In the invasion of the undead, the casualty rate of the guards in Dasavah Yahweh City was second only to the left-behind troops. The losses of each unit were mostly above 50%. The first to be hit by the city gate was even more than nine. If there weren't too many vacancies, Cofadon wouldn't have easily become the captain.

Because of insufficient staff, he was particularly busy every day. On the second day after Krina opened, he unexpectedly received a report of "gray head" death.

"How did you die?" he asked in surprise.

The subordinate who came to tell him the situation was obviously not clear, so he shook his head and said, "I heard that someone sneaked into the room and cut his throat with a sword."

Cofadon frowned. The "gray head" can become the leader of this area because of his strong strength. Although he is only a level six warrior, he has fought step by step from a minion. He has extremely rich practical experience and attaches great importance to his own safety. He is strictly guarded. It is already strange that such a person is sneaked by someone, not to mention that the other party uses a head-on method of cutting off his throat with one sword.

Generally speaking, they deal with each other in this kind of underground society, and they don’t have to come forward at all. However, these special features made him unable to help but put down the work at hand and went to see the scene of "gray head" death.

He was one of his subordinates, a veteran who was in his early fifties and had only level three in his strength but had a rich experience in handling cases. He was in charge of the mission of the survey site before.

"Grayhead" Kribiga died in his stronghold, a house that was once heavily guarded.

The subordinate took Cofadon to the third floor, pointed to the ventilation hole on the third floor, and said, "The murderer came in from here."

Cofadon glanced at the vent that was not much bigger than a human head and frowned: "Are you sure?"

The subordinate said, "I have already gone up and looked at it. There are brand new scratches on it. The murderer is either very thin or has used some special means."

He looked at Cofaton: "Just because ordinary people can't get in here, there are no guards nearby, and the murderer can easily avoid his eyes and ears."

Cofadon nodded: "No, keep talking."

Hearing his boss' affirmation, the man was excited: "Please go here."

Take Cofaton along the walkway.

"The murderer met one of Kribiga's men here," the man gestured, trying harder to show himself, "and then he rushed forward and crushed his neck."

"Please look," the man pointed to the floor, "There is a trace of half the forefoot, which should have been formed by sudden force. It is a place where the murderer has few traces left."

He pointed the little footprint at Cofaton, then opened a door next to him, and a male corpse with a twisted neck was upside down: "The murderer threw the body into this room and continued to move forward."

He took Cofadon two turns and came to a five or six-meter-long walkway, with a half-closed door right in front of the walkway.

He said: "This is Kribiga's study. Kribiga was working here last night. At that time, two subordinates were guarding outside."

They continued to move forward.

The man continued, "I don't know what the murderer used to deceive the two guards, and then..."

"Wait," Cofaton interrupted him, "How do you know that it was a fraud rather than a guard being an inner-commander."

"The reason I say this is because the two guards later heard the movement in the study, rushed in, and were killed by the murderer."

The subordinate reached out and pushed the room away. On the floor of the room, there were two corpses of the middle-aged men: "If it were an insider, they would not have heard the noise and broke into the study."

Cofadon nodded in agreement with his point of view, and then his eyes fell on the other end of the study, sitting on the body of a male with his head hanging from behind the desk.

The eye-catching short gray hair made him know at a glance that this was the "grey head" Kribiga.

Looking at the sitting position he was maintaining and his drooping arms, Cofadon frowned again: "Kribiga didn't react? Is the murderer an acquaintance?"

"No," the subordinate said quickly, "Kribiga actually discovered the murderer. According to the memories of the others in the room, they all heard Kribiga scream "Who" halfway, and then the voice was cut off."

"Half-sound..." Cofaton repeated in a low voice.

The door here is facing the desk. If you are not an acquaintance, as long as the murderer pushes open the door, Kribiga will be discovered by him. According to others, Kribiga did find the murderer, and the door is five or six meters away from the desk. In this case, Kribiga, the level 6 warrior, could not even react. He screamed for a while and then cut his throat with a sword. The sharpness and speed of this sword is afraid that even a black iron-level swordsman will be difficult to do it.

Thinking that such a master was actually on his territory, Cofadon couldn't help but have a cold war.

It is obvious that there is more than one who knows these things. His subordinates also have a very serious expression: "This murderer is very fast and is definitely not an ordinary murderer. Sir, should we report the matter..."

"What are you going to do?" Cofadon's eyes glared and interrupted the extravagant subordinate. "This kind of person will die if he dies. He will throw away the body. He doesn't usually deal with it like this, so why bother with nothing else!"

There are too many things like grabbing territory. After all, he is the official representative. Even if there are some revenge, as long as he doesn't force himself to stand out, it will generally not affect him. He doesn't want to get into such a master for some inexplicable reasons.

He made up his mind and forgot about it after he went out.
Chapter completed!