There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

After swiftly dealing with the nearest soldier, the others in the hallway began to react.

Xu Shuo casually closed the door behind him and then dashed into room 303 across the hall, with no intention of tangling with them outside. By the time a group of them rushed in to search, there was no sign of anyone left.

All that could be heard in the pitch-dark room was the sound of their own breathing; they sensed no danger.

Just when the soldiers thought the girl had escaped through the window, the cold light of a scalpel reflected from a corner, swift and fierce!

Xu Shuo had already become adept at fighting in the dark.

Screams and gunfire burst out abruptly, and after leaving a floor strewn with bodies, the girl skillfully climbed out the window.

This time, however, Xu Shuo didn't jump into the courtyard; instead, she hung onto the window sill and pushed off the wall with her feet, her lithe figure leaping straight out beyond the wall.

Sorry, but without snipers, one can do as they please.

Although there were many soldiers in the backyard, not a single one noticed the girl gleaming as she leaped over their heads.

Xu Shuo landed on the street, slightly twisting her ankle.

Then she leisurely took out her staff and tapped it on the ground, the sound waves spreading out and forming a three-dimensional map in her mind by tracing the objects it passed over.

Indeed, soldiers surrounded the area in multiple layers; those sacrificed in the hotel were mere chump change compared to these.

After discerning her direction, Xu Shuo started walking towards the front of the hotel, her slight figure sticking to the shadows on the wall, her pace neither hasty nor slow.

The patrolling armies along the way seemed as though they didn't see her at all.

Even when confronted directly, the soldiers would only ask her why she was there and chide her to leave immediately.

Xu Shuo meekly turned away and chose another path to walk.

Until, not far ahead, intense commotion could be heard.

She stopped in her tracks, tapping her staff lightly on the ground, as the ethereal and clear sound dispersed towards the distance.

In her mind appeared many figures; on the periphery, a circle of soldiers who wanted to advance but dared not to, hesitant even to fire their guns—perhaps because there were already many soldiers lying on the ground, or perhaps for fear of accidentally injuring their comrades.

And in the middle of the encirclement, two people were locked in an immensely fierce battle.

She had long known that the Capital Commandant was a formidable fighter. Perhaps because there was not enough space to maneuver in the hotel, the fight with his adjutant had ended after just a couple of blows.

But now, even the nearby walls had been blasted open with a gaping hole.

The buildings in District 13 were as sturdy as city walls, yet the special gray stone walls were now shattered and strewn on the ground.

Manager Zhang, who was battling him, had a grim expression, rapidly catching the Capital Commandant's fist, but still being sent flying backward.

Bang!

He crashed through a wall into a room, toppling numerous pieces of furniture and vomiting a mouthful of blood mixed with bits of viscera; he looked utterly wretched.

The Capital Commandant stood quietly in the night, expressionless, as the fine rain fell hazily upon him, stirring a chill of ice-cold murderous intent!

His gaze held no surplus of emotion, and everything he looked at seemed to be fading from life, bringing with it an oppressive sensation that was chilling and tremblingly heavy—almost suffocating!

He did not seem like a person, but rather a cold, terrifying war machine!

Manager Zhang was in pain all over, but he still managed to prop himself up using a table and stand.

Just after he sent out the signal, he had planned to double back to the vicinity of the hotel to hide. But during the few seconds he was delayed upon encountering a patrol team, he was tracked down and cornered by this human tank!

This guy must be the big boss in the script, right?!

Manager Zhang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, panting heavily as he remained on guard against the Capital Commandant outside.

And in a moment of distraction, the dark blue figure charged at him again, the dampness and murderous intent of the rain enveloping his entire body in an instant!

Manager Zhang fiercely grabbed a chair next to him and smashed it towards him. Accompanying the sound of the wood shattering was the gruesome noise of his own arm being caught, twisted, and dislocated by the opponent.

This time the Capital Commandant did not send his opponent flying; he didn't even dodge the attack. The chair that hit his arm simply burst into pieces, and he seized Manager Zhang's arm, his fingers digging in like sharp hooks!

"Ahh!" Manager Zhang couldn't bear the pain and screamed, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

With one hand firmly shackling his arm, the Capital Commandant, his face calm, raised his foot and stepped on Manager Zhang's back, pinning him entirely to the ground while his arm was twisted completely out of alignment.

The sound of flesh and blood being torn was enough to send chills down one's spine.

The Capital Commandant applied slightly more pressure with his foot, and the floorboards of the house immediately spread with a spiderweb of cracks, as Manager Zhang, feeling the pressure on his chest, spat out another mouthful of thick blood.

Enduring the agony, beads of cold sweat dripped and clung to his eyelashes, blurring his vision with a half-transparent blue screen unfolding before his watery eyes.

What devices I can still use...

Which ones are available...

At this moment, the Capital Commandant's expression suddenly paused, and he turned his head towards the entrance of the house.

The rain tonight was very soft, the gentle drizzle almost tender, making the soldiers' boot steps seem all the more heavy by contrast.

But now, it was dead silent outside.

Suddenly, a bullet cut through the darkness, heading their way.

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The Capital Commandant tilted his head slightly, and the bullet lodged itself into the wall behind him, but several more rounds of rapid-fire bullets followed closely.

Does he have companions?

Dodging those half-hearted attacks, the Capital Commandant let go of Manager Zhang, who by now was motionless, and walked towards the direction the bullets had come from, expressionless.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the house, a heavy object rolled from the corner and stopped by his feet.

The Capital Commandant looked down.

It was a hand grenade, and it was one issued by the 13th Military District.

"Boom!"

In the flash of fire, pungent smoke and dust filled the air, and a dense black fog instantaneously obscured the entire alley!

...

In the back alley outside the house.

The soldiers who had been stationed around had been silently dealt with, and Manager Zhang, playing dead, took the chance to run out. Although surprised, he had no time to consider much; he needed to quickly get out of the Capital Commandant's pursuit range!

Just then, a pale small hand suddenly reached out from the corner, grabbed him, and pulled him straight into a civilian house.

Manager Zhang instinctively wanted to resist, but he was already at the end of his strength. He only managed to get a glimpse of the figure before his head was struck hard.

In the pitch-dark room, Xu Shuo fumbled and pressed a switch at the corner of the wall, and a hidden basement silently appeared under the table.

He tossed Manager Zhang into it, and then jumped down himself before using the inside mechanism to shut the floor above.

While waiting, Xu Shuo occasionally tapped his cane to stay alert to the surrounding sounds.

This place had once been a temporary outpost for the Radiant Corps, but now the civilians in the surrounding area had all been evacuated, so the house was unoccupied.

Moreover, the house was only separated by a two-meter-wide alley from where the two had fought, close enough to be considered neighbors.

In the instinctive thinking of people, those fleeing tend to get as far away from the pursuer as possible—indeed, if it weren't for this outpost, running farther away would be safer.

But there weren't any ifs now, for he had an outpost.

In the darkness, Xu Shuo scrutinized Manager Zhang, making sure that the man wouldn't die anytime soon.

Life sure is tenacious. Having just been interrogated and tortured by the Capital Commandant, he still managed to be lively later. It seemed his injuries were not too serious.

Experienced players know many ways to save their own lives.

Xu Shuo dipped his finger in Manager Zhang's blood to write him a message, all the while keeping track of the time. When the moment was right, he tapped his cane again.

No living people within a thirty-meter radius, time to go back.