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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

**Niutuo Mountain — Midnight**

"I'm at St. Paul's Cathedral," David panted into the burner phone.

"*Turn right onto Victoria Avenue,*" the mechanical voice instructed.

Twenty meters ahead: "*Left onto Charing Cross Road.*"

Minutes later, David neared a toll station. "*Abandon the car. Cross the ditch. Head east through the fields.*"

For forty tense minutes, David followed orders, finally escaping London's outskirts.

"*Go straight to Niutuo Mountain.*"

The ten-kilometer trek stretched ahead. As the city faded behind him, David's panic ebbed. Logic crept back.

"Who *are* you?" he demanded. "Why help me?"

"*We're tied to the same crime. Your capture risks me.*"

David smirked. The old job had involved a dozen men. "Jack? Tom? Doesn't matter. I'll figure it out when we meet."

"*I won't meet you. Would you trust me if I did?*"

The reply eased David's paranoia. No meetup meant no silencing.

"Swore we'd never see each other again," David mused. "But I'll be wanted now. What's next?"

"*A package at Niutuo Mountain. Fifty thousand pounds. Take it, flee the country.*"

David balked. "Abroad? Can't I stay?"

A pause. "*Hide first. I'll arrange a new identity.*"

Moonlight barely pierced the trees as David stumbled forward.

"*See the boulder? The package's there.*"

David grinned. "I know who you are. You're a cop. That's how you knew—"

"*Shut up!*" the voice snapped. "*I saved your life. Remember that.*"

David chuckled, spotting the dark bundle atop a rock. "Got it!"

David plunged into a pit. Steel spikes—razor-thin, gleaming—erupted through his limbs, chest, throat. Blood bubbled from a gash in his forehead.

Gurgling, he clung to consciousness.

From the phone: "*Does it hurt?*"

David's vision dimmed. The last sound: a cold laugh.

**East London — Urban Village**

Victor Black stared at the disconnected phone. "If it hurts… good."

James Morrison's roar blasted through: "*GHOST!*"

"David's dead. Niutuo Mountain. Clean it up."

A new voice cut in—smooth, amused. "*Cheating in games is for the weak, Ghost. Real players win fair.*"

Victor's eyebrow twitched. "Who are you?"

"*Sebastian Gray. Yard consultant.*"

A faint smirk. "*You'll handle me now, Sebastian. James… lacks finesse.*"

He crushed the SIM card, started the car, and vanished into the night.

Chapter 13: Completing the Second Kill