[Zhongyingmei] After being mistaken for 108 times, I am with the master

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"Officer Burckhardt, you can take this suspect out now." The tall female police officer uncuffed the man behind her, and pushed him to the side of the young police officer unceremoniously.

The man was suspected of several electric shock homicides, and his behavior was extremely bad.But now because of the lack of key evidence, he is about to be acquitted.

The police officers involved in this case expressed dissatisfaction with this, but there was nothing they could do.Therefore, they could only express their anger towards the suspect with a bad attitude.

However, Salander Burckhardt—also known as "Officer Burckhardt" by others—is a relatively different kind of police officer.

The young man with brown curly hair stood where he was, his slightly round peacock blue eyes stared at the suspect without blinking.Just like a deer chewing on leaves and watching the hunters of Timucang gradually approaching, the ironed police uniform on his body even covered him with a layer of magnificent fur.

When Salander led the man to the gate of the police station, the man approached him with a sneer, and the contempt in his tone was undisguised——

"It's enough to send it here. If you continue to follow me, I may generously turn you into ashes like other victims."

That sounds a little too much, doesn't it?Criminals can be so rampant because they have a way to keep their secrets.

Salander leaned his head back, looking frightened by what the other party said.

The man pointed at him even more presumptuously and laughed, "Hey, don't be afraid, baby! If you don't know, you might think I just did something! Is this how you become a police officer?"

At this moment, Salander heard several senior police officers behind him sighing for his "showing weakness" behavior just now:

"These days, the quality of newcomers is really bad."

"Well, after all, it's just a clerk."

As a child, Salander might have resented these remarks, but he was used to it now—as he was used to the creature now swaggering before him.

In the eyes of most people, the suspect standing in front of him was a passable-looking bastard.But to Salander it was nothing more than a half-decayed skeleton wrapped in human clothing.

——He stepped back just now, just to avoid the maggots that slipped out of the opponent's empty eye sockets from rubbing against his face.

The sky gradually darkened, and the police officers who were muttering behind them also packed their things and left the police station.

Salander waited for a while, and after making sure the last person had left, he followed along the alley the suspect had walked through.

——If it is the bounden duty of a police officer to collect evidence desperately and strive to send every criminal to prison, then it is his duty to hunt these monsters who act recklessly in human skin.

The alleys before Salander's eyes were empty, not to mention people, not even a single street lamp.The only things that are rare and have a sense of presence are overturned trash cans and glass shards rolling out of them.

He obviously lost someone, but he didn't appear to be in a hurry.

Salander first picked a blind spot for surveillance, and while putting away the police uniform, he took out another set of equipment: a makeup case, wig, muscle jumpsuit, and formal suit.

The real-life hair was gelled and brushed back, exposing a full forehead.Salander then set about arranging her own clothes.The moment the tie was fastened, his whole demeanor changed suddenly, and even the corners of his lips curled up in a lazy arc.

The sound waves that cannot be captured by ordinary people's ears spread out from him, and bounce back quickly when they touch obstacles.After several times of retracting and retracting, Salander had locked onto the man's position.

The place the other party was rushing to was an abandoned villa in the suburbs of New York.It is relatively remote and inaccessible, and it is indeed a good place for fugitive criminals.

When Salander came to the door of the villa, all the vents in the villa were locked.The old-fashioned big locks are strewn in various places, and the locks are full of rust and moss.

Thanks to these big guys, the doors and windows of the villa were tightly closed, and no light could penetrate.If you stand outside and look at it, you can only see the darkness inside.

At night, the abandoned villa and the monsters found in the villa—well, do these keywords coincide with the most common scenes in supernatural live broadcasts?

Salander took out his mobile phone and skillfully opened the live broadcast platform.

——As you can see, in addition to his day job as a police officer, he also has a night job as a side job.

Salander is a supernatural anchor of a well-known live broadcast platform. He often broadcasts the process of hunting and killing monsters with filters and beautification.The special effects are not because he has no confidence in his face, but because he has the same face as the richest man in Gotham.

This face has limited influence on Salander in normal times, because no one will associate the immature police officer who is only 19 years old with the mature and experienced richest man in Gotham.

But it's different now.

During the live broadcast, Salander would not show this face unless necessary.

He didn't want to create a split scene where he and Bruce Wayne appeared in front of everyone at the same time.Not only would that draw attention to him from people who shouldn't, but it would reduce the face's effectiveness in critical moments.

It has been several minutes since the live broadcast started, but there are still very few people who clicked in.In this era where science is the mainstream, there are not many people who watch the live broadcast of supernatural beings. Coupled with these special effects piled up on the screen, even fewer people are willing to watch the live broadcast of Salander.

After a long time, a barrage slowly floated out.

[It's just a good neighbor: Looking at the anchor, are you waiting for someone? 】

When he saw this barrage, Salander was slowly removing the lock hanging on the gate of the villa.

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the door that had been in disrepair for a long time, Salander leaned his back against the door panel, allowing himself to fall inward little by little along the trajectory of the door panel.

At the moment when the door panel hit the wall heavily, he raised his eyes to face the camera, his slender neck was exposed from the neckline, "Why, is it obvious?"

[Just a good neighbor: Of course, Mei—oh, that's my aunt, and she always waited for Happy like this before. 】

Salander didn't deliberately ask who "Happy" was, his instinct told him: he wouldn't want to know this.

At this moment, the number of viewers who had stagnated for a while did not know when it jumped forward by one.

Your fan [staring] has entered the live broadcast room.

The other party's portrait was pitch-black, without even a single extra decoration.Against the background of the dark tone live broadcast room, it is like a shadow sinking into the darkness.

But Salander still saw him at a glance, no, to be precise, he saw the particularly conspicuous fan logo in front of the opponent's ID.

——This is his only fan.