was a doctor in a white coat. His mouth was split all the way to his ears, and his pupils were full of bloodshot. He was lying on the ground, his head down, moving in a pool of blood.
Suddenly, he raised his head, revealing his bloody chin, and his expression became extremely terrified: "Don't... don't come over..."
…
"Did you notice me? That's impossible."
Fang Xian continued to observe.
He saw a translucent "jellyfish" in the void. It had octopus-like tentacles and emitted a dazzling mysterious purple glow, like a brilliant star.
"The Starry Sky Family!"
As soon as he saw the other person for the first time, Fang Xian's mind inexplicably popped up the other person's name.
Hiss!
The next moment, the starry sky clan's many tentacles danced like a python, and a hissing .
The scene that was channeled was instantly shattered.
Fang Xian came back to his senses and chanted a spell.
A layer of black mist emerged, covering him and transforming him into a proper black robe.
"The bird with broken wings is my name. I will eat your pain to feed my heart."
Amid the sound of the spell, a large black bird emerged. Its wings were broken and its scales were dirty, but its wingspan was six or seven meters long, allowing Fang Xian to easily stand on its back.
The bird with broken wings was soaring in the air. Before long, Fang Xian saw the dense forest and the cave.
'The other party stayed here before, but not for long...'
Pursuing the vague feeling of inspiration, Fang Xian patted the bird with broken wings.
It flapped its wings, hid in the clouds, and moved quickly.
The speed of the Broken-Winged Bird was incredible. In less than half an hour, Fang Xian arrived at the place where inspiration was tracked.
"This is... Marcelo City?"
Fang Xian looked at the landmark, thought about it and recalled: "It's very far from the Olympic Games... If the investigators over there want to find this place, in addition to having a psychic master, they must also have a plane."
He removed the spell, looked at the road sign, and walked into a small town on the outskirts of the city.
Horn Town.
This is the name of this place.
It was still evening, not even midnight.
The only bar in town was still open and the noise of drunkards making noise could be heard.
"Something feels wrong..."
Fang Xian looked at the night sky here. If he were an ordinary person or an investigator, he probably wouldn’t feel anything.
But in his eyes, the night sky here, the light of those stars, surprisingly had a hint of strange purple.
He thought about it and walked towards the town.
"Get away, you filthy beggar!"
At the door of the bar, a guy who looked like a homeless person was thrown out.
A fat bearded man with tattoos on his arm spat at him fiercely: "You are not welcome here, homeless person!"
Fang Xian looked at the homeless man.
He was about forty years old, with a stubble on his face, tattered clothes, a foul smell on his body, and confusion in his eyes.
"Sir...are you okay?"
Fang Xian opened his mouth and asked.
"I have no idea……"
The tramp had a confused look on his face, but Fang Xian could see that although he was dirty, his skin under the dirt was well maintained, and there were no calluses on his hands. He didn't look like a tramp, but more like an entrepreneur who had just gone bankrupt.
"There are bankrupt people like this in this small town? Why does it seem a bit out of place?"
Fang Xian wanted to walk away, but inspiration suddenly struck him, and he asked again, "What's your name? Where is your home?"
At this moment, the homeless man slowly stood up, his eyes rolled around, a trace of pain appeared on his face, and he said blankly: "I... forgot..."
If someone else said this, Fang Xian would most likely punch him.
He even forgot his own name. Did he lose his memory after being hit by a car?
But now, he chooses to believe!
He really felt the pain in the homeless man's heart.
"It's okay... I'll treat you to a good meal."
He smiled and led the tramp into the bar.
"This guest... do you want to bring him into our store?"
The big man who blocked the road just now appeared again.
"Yes, I paid for him. Do you know any news about him?"
Whatever can inspire you is roughly a clue.
The fat and strong man who looked like a bodyguard was startled when he heard this, and touched his head: " I don't know... He suddenly appeared in the town a week ago. No one knew him, but he insisted on not leaving, as if he had lost something... At first we helped him, but sir, everyone's kindness is limited."
"I see."
Fang Xian smiled and stuffed a few banknotes in his hand: "Give me two beers and one of the best food in your bar. "
