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You know, I despaired thinking that crime was completely abolished here, but lo and behold, a murder.
It was 7 PM, and by that point I had kind of given up on just stumbling on some evildoer doing evil in a seedy street.
The cigarette in my mouth was doing its very best to distract me from my hunger, which had gone unattended since yesterday, and frankly, I was simply fucking around at this point.
And then I found a murder scene, right on the street. Freshly made, too.
Right across me, exiting the alleyway, was a house. Regular looking, two floors, nothing of note.
Except, of course, the door that was ajar and off its hinges.
This alone wouldn't be much of a murder scene if it wasn't for the pool of blood right at the entrance.
I looked around me, to see if I was the only one who saw this obviously suspicious scene.
…Nope, not a single soul was walking here. Not even cars, funnily enough.
Taking a drag from the cigarette with one hand, I used the other to take the gun from my trousers.
[Stylish Twirl]
I began twirling the gun, spinning it just like a proper cowboy would, preparing myself for the worst and making sure I had a few [Stacks] on me. I spat the cigarette onto the street.
I wasn't stupid. Goddamn demons and angels existed, and Rias' explanation implied that they weren't the only supernatural thing existing.
I got lucky with that demon yesterday, I didn't know if whatever awaited there (if it was still there in the first place) would have such an exploitable weakness again.
As I walked to the house, I oddly felt calm. The infinite eyes of E.E watched my every step, and knowing what I looked like as I moved, how horrid of a husk I was under the piss-stained jacket and bandanna…
It was a comforting reminder that I was immortal.
By the time I reached the entrance of the house, the blood pooling around the door's steps, I could feel 5 [Perfect Stacks] accumulated, and they were still growing.
E.E was already scanning what it could from inside the house that was within 12 meters, spotting a whole bunch of blood and strewn around furniture.
There were clear signs of a fight, and oddly enough, right in the middle of the living room, there was a sort of magical circle, candles surrounding the circle and a leather-bound black book sitting in the middle, the cover illustrating a star symbol upside down.
The trail of blood led to another room, of which I couldn't see more since it was more than 12 meters away, but I could see that there was a light coming from there…
I blinked.
Eyes Everywhere was fucking ridiculous. Who the fuck thought this was a good idea.
While I analyzed the entire scene, another few Stacks got added to my stock, leaving me with 7 [Perfect Stacks].
Whoever got shot with this would be fucking hurting.
Finally, I took a step forward into the house, right into the pool of blood.
A small splash sound came from stepping on it, but I ignored it. It wouldn't matter if whoever was there knew I was inside, E.E would make sure I saw them first.
The house was silent. One step. Two steps, Thre-
"Oh."
Now within range, I could see the entire scene, inside what was the kitchen.
A young woman lying on the kitchen floor, around twenty, guts open, innards spilling out.
A horrified, frozen and dead face, eyes dull and with dried up tears. She was wearing normal clothes at the time of her death… and beside her was her obvious killer.
Most striking was his pure white hair, followed closely by his large black coat.
A golden cross hung from his neck, and in one of his hands, held tightly, was a curved knife, bloody and rusty.
And he was looking at the door leading to the living room, his face frozen in tension.
Right, he must've heard me. The outline of the house made it so it wasn't possible to see who was at the entrance hall from the kitchen or the living room.
Add to that that the killer wasn't exactly right by the door, the whole scene being located deeper in the kitchen, and it meant that he had no fucking clue who just entered his little crime scene.
10 [Stacks]. The shot would have double the damage.
The door to the kitchen was open, so there WAS a possible angle to shoot with ricochet right into his head… but I didn't. Not yet, at least.
This guy had a cross, his coat had a sort of priestly vibe to it, and this living room was full of cultist stuff. It was obvious that there was more to this shit.
I focused E.E's sight on the killer, trying to discern every minute thing he had on him.
Okay, that was a gun inside his coat. That'd be valuable loot. What was weird was the handle he had hidden away in his coat's pockets.
It was at easy reach for him, so it must be at least somewhat important, but its use was lost to me.
Even looking deeper into the device with E.E told me nothing.
…This guy was really looking at the door, as if ready to spring any second.
12 [Stacks].
I didn't bother waiting anymore, whatever I wanted to find out I'd do so once I killed this fucking maniac.
The gun still spinning, I visualized the shot.
It'd go from outside the living room, to the corner of a wall, which would lead directly to the kitchen, straight into the killer's forehead and, considering the shot was 12 [Stacks] strong, would pierce the brain.
Easy Peasy.
I moved the gun to-
"I don't know why, but something SMELLS LIKE SHIT!"
My eyes widened. His voice was horribly grating, I needed him put down right now. Without more preamble, I stopped spinning the gun and shot it, the recoil feeling amazing in my hands.
BANG!
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