Chapter 883: Chapter 441: Nareka’s Short-Tentacle Spirit-Seeking Art

"Are you sure it’s here?"

The drizzle fell, wetting the dark fragmented hair.

Xia Nan looked at the narrow and dark alley ahead and asked the subordinate of Jerry, who had his right hand wrapped in bandages.

Earlier today, on their way back to the tavern from the adventurer association, Xia Nan and Hai Yin, after questioning the "blood-nosed rat," didn’t kill him directly.

Although they were both adventurers, with blood-stained hands, one revered nature and cherished life as a Druid, while the other was a modern transmigrator with a good moral compass.

Jerry, though somewhat short, was not a goblin and had some perceptiveness.

He spared the kid, only breaking the arms of his two subordinates as a lesson.

Yet unexpectedly, in such a large Suo Yu Bay, an expansive Saltwater District, they happened to encounter him again on the same day.

And the timing was subtly aligned with Xia Nan and the others’ stalled mission progress, right when Alton, favored by the goddess of fortune, was saying "let nature take its course."

So coincidentally, even if the man knew nothing, they had to go up and ask.

Upon interrogation, unexpectedly, they managed to squeeze out some information from this bottom-level little gangster with seemingly no need for a name.

His boss, the Jerry known as the "blood-nosed rat," had recently brought his two subordinates, including the little gangster in front, back to Eel Alley, saying he was going to get money for them to go to the clinic for treatment.

But strangely, the two waited outside the alley for a long time without seeing Jerry come out, and later when they went back in, the "blood-nosed rat" had already had his throat slit, becoming a corpse slowly cooling in the rain.

"Just, just inside, sir!" The little gangster replied with a tone full of flattery and fear, his head shrinking back, "We got scared at the time, didn’t even touch the corpse, and ran out quickly."

"Now Jerry the boss... should still be lying there."

"Don’t babble, lead the way!" said Rein, the elder twin warrior, standing next to him, his tall and strong frame casting enough shadow to envelop the little gangster.

With a large hand like grabbing a chick at the nape of the neck, the little gangster jolted in fear and was picked up by Rein, placed at the front to lead the way.

Perhaps in front of fellow professionals Xia Nan and Hai Yin, the twins were silent and reticent, not speaking much, appearing wooden.

However, facing street gangsters like the current ones, they wouldn’t give any face, showing extraordinary dominance.

The five of them squeezed into the alley following the gangster.

It’s worth mentioning that even though all five were professional-level adventurers, and it wasn’t an outdoor area filled with dangerous demons, they still remained cautious.

Rein stayed relatively close to the front, right behind the little gangster, ensuring he could respond immediately to any abnormal actions.

Xia Nan was slightly behind by two steps, with the spellcaster Hai Yin protected in the middle of the team.

Alton was positioned relatively further back, with Gordon, the younger twin warrior, taking the rear. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Such a formation ensured that unless it was a special circumstance, nobody would take the initiative to cause trouble in the Saltwater District.

In fact, since entering Eel Alley, although Xia Nan occasionally felt several gazes from the surrounding shadowy corners, nobody actually blocked the way.

Soon, they arrived at the place where Jerry the "blood-nosed rat" lived.

The corpse still lay motionless, but compared to the scene witnessed earlier by the little gangster, there were now many footprints on the ground leading toward the open back door of the shed.

The Saltwater District is just like this.

Greedy people sniff the scent of carrion faster than cockroaches and flies.

They may not dare to touch Jerry, fearing trouble, which left his clothing intact.

But as for the ownerless items inside the house, they couldn’t ignore them.

"Sir, it wasn’t me who did this." Seeing the ransacked shed, the little gangster explained in a panic, "It was fine when I was here before."

With a quick glance, Xia Nan judged that these footprints of varying sizes didn’t match the gangster, likely belonging to other residents of the alley, so he didn’t say much more.

Xia Nan’s gaze turned to Jerry’s corpse on the ground.

Despite having the nickname "blood-nosed rat," Jerry was still at the bottom of the Suo Yu Bay Pyramid, in some sense no different from his two subordinates.

To die quietly in the alley, with no family and friends who wouldn’t come to collect his body, silently rotting in the corner, offering his flesh as the last contribution to the maggots within Suo Yu Bay.

No one cared about the fate of such a street punk.

Even the best outcome would be a nearby resident unable to tolerate the stench and the swarm of flies attracted by Jerry’s corpse, informing the city’s body collectors of the location, and carried out of the city on a chilly, lonely night, thrown into the sea.

But before all of that, he could still provide the last bit of value to Xia Nan and the others in the limited time before decomposition.

"The fatal wound is at the throat, hmm... judging from the struggle marks around and the posture of the corpse, he was probably throat-slit from behind with his mouth covered."

"The wound isn’t too deep, or perhaps just right. From the details of the wound, the weapon used by the killer should be a short blade like a dagger."