CHAPTER 387: CHAPTER 133: FIRST BLOOD

That car had been thoroughly inspected by Chen Yan, and there was no equipment or instruments inside.

All the weapons and equipment on the man and Mao were taken by Chen Yan.

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After watching them leave, Chen Yan directly turned and entered the first-floor restroom of the hotel, then jumped into the Mirror World.

Emerging from the restroom in the Mirror World, he quickly ran through the empty hotel lobby. Chen Yan dashed into the snow-covered outdoors, unhesitatingly applied a Light Body Talisman on himself, and then transformed into a bird, taking flight with flapping wings.

A moment later, he caught up with the car on the snow-covered road.

Softly, a bird landed on the car roof, following the car as it slowly moved along the snowy path, driving further away...

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It was not until midnight that Chen Yan returned to the hotel.

He landed as a bird in front of the hotel, then went inside, took the elevator, and returned to his room.

Back in his room, Chen Yan’s face was indifferent.

He walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and began washing his hands earnestly.

He used the hand wash three times, scrubbing his hands until they turned red, and only then did Chen Yan exhale deeply, rinsing off the foam from his fingers and turning off the faucet.

Returning to the room, he slowly sat on the bed, reached out and retrieved a pack of cigarettes from the Alchemy Furnace.

He did not smoke, but after his trip to Japan, he had stocked his Alchemy Furnace with various supplies, including a pack of cigarettes for potential use when going out.

At this moment, he lit a cigarette and took a puff.

Hmm... it seemed his mood wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

It seemed...

He originally thought his emotions would fluctuate greatly.

After all... today, he killed someone.

Regardless of movies or novels, the characters depicted usually have significant emotional turmoil when they kill for the first time, don’t they?

Why does he... seem quite calm?

Chen Yan slowly inhaled on the cigarette, frowned, and extinguished it.

He didn’t smoke, and the cigarette taste was bitter in his mouth.

"Am I a cold-blooded person?" Standing in front of the mirror, Chen Yan looked at himself in the reflection.

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The man’s and Mao’s car traveled twenty kilometers away from the resort hotel, crashed out of the road, and fell on a slope.

Inside the car, the two maintained a posture of grappling and attacking each other until the end.

Mao’s hand was gripping the man’s neck, while the man’s hand held a dagger, stabbing into Mao’s body...

All of it was due to the effect of the Traction Talisman.

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From start to finish, Chen Yan never intended to spare their lives.

Firstly, he wouldn’t naively assume the other party would let him, a knowledgeable witness, go. Murdering to silence witnesses is what they would most likely do afterward!

Secondly, they had witnessed his methods and were even brought into the Mirror World—Chen Yan didn’t want these people to discover his true details, abilities, and trump card!

The previous words were just to stabilize them; Chen Yan couldn’t kill them in the resort hotel.

If they died in the hotel, it would be difficult for him to clear himself.

But now...

The two left the hotel lobby before everyone’s eyes and got into the car to leave.

Ultimately, they died more than twenty kilometers away!

And they attacked each other in the car, mutually perishing in struggle, the car crash leading to their deaths.

Even if someone investigates after the fact, they will think the man was taking Mao back when Mao resisted halfway...

Everything seems to have nothing to do with Chen Yan.

The only connection between Chen Yan and them was that they stayed in the same hotel—this resort hotel had at least hundreds of guests!

As for the parking lot, Mao once attempted to steal his car.

Chen Yan checked, and when Mao tried to steal the car, she damaged the parking lot surveillance.

Nothing was captured.

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Faced with such matters, Chen Yan actually wanted to leave this place immediately.

But he quickly realized... if he leaves now, it would indeed be very conspicuous and suspicious if someone investigates afterward.

So, Chen Yan restrained himself and stayed for two more days.

Every day he simply followed a routine, drinking coffee in the cafe, reading magazines, checking out scenery at the ski field, dining in the resort restaurant, and resting in his room while scrolling through his phone.

He stayed for two more days like that.

During this time, he noticed that local police came to the hotel to investigate the day after the two died, even entering Mao’s room.

One officer even knocked on Chen Yan’s door, but it was merely routine, asking if he, as the next-door guest, had heard or seen anything suspicious.

After Chen Yan said no, the police made a simple record and left.

The subsequent events had nothing to do with Chen Yan.

Staying in the resort until the fifth day, Chen Yan checked out and left.

The G-class SUV trudged along the snow-covered road, slowly departing from this place.

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Night.

The hotel room door quietly opened, and two figures swiftly entered in the dark.

The empty room, with no guests inside, yet the two who entered did not turn on the lights, only using a flashlight as they quietly walked to the center of the room.

This room was where Chen Yan previously stayed.

After checkout, the room had been cleaned and tidied, appearing clean and orderly.

One person stood in the center, glanced around, and shook his head: "Nothing suspicious... we’ve checked the surrounding rooms, is there anything else you’re unsatisfied with? We should head back immediately; this matter is over."

"No."

The other person in the room, obviously a woman, spoke slowly in a low, husky voice: "He’s been in this room!"

"Hmm?"

"There are marks on the lock... from his lock-picking technique. When he was in training, he wasn’t good at lock-picking, and he always left marks. I used to mock him heavily for it many times."

The woman took a deep breath, speaking with certainty: "He’s been in this room, broke in using infiltration!"

"Maybe he was investigating a suspicious target before the action? After all, this room is right across the target’s room; perhaps he was just considering the guest of this room a suspicious target and came to inspect?" The other person holding the flashlight suggested in a low voice.

"Maybe, maybe not. Anyway, check who has been staying in this room these past few days."

The woman’s voice carried a slight hoarseness: "He infiltrated this room, picked the lock here! And that bitch’s room was conveniently right across! I don’t think these are coincidences."

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