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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

**Scotland Yard — Interrogation Room**

Alva Anderson slumped in the familiar chair, tears pooling in his eyes. The officer across the table sighed, flipping through a file.

"Why is it *you* again?" the officer asked, exasperated.

"I don't know!" Alva wailed, clutching his security guard cap. "I quit deliveries 'cause it wasn't safe! Now this… *this* happens!"

The officer leaned forward. "You recognized Jones Thompson?"

"Yeah, he's a regular at the club. Manager pointed 'im out. Mr. Thompson. Always tips well."

Alva shuddered. "He was drunk, swayin' like a tree in a storm. Tried to call a cab. Then this car pulled up—dark windows, couldn't see the driver. He got in, and… that's it."

**Serious Crime Unit — Conference Room**

Charles Brown adjusted his glasses, the autopsy report glowing on the screen. "Victim's main artery severed. Bruising from restraints, ligature marks on the neck. No poison, no drugs. Cause of death: exsanguination."

Jack Wilson stepped up next, projecting tire tracks and a dust-coated stool. "Three key findings:

1. Cigarette ash at the scene—no butt, but confirms the killer smokes.

2. Tire marks match a Volkswagen sedan. Common model, but we've got footage."

Alan Smith cut in, zooming a grainy surveillance image. "Black Volkswagen Jetta. Fake plates. Millions like it in London. Useless."

Goodman David frowned. "This isn't the Ghost. The first three kills were art. This is… a butcher."

Sebastian Gray twirled a pen. "Two options: your profile's wrong, or the Ghost's *mocking* us."

"If it's the latter," Goodman's glasses glinted coldly, "he's rewriting his own logic. That takes monstrous control."

James Morrison slammed a fist on the table. "What about the security guard? *Twice* at crime scenes—coincidence?"

Thomas Wilson rolled his eyes. "Alva's about as cunning as a goldfish. But I'll check."

Chapter 34: Brutal and Unsolved