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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

In a rapidly evolving society, there are those who struggle to keep pace, falling behind and becoming what many call "outdated." But even more tragic are the social outcasts—individuals who exist on the fringes, unable to integrate or survive within the system.

Owen Dixon was one such outcast. At 38, he had no family, no friends, no job, and no skills. His life was a cycle of petty theft and brief stints in jail, where he found temporary shelter and meals.

An orphan raised in a state-run facility, Owen had never received a proper education. By his teens, he was already a seasoned thief, his skills honed over years of stealing to survive. But his life took a darker turn when he became involved in a violent mob that targeted Victor Black's family years ago. Owen hadn't participated in the violence, but he had looted the house and set it ablaze.

Now, Owen lived a bleak existence, oscillating between stealing for fleeting pleasures and deliberately getting caught to secure a roof over his head.

Owen sat in the interrogation room, slouched in his chair, as an officer tried to stifle laughter.

"Come on, officer. We've been through this before. Owen Dixon."

The officer finally broke, bursting into laughter. "Owen, I've got to know—how'd you pull it off this time?"

Owen shrugged. "I don't even know myself. I saw this fancy neighborhood and thought, why not steal a luxury car? So I did. But no one would buy it, so I just drove it around, picked up a woman at a club, and returned it. She even filled the tank for me."

The officer was in stitches. "And then?"

"I did it again. And again. For two months, I kept stealing cars, sleeping with women, and returning the cars with full tanks. No one reported me. Until today."

The officer wiped tears from his eyes. "You know who reported you? The one guy whose car you *didn't* steal. He was offended you skipped him!"

Released without charges, Owen returned to his squalid apartment—a cramped, filthy room that reeked of neglect. He collapsed onto his stained mattress, staring at the cracked ceiling.

"I've got a job for you. £30,000. £5,000 upfront, the rest when it's done."

Owen sat up, his interest piqued. "What's the job?"

"A simple swap. You're good at stealing, right? This is just a variation."

The voice outlined the plan, emphasizing one rule: "Don't open it. If you do, you get nothing—and there will be consequences."

Owen didn't care about the details. Money was money. "When do I get the upfront?"

"Midnight. Victoria Park, fitness area, first bin on the left."

That night, Owen collected the cash and immediately blew half of it at a nightclub. The job itself felt trivial—a quick swap, nothing more.

Victor Black sat in his living room, eyes closed, visualizing the intricate web of his plan. In his mind, three lines converged, each representing a key player.

As the lines intertwined, Victor saw the outcome clearly. Line 1 would eliminate Line 2, only to be consumed by Line 3. And behind it all, Line 0—Victor himself—watched, orchestrating the chaos without ever stepping into the light.

He opened his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Chapter 45: The Setup