192 The Heart: Part 1

There was a faint whiff of blood in the evening breeze.

As soon as Maier came out of the college, he was sent to cooperate with the local investigation organization to solve the new infiltration phenomenon.

At the back door of a bar, in a dark alleyway, Maier waited grimly as the two men in front of him crouched on the ground to examine a body.

The body was swollen and pale, with three hideous wounds on thigh and back, about 1cm into the flesh. The fatal point was the torn larynx in the throat.

"The identity of the deceased was a bartender who had worked here for about a year. He didn't have any bad habits. The only thing he liked was working overtime."

"Working overtime? Then he's a good employee." Maier lowered his head and lit a cigarette.