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[Realism] [High-IQ Crime]
[Peak Mental Duel]
[No Female Lead] [Logic Enthusiast]
 
The police received a call. A person who claimed to be the Ghost said that he was going to kill someone in three days. What's more, the other party hoped that the police could immediately dispatch officers to protect this person, and he intended to complete the hunt under the police's tight protection.
 
In response to this, the police attached great importance to it and made thorough arrangements. When the three-day period arrived, the result was beyond everyone's belief. The target was dead!
 
However, this was just the beginning.
 
The Ghost's goal was to complete 99 perfect crimes and kill 99 enemies.
 
Thus, one perfect crime after another occurred, and the biggest serial murder case in history came into being!

The Ghost in the Dark Night: The Ultimate Revenge Strategy

**Kensington District, London — 8:00 PM**

The Gray family's opulent townhouse glowed under the chandeliers of *Linden Manor*, one of London's most exclusive enclaves. Sebastian Gray slouched at the dining table, picking at his roast pheasant while his aunt Elizabeth scrutinized him like a mislabeled specimen.

"How are your parents, Sebastian?" Elizabeth asked, her tone sharpening on the last syllable. "Still gallivanting across Europe?"

"Alive and kicking," Sebastian replied, swirling his wine. "Dad's learning flamenco in Barcelona. Mom's taken up falconry. They've more energy than I do."

Elizabeth tutted, shooting a sideways glare at her husband Mark. "Money's no use if you're never home."

Mark cleared his throat. "Sebastian, will you return to the Ministry after this… *assignment*?"

"Depends." Sebastian grinned. "There's a phantom in London. Clever bastard. Can't leave till he's caught."

"A *phantom*?" Seventeen-year-old Alex perked up. "Like a ghost?"

"Alex," Mark warned, "this isn't a comic book."

Elizabeth redirected her siege. "Sebastian, when will you settle down? You're not getting younger."

Sebastian stabbed a carrot. "Too lazy for romance, Auntie."

"Nonsense! Even your sister Isabella needs to—"

"*Mother*." Isabella Gray, 28 and sharp as a stiletto, didn't glance up from her phone. "Not this again."

Elizabeth's eyes welled. "You'll die alone with cats!"

"Fine." Isabella sighed. "I'll attend the charity gala."

Alex piped up: "Invite Mr. Black! Our math teacher. Tall, kind, *handsome*."

"Victor Black?" Elizabeth mused. "A teacher? Respectable. We'll arrange it."

**St. George's College — Next Morning**

Victor Black straightened his tie as the last parent left his classroom. The parent-teacher meetings had drained him—masking his true self behind earnest nods and practiced smiles.

"Sebastian Gray." The man extended a hand, his grin too wide. "Alex's cousin."

Victor shook it, noting the calloused grip. "Pleasure."

"Alex's parents want to discuss his progress. Tomorrow evening? They're *desperate*."

Victor hesitated. "I have evening classes—"

"Sorted." Sebastian waved a hand. "Principal's already approved a substitute."

Before Victor could protest, Sebastian vanished, dragging Alex behind him.

Victor's jaw tightened. *Government connections. Or worse.*

Chapter 9: The Unseen Threads