Monday, sunny.

In a place like Songhai, peak hour travel is always a headache. Whether it's the elevated roads or the ground streets, the traffic congestion is enough to make your blood pressure soar.

Ordinary office workers who take the subway don't have to worry about traffic jams, but they have to endure being squeezed in like sardines.

In the morning sunlight, Zhang Yuanqing, with a backpack, rode a shared bicycle on the bustling streets of Songhai, biting into a jianbing guozi.

He easily overtook one private car, business car, and bus after another. The vigor of youth fluttered with his bangs.

Songhai University is five or six kilometers away from his grandmother's house, and it only takes 15 minutes by bicycle, so he usually doesn't live on campus.

Because of his promotion to Night Wanderer, the bicycle, which used to be very tiring to pedal, he sped all the way to the university gate in one breath, took out his phone and saw that it only took ten minutes.

If there weren't so many electric bikes on the bike path, he could have been even faster.

Songhai University was founded at the beginning of the last century, 120 years ago, and is one of the top universities in the country.

Besides the excellent teaching resources, the two biggest features of Songhai University are: famous flowers are good at finding good masters, and warriors dare to fight with swords.

Grandma used to warn Auntie that girls should know how to protect themselves at school. When she got older, she warned her grandson that boys should protect themselves at school.

Grandma was very dissatisfied with this world.

Entering the school gate, passing through the main axis with the founder's sculpture, he slowly rode towards the teaching building along the road on the right side planted with plane trees.

The environment in the college is elegant and quiet. Students are either shooting short videos, chatting on the benches by the roadside, or rushing to class with textbooks in their arms.

The wide and clean streets, the green lawns, and the old dormitory buildings, at a glance, look more like a quiet high-end residential area. The feeling of a school is not strong.

Zhang Yuanqing parked his bicycle outside the building, put on his backpack, and entered the comprehensive building.

Arriving at the tiered classroom, Zhang Yuanqing glanced around, and the students were scattered in twos and threes. Many students skipped class.

He randomly picked a seat, and as soon as he sat down, he heard two boys behind him talking in a low voice:

"I just saw Xu Yingying at the school gate. She's waiting for her sugar daddy again."

"Nonsense, how could my goddess be kept?"

"Really, a man comes to pick her up every Monday, driving a luxury car worth hundreds of thousands. I saw it last Monday."

"Did you see it clearly? Maybe it's a taxi."

"Would you kiss a taxi driver?"

"......Damn, girls liked nerds when they were in middle school, but now that they're in college, girls like rich people outside. When will ordinary boys be able to stand up?"

Xu Yingying is a classmate, very beautiful, and their class belle.

Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but turn his head and jokingly said, "The wife in your hard drive can help you stand up."

The two boys seemed surprised that Zhang Yuanqing would interject and were stunned for a moment.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at them and said, "What's wrong?"

The male classmate named Li Lesheng "ha"ed and said, "Zhang Yuanqing, did you encounter something good today? This isn't like you."

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

Li Lesheng was about to speak when the teacher wearing black-rimmed glasses walked in with a book, and the chattering classroom immediately quieted down.

..........

Kangyang District, Mailuo Hotel.

"Ding!"

On the 16th floor, the elevator doors opened, and Li Dongze, dressed in a suit with a black vest and white shirt, walked out of the car, leaning on a cane.

His thin face was filled with solemnity, followed by Guan Ya.

The entire floor had been cleared of guests. The intersection of the elevator to the corridor was cordoned off, and two security guards stood guard at the cordon.

Guan Ya stepped forward in high heels and showed her credentials.

The security guard immediately opened the way.

On the way through the corridor to the room, several uniformed security guards were busy, taking pictures, collecting fingerprints, hair, and other things.

Li Dongze passed everyone and entered the hotel room, immediately smelling a bloody smell.

His eyes swept over the hotel suite. Two bodies covered with white cloth were lying on the bed. The white sheets were stained with large patches of dark red blood.

Li Dongze stretched out his cane and uncovered the white cloth. A man and a woman were lying on the bed, naked.

He was silent for a moment, his voice low: "It is indeed Zhao Yingjun."

Guan Ya carefully checked every corner of the room, wisps of white mist overflowing from her pupils. After a while, she said:

"There are no signs of fighting in the room, and no signs of artificial handling... There are only two condoms in the trash can, but three condoms are missing from the box..."

After speaking, she looked at the female victim with some pity.

Li Dongze put the white cloth back on and said in a deep voice:

"Guan Ya, you stay here to assist the security guards in collecting fingerprints and hair, and retrieve the surveillance video. I need to contact Chief Fu and the captains. We may need to go to a meeting."

Guan Ya nodded slightly: "I will synchronize the scene details and character information to your phone later."

Zhao Yingjun is a consultant to the Xiangshui Road Security Department, a member of the White Tiger Soldiers, and a level 2 Scout.

A member of the Five Elements Alliance was killed. This is a major event.

...........

Villa on the second floor, small conference room.

The conference room is decorated very delicately and luxuriously. The floor is covered with soft wool carpets, and a solid wood long conference table is placed in the middle.

The table is filled with exquisite fruit platters, crystal clear ham slices, expensive imported red wine, boxes of cigars, and delicate desserts.

At the end of the conference table, a white projection screen hangs down, playing a hotel surveillance video.

In the video, a man wearing a baseball cap and a mask walks from the direction of the elevator entrance, goes to the door of the guest room, takes out a room card to open the door, and enters the room.

Forty minutes later, the man walks out of the room, puts his hands in his pockets, lowers his head and leaves.

The video ends. Li Dongze presses the pause button and looks at the captains at the table, saying:

"This morning, we received a hotel alarm. When the waiter was cleaning the room, they couldn't open the door, so they went in to check and found that the two people had been killed. Zhao Yingjun was tortured before his death, with knife wounds all over his body, and his hands and feet were tied up, but the fatal wound was a sharp weapon piercing his heart.

"The female victim's name is Liu Xiao'e, and she was also stabbed in the heart with a sharp weapon, but she was not tortured. According to the missing condoms at the scene, we suspect that she was humiliated by the murderer before her death.

"In addition, the Security Department checked the phones of the two people and confirmed that Liu Xiao'e was Zhao Yingjun's mistress.

"We retrieved the surveillance footage from other entrances and exits of the hotel, but we didn't find out how the murderer left. He should have special means to avoid the surveillance. Preliminary speculation is that the murderer is The Way of the Extraordinary."

There are six people sitting at the table.

The chief is a young man in a white suit, with the arrogance and nobility of a aristocratic son, tied with a handsome short ponytail, and his face is carved like a sculpture, so handsome that it is impossible to look directly at him.

The first seat on the left is empty, which is Li Dongze's seat.

On the right is a woman holding an orange cat, wearing a cheongsam with ink paintings. The plumpness and charm of a mature woman are fully displayed. Her well-maintained beautiful face is tight and fair, with light makeup, and her temperament is quiet and elegant.

Next to her is a middle-aged man wearing a miner's hat and work clothes. His dark skin shows the wind and frost of a worker.

Opposite her is a gym coach in a tight suit. Her thick arms are comparable to a woman's slender waist. Her eyebrows and eyes are sharp, and a sense of irritability rushes towards her between glances.

The last one is a woman in her late twenties, wearing a white racing suit, tight leather pants, and black wavy hair, with an oval face, both sassy and handsome.

These five are the captains of the Kangyang District The Way of the Extraordinary team, and several others did not attend for various reasons.

The young man in the white suit looked around, his deep brown eyes as calm as a lake, and said lightly:

"Everyone, what are your thoughts... Captain Qing Teng, you speak first."

The beautiful woman in the cheongsam frowned slightly: "Ordinary The Way of the Extraordinary wouldn't dare to kill our official people. Could it be done by The Way of the Extraordinary of an evil profession?"

Li Dongze replied: "We are still investigating Zhao Yingjun's recent interpersonal relationships."

If it was done by The Way of the Extraordinary of an evil profession, the severity of the incident would be raised to another level.

The Fire Master's big muscles raised his eyebrows, and anger erupted. "Evil professions? These stinky rats in the gutter dare to kill members of my Five Elements Alliance. I will definitely make him pay the price."

The others looked solemn, and Bai Long, wearing a racing suit, pondered:

"How is Zhao Yingjun's combat power?"

Li Dongze looked at Fu Qingyang.

Fu Qingyang said: "He has a defensive item."

Hearing this, Bai Long's face was solemn, "Although level 2 Scouts are not good at combat, it is not easy to kill him with a defensive item, especially without alarming the guests in the next room. Based on this, we can initially judge the strength of the murderer."

Tang Guoqiang, the construction company boss wearing a miner's hat, said in a deep voice:

"Very powerful."

The big muscle mocked and repeated what he just said: "So what if he's very powerful? If he dares to kill my Five Elements Alliance, he must die no matter how powerful he is."

Bai Long silently supported his forehead, thinking whether he could kick the idiot of the Red Fire Gang out during the deliberations.

Li Dongze said: "According to our investigation, Zhao Yingjun has many mistresses, and especially likes to keep college students. We are investigating his mistresses one by one."

The big muscle frowned and said, "Why?"

"Zhao Yingjun's rendezvous hotels with his mistresses are not fixed, but the murderer was able to find the hotel address and lock the room number, which shows that he has a certain understanding of Zhao Yingjun's movements. Either he is someone he knows, or he has been following him for a long time." Li Dongze said:

"The person who knows you best is always the woman in your bed. We may be able to get some clues from Zhao Yingjun's mistresses."

The captains nodded solemnly.

Li Dongze continued:

"Zhao Yingjun was tortured and abused before his death. Everyone, think about what the murderer was interrogating? What did he find out? Whether the murderer is a vendetta or an evil profession, this is a question that deserves our serious attention."

The faces of the captains present changed slightly.

Evil professions and lawful professions have always been incompatible, hunting each other and tracking each other.

What evil professions are interested in is of course the information of official The Way of the Extraordinary, and even their hiding places.

If the murderer is not an evil profession, a powerful The Way of the Extraordinary risks offending the official organization, sneaks into the hotel to interrogate and kill people. The truth behind it may be more complicated.

Qing Teng said in a deep voice: "We must find the murderer as soon as possible."

The big muscle heard this, looked around, and said, "Why didn't Yuan Ting come? Let him devour Zhao Yingjun's spiritual body and obtain Zhao Yingjun's memory. Then we can know who the murderer is."

The importance of Night Wanderers who can control spiritual bodies is instantly highlighted.

Fu Qingyang shook his head and said:

"Yesterday, the Taiyi Sect summoned all official Night Wanderers to Beijing to discuss matters. Yuan Ting is not in Songhai."

His expression was calm from beginning to end, as if he would not panic even if the sky fell.

Discussing matters in Beijing? The captains' hearts sank. If Yuan Ting is not there, the Night Wanderers in other regions must not be there either.

Is this too coincidental? The murderer didn't act sooner or later, but chose to act when the Night Wanderers were collectively in Beijing.

The big muscle cursed: "What's wrong with the Taiyi Sect? Why didn't they hold the meeting earlier or later, but chose this time? We should have cultivated our own Night Wanderers long ago."

Li Dongze said helplessly:

"The causal relationship is reversed. The murderer chose this time... Forget it, this is not important. Don't worry, everyone, we have our own Night Wanderers."