November 17, late at night

The snow began to fall after supper. From November to January, when it was raining and snowing, some green trees on the street had been wrapped with straw ropes to keep warm. Many shops outside the benches for free for pedestrians were covered with plastic cloth by the staff hired by the government, and will be reclaimed in the early morning tomorrow.

"It's a snowy day and it's a busy job... It's just me who feels very comfortable."

Kylot stood on the corner of the street, looking at the house not far away, reached out to pick up two or three snowflakes, watched them turn into a pool of water in the palm of his hand, wiped the small water droplets from his clothes, put on a hat and went to the sheriff's house. Recently, he seemed to be responsible for serial murders, which made him always come back very late, so the light on the first floor of the house was still on, and the light on the side should be the bedroom location lit up more than an hour ago, and then went out after a while. Thinking about it, his child should be sleeping.

There was still someone walking around in the living room on the first floor. It was the sheriff's wife. It seemed that the husband and wife of the sheriff's husband and wife were quite happy. At least his wife was willing to wait for him to come back late at night. Kylot's plan was to wait for the sheriff to come home and talk to him, hoping to know something he wanted to know in a peaceful and harmonious way, and then leave as if he had never been to this place.

A vehicle came from a distance, with a car with a license plate on the garrison station. The garrison station specially equipped the sheriff with treatment, and can receive special care from the traffic police when driving on the street.

The sheriff parked his vehicle in the garage. Kellot knew this man, not only in the photo. The two had a relationship with the murder scene in the alley where Kellot identified the female murderer. Originally, Kellot wanted to rely on that line to exchange information about the Herman family, but the subsequent help from Windsor made him know that there was no information about the Herman family in the garrison, and he was ready to give up this line. Now he met again by chance.

Tired and somewhat confusingly panicked. This is the situation in the sheriff's current state. He stopped halfway through the garage door and went in to check. After coming out, he looked around in front of the door. Even when he opened the door, he looked around on alert. There was a folder under his armpit, which seemed very important. He kept pressing it with one hand, and it took him some time to open the door.

"Strange... A sheriff is so panicked in his own jurisdiction. He can't know that I'm going to visit him, but the news leaked? It shouldn't be that how could Windsor spread the news? Seeing that he was like this, he was obviously guarding against someone.

Seeing the person entering the door, Kylot stopped thinking and came out of the street corner to come to visit. Xiliu issued a warning at this time that there were other people nearby!

The steps he took back, and the mental sense slowly extended to the vicinity, and a blue water ring appeared in his pupils. Kylot believed that the person Xiliu found was probably the person the sheriff was guarding. He was not found at first, but after waiting for a few minutes, a black shadow jumped from the top of the floor next to him to the roof of the sheriff's house, lifted the skylight on the roof and turned over.

In this way, in Kelot's opinion, what the other party wants to do must be not friendly, but now he comes to the door. In the sheriff's condition just now, he must think that he has bad intentions, so Kelot closed his eyes, relieved his eagle-eyed state, focused all his attention on his ears, and listened to the sounds in the sheriff's house.

Recently, Kylot had to wear myopia glasses when going out. His eyesight was really bad, but his hearing was getting stronger. Standing on the corner of the street, he could hear the conversation in the house ahead as long as he wanted.

"Do you have something to eat? I've been busy all day long."

The man's voice is the sheriff's.

"I've prepared it for you, drag the coat down and hang it up, I'll get you food, your face doesn't seem to be very good... are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The voice should be from the sheriff's wife.

"Some worries...you don't have to care. Are the children sleeping?"

"Well, I've been going to bed long ago. He has to go to school tomorrow. How can I wait with me for you? I'll give you noodles and eat them to go to bed."

"Thank you, what's the sound on the second floor? Did the dog at home go upstairs?"

"No, it's in the kennel outside..."

The sound of the noodle bowl placed on the table, the sound of bullets loading and the long sword being sheathed out.

"Who is coming out!"

Accompanied by the sheriff's shout, Kylot felt that the time was up, so he walked out of the corner and approached the sheriff's home.

The sound of rapid footsteps reached the first floor. The murderer had already started attacking. Three gunshots, the sheriff was delaying the other party's actions, and the sound of metal hitting. It seemed that the murderer's reaction was very fast. The bullet could not hit. The table and chair were flipped over and the muffled groan with someone. The sheriff was defeated and he was defeated when he met... The murderer was not weak.

He reached out to the door handle and his mental power was activated. The door lock was opened instantly. He pushed the door in, took off his shoes at the entrance, walked inside, and saw the chaotic living room. The sheriff was lying on the ground, her wife was crying in panic, and at the fireplace there was a masked man looking at him.

"Why are you busy? I'm looking for the sheriff to talk about something. Can you give me some time?"

Kylot took off his hat and placed it on the shelf next to him. The sheriff lying on the ground made a sound in surprise when he saw his iron mask. He touched the wound again and groaned twice.

The masked man didn't say anything, looked down at the folder on the table, and walked a few steps forward and bent down to grab it. Unfortunately, a piece of mental power controlled the folder before his movements, floated around in the air, and finally fell into Kylot's hands.

"This is the sheriff's thing. It's not something that decent people should do, oh... You are wearing a mask and don't want others to see your identity. So it seems that you are not a decent person."

Still no response was received. The masked man had a blurry figure. The next moment he had crossed the table and appeared in front of Kylot. His weapon was two fist stings. This weapon was like adding a triangular spike to the attack surface of the tiger. The unpleasant smell on it proved that something extra was painted.

Throwing the folder to Xiliu next to him was very fast, but Kelot's reaction would not fall. He turned his hand and punched him up. The energy on his fist collided with the punch. The masked man attacked from the side with a whip of wind. Then Kelot raised his hand and squeezed him, and turned his hand and twisted his body and threw it out.
Chapter completed!