"How did you know they're coming for us?" Shen Zuimo asked while changing clothes.
"I just overheard their conversation. They called you nightingale and said they tracked you here through a signal," Ye Xiaofan said nervously, standing at the door.
"A signal?" Shen Zuimo frowned upon hearing this and immediately started rummaging by the bedside.
"What are you still looking for? Hurry and change," Ye Xiaofan rushed in and shouted.
"It must be this," Shen Zuimo said, unconcerned with Ye Xiaofan's gaze. After grabbing a bank card, he quickly ran to the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet.
"What are you doing? That's over seven million!" Ye Xiaofan exclaimed urgently.
"If I'm right, they set a satellite location signal on my bank card. Once activated by withdrawing money from a bank, it would trigger the signal. If we carry it, they'll find us no matter where we go." Shen Zuimo softly put on the clothes Ye Xiaofan bought, a faint smile on his lips: "You have good taste."
"I... Come on, let's go. I just saw their men downstairs. They'll be here soon," Ye Xiaofan urged hurriedly.
The two grabbed what they needed and quickly moved towards the staircase.
However, at the bottom of the stairs, the black-clad man Ye Xiaofan had seen outside the door arrived just then.
The atmosphere dropped to freezing in an instant upon Shen Zuimo's meeting with the man.
The black-clad man reacted in a second, reaching inside his clothes to pull something out, while Shen Zuimo next to Ye Xiaofan moved in that same instant.
Shen Zuimo, with a hand on the railing, leaped down. A flash of cold light occurred in an instant. The black-clad man's hand hadn't pulled out the item, yet his eyes widened in terror as he slowly fell back. Blood rushed from the neck artery at the wound.
Seeing the black-clad man twitching on the floor, Ye Xiaofan felt a chill down his own neck, realizing that if Shen Zuimo hadn't held back before, he'd likely end up like that man.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up, let's go." Shen Zuimo reverted to a cold demeanor, but was now mindful of Ye Xiaofan.
Unbeknownst to both, a bond was slowly growing between them, and by the time they realized it, it was already deeply rooted.
The dead are terrifying, but more so is the one who can kill. That's how Shen Zuimo was; no hesitation, already decided to kill.
Being with her is extremely dangerous. Despite an internal voice telling Ye Xiaofan to leave her at once, he held Shen Zuimo and ran outside.
At the entrance, grabbing a sun umbrella, Ye Xiaofan put an arm around Shen Zuimo's shoulder as they pretended to be a couple walking out of the hotel.
While walking, Ye Xiaofan distinctly felt Shen Zuimo trembling violently. She was scared—terrified, even.
This confused Ye Xiaofan. Why could she kill without blinking, yet become so helpless when calming down?
"Hold tighter; they're nearby; I can feel them."
By 'feeling,' it meant the sixth sense, perceiving the presence of someone familiar to Shen Zuimo, making her truly fearful.
"Driver, can you help me with the bike?" Ye Xiaofan asked at a taxi.
"Oh, sure. Give me a moment."
"Thanks."
After the taxi driver secured the bike, they quickly left the perilous spot by cab.
Meanwhile, in the hotel where the murder had just occurred, five men in black questioned the hotel owner.
Finally, the body was taken away, and the leader, Blood Wolf, reported: "Boss, Sangou was killed. It was nightingale's doing. We found alcohol, gauze, and bandages, so she must have been injured."
"Where is she?" an angry voice came from the phone.
"Sorry, we only found Sangou's body when we arrived. Nightingale had vanished. But we discovered another clue: The hotel owner said a high school-looking boy checked in with nightingale, so we can track through this lead."
"Hmm, Blood Wolf, I've always trusted your capabilities. I don't want any more complications. The police are starting to notice us; stay low in H City for now. I've placed people within the police. I'll notify you if they have any leads. You must take nightingale's life by then."
"Yes, boss."
If not instructed to avoid complications, the hotel owner would likely be silenced. Thankfully, the opposition left quickly with the body. Everything quieted down, leaving the hotel owner at a loss, as he was given 20,000 for silence.
However, if a homicide here goes unreported, it could spell trouble later. After three hours of internal struggle, the hotel owner decided to call the police.
At 5:30 p.m. that day, location: H City Criminal Investigation Bureau's meeting room.
The meeting included the director, deputy director, crimes chief, and two non-police personnel. It was initially an internal meeting, yet two non-police members were present—what were their identities?
"We just received a report; someone found the person you're looking for. She's not dead yet," Chief Liu Cundong said calmly.
"Really? Where is Zuimo?" One of the two men asked excitedly.
"About four hours ago, we received a report of a murder at the hotel. Surveillance didn't capture the murder scene, but it did show the person you're looking for. Because it's remote, there aren't many cameras around. We couldn't track the woman's movements post-murder," the deputy director explained.
The two men exchanged looks, appearing somewhat helpless.
"I see. Please have the bureau assist us more, as this woman is important to us. Let us know of any news," a man said as he prepared to leave.
"Wait, we have more clues. But we need to know who this woman is," the crimes chief interjected.
"Miaoke..." Chief Liu Cundong signaled his subordinate.
"Chief, our bureau has many duties. This woman is linked to murders at Phoenix Mountain and the hotel. We need her identity; otherwise, our full effort isn't guaranteed," argued Lin Miaoke, not just a beautiful officer at twenty-three, but also with strong faith and impressive skills.
"Miaoke, we're not to meddle. Just fully cooperate," Liu Cundong said calmly.
"Alright. I'll tell you then. She's an assassin—and my long-lost sister. Our people captured her during a mission. We talked, and she opted to help us against their organization. But after learning she had crucial evidence in H City, she vanished soon after. Please, assist us," one man confessed after calming down.
He believed that transparency would ease cooperation.
"I see. We'll do our utmost to find your sister," Lin Miaoke assured firmly.
"Then, what about the clue you mentioned?" the man asked calmly.
"Oh, we found she was with a high school boy in surveillance. He wore a uniform from the city's Seventh Middle School. We're planning to investigate there," Lin Miaoke revealed without hesitation.