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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

**East London — David Smith's Residence**

"Who the hell is this?" David Smith snarled into the phone. If the caller wasted his time, he'd unleash a torrent of curses.

A rapid, mechanical voice cut in: "*Shut up and listen. The police are en route to arrest you. They'll be at your door in ten minutes. Your crime from twenty years ago—they've got proof. You'll rot in prison. Run. Now. Don't ask questions.*"

David froze. His hands trembled. The accidental murder—the guilt he'd buried for decades—flooded back. Sweat dripped down his neck.

David jolted into action. Barefoot, he lunged for the door—

"*Keys. Take your car keys,*" the voice ordered.

"Keys… keys!" He scrambled, knocking over a lamp. Spotting them on the table, he snatched the keys and bolted outside.

"*Drive through Victoria Park to the Thames. Stay calm. Follow my orders, and you'll survive.*"

David wheezed, "Victoria Park—got it." He swerved onto the road. Sirens wailed nearby. A police cruiser sped past.

"*Don't panic. Keep the line open. Tell me when you reach the park.*"

David's knuckles whitened on the wheel. "Y-yeah."

**Shadowy Alley — Victor Black's Perspective**

Victor watched David flee. A faint smirk crossed his face. Blending into the crowd, he vanished.

Ten minutes later, seated in his own car, he listened to David's ragged breathing through the phone. *Not yet. You'll die when you think you're safe.*

**Scotland Yard — Tactical Team**

James Morrison slammed his fist against the van door. "He's gone! The water's still warm—*we missed him by minutes!*"

Thomas shook his head. "David's phone is stuck in a call. Can't trace it."

"Get Sebastian on the line—*now!*"

As if summoned, Sebastian called. "He's heading to Victoria Park. Sent you the coordinates. Hurry."

James barked at the driver, "*Go!*"

**Victoria Park — Construction Site**

"I'm here!" David panted, steering toward the derelict site.

"*See the signboard? There's a phone beneath the stone. Use it.*"

David scrambled out, smashed his own phone, and grabbed the burner device.

"*Now drive to St. Paul's Cathedral.*"

Five minutes later, James arrived—too late. Only the shattered phone remained.

**Scotland Yard — Sebastian's Office**

Sebastian leaned back, sipping coffee. "Check the city exits. Waste of time, though. The Ghost planned this down to the second. By the time we access traffic cams… he'll be dead."

He draped a blanket over himself. "Wake me when it's over."

Chapter 12: A Game Without a Chance of Winning