Chapter 135: Let’s Invistigate Serial Killing!
The midnight wind swept across the rooftops of Alkon City.
The city below glittered with thousands of lights. Cars flowed through the streets like glowing rivers while distant trains crossed elevated tracks with a low metallic rumble. Giant holographic advertisements illuminated the skyline, painting the buildings in shades of blue, purple and white.
On the edge of a thirty-story building stood a lone figure. A crimson motorcycle rested behind him. His rabbit-eared helmet reflected the moonlight. The long crimson biker coat fluttered violently in the cold breeze. The mysterious vigilante known across Alkon City...
Crimson Bunny Biker.
Or rather.... Mr.Nobody.
Nobody folded his arms as he stared toward the endless city. "...Dang." He suddenly slapped his forehead. "I just remembered... I forgot to buy the ice I promised Toma."
For several seconds...
Then he sighed dramatically. "...What kind of hero forgets something that simple?" He scratched the side of his helmet. "Hmmm... I guess tomorrow I’ll meet her with that excuse."
A grin slowly appeared beneath his helmet. "Yeah. Sounds like a perfect excuse. I’ll just say..."
"’Sorry, I forgot yesterday, so let’s go buy it together today.’"
He nodded proudly. "Absolutely flawless."
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[System Notification]
The user sure has quite the affection for Toma.
(¬ᴗ ´¬ )
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Nobody looked upward. "...Of course I do." He spoke without hesitation. "My NPC journey only became interesting after meeting her. Before that... I was literally a background decoration. I had no purpose. No dialogue. No importance. I was just another faceless NPC."
Nobody looked toward the stars. "But after meeting Toma...I found adventures. I met her friends. I fought criminals. I unlocked my skills. My life actually became...fun." A small laugh escaped him. "So yeah. I like her." He stretched both arms. "Don’t you think the audience would absolutely love seeing Nobody and Toma become a couple?"
A few seconds passed.
Then....
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[System Window]
Audience??∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?
[System Reply]
The user is once again speaking like a low-IQ human.
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"..." Nobody froze. Very slowly...He lowered his head. "...What?"
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[System Reply]
Statistical analysis indicates romantic delusions have temporarily lowered the user’s intelligence.
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"..." A vein popped on his forehead. "Shut up."
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[System Reply]
Truth cannot be silenced.
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"Shut up, dumbass."
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[System Reply]
Insult detected.
Counterargument prepared.
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"I am WAY better than you."
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[System Reply]
Negative.
The system has never forgotten to buy ice.
(˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
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"..." Nobody’s shoulders slumped. "...Okay. That one hurt." He sighed. "You really had to attack me personally."
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[System Reply]
Correction.
Attack was factually accurate.
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Nobody pointed toward the floating window. "One day. I’m deleting your personality update."
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[System Reply]
Permission denied.
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"..."
"...Fine." He crossed his arms. "Enough nonsense. What’s today’s mission?"
The playful atmosphere vanished. The floating blue screen became darker.
Its borders glowed crimson.
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[Emergency Mission Detected]
Searching...
Searching...
Threat Database Updated.
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A digital file appeared before Nobody. A blurry photograph slowly sharpened. A man in his late thirties. Short black hair, clean-shaven and ordinary face. The kind of person no one would remember after walking past him.
Below the image...
Letters slowly appeared.
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Primary Target
Jonathan Milow
Status: Active
Occupation: Unknown
Current Threat Level: A
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Nobody narrowed his eyes. "...Who is he?"
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Mission Brief
Jonathan Milow has been responsible for the recent serial murders of multiple women across various districts of Alkon City.
Confirmed victims continue to increase.
Current investigation remains unsuccessful.
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Nobody’s expression hardened. "A serial killer..."
The screen continued.
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Victim Pattern Analysis
Female victims only Age range between 20 and 35 Victims disappear during late evening. Bodies discovered several days later. Minimal forensic evidence. Killer demonstrates exceptional planning.
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Nobody slowly clenched his fist. "...How many?"
The answer appeared almost instantly.
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Confirmed Victims:
12
Suspected Victims:
Unknown
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The rooftop suddenly felt colder.
"Twelve.... Twelve innocent lives. Just gone like that. Sigh." Nobody remained silent for several moments. His usual jokes disappeared. "So... The police haven’t caught him."
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[System Reply]
Correct.
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"They don’t know where he lives?"
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[System Window]
Unknown.
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"Occupation?"
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[System Window]
Unknown.
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"Vehicle?"
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[System Window]
Unknown.
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"Family?"
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Unknown.
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Nobody blinked. "...Seriously? How does someone become this level of unknown?"
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[System Reply]
Jonathan Milow intentionally maintains an unremarkable public identity.
Witnesses rarely remember his appearance.
His behavioral profile suggests above-average intelligence and extensive premeditation.
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Nobody stared once more at the photograph. There was nothing special about the man. No scars, no tattoos, no unusual hairstyle, nothing memorable.
Almost...Too ordinary.
"So this guy...Wants people to forget him."
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[System Window]
Correct.
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Nobody quietly nodded. "That’s dangerous." He looked toward the streets below. "If no one remembers his face...He can walk through crowds unnoticed."
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Additional Information (｡- .•)
Police investigations have repeatedly stalled due to insufficient evidence.
Surveillance footage has produced limited usable results.
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Nobody frowned. "Limited?"
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The suspect consistently avoids cameras or positions himself in surveillance blind spots.
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"...He’s experienced."
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Correct.
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Nobody placed one hand on his helmet. "So...What’s my objective?"
The screen brightened.
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Main Mission
Locate Jonathan Milow.
Prevent further civilian casualties.
Capture target alive if possible.
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Another notification appeared immediately underneath.
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Bonus Objective
Rescue any potential victim before elimination.
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Nobody slowly exhaled. "...Alive. Meaning..? He could already be stalking someone tonight."
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Probability:
87.4%
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His eyes widened slightly. "So tonight isn’t preparation. It’s already happening."
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Correct.
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Nobody immediately grabbed his crimson helmet properly. The playful conversation from earlier disappeared completely. The carefree man talking about ice cream and dates with Toma...Was gone.
Standing there now...Was the city’s silent guardian. He walked toward his crimson motorcycle. The engine ignited with a deep mechanical roar.
VROOOOM....
The red lights reflected across the rooftop.
Nobody mounted the bike. "System."
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Listening.
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"Keep scanning every district. If even the smallest clue appears...I want it immediately."
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Confirmed.
Continuous monitoring initiated.
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Nobody looked over the sleeping city. "Twelve victims..." He tightened his grip on the handlebars. "...There won’t be a thirteenth."
The engine roared louder.
VROOOOOOM!!
The rear tire spun violently. Smoke burst across the rooftop.
With a powerful launch... The Crimson Bunny Biker shot forward. His motorcycle raced toward the edge of the building without slowing.
Three meters.
Two.
One.
The motorcycle flew into the night sky.
For a brief moment...It seemed as though the crimson rider was soaring above the city itself. He landed smoothly on the next rooftop with a heavy thud.
BOOM!
Without stopping...He accelerated again. Building after building blurred beneath him as the moon watched silently from above.
Somewhere within the endless lights of Alkon City...
Jonathan Milow was already hunting. And now...Someone far more dangerous had begun hunting him.
The crimson motorcycle thundered across the rooftops like a streak of red lightning.
VROOOOOOM!!
Nobody leaned forward, the rabbit ears on his helmet cutting through the rushing wind. Below him, Alkon City carried on as if nothing were wrong.
Restaurants were still open.
Couples laughed while walking along the sidewalks. Children tugged at their parents’ hands, asking for one last snack before going home. Office workers hurried toward bus stops after another exhausting day. Street musicians played soft melodies near the plaza.
It looked...Peaceful.
Nobody couldn’t help but smile. "...This is why." His voice was barely audible beneath the roaring engine. "This is exactly why I keep doing this."
No one down there knew he was watching over them. No one knew a faceless NPC in a crimson bunny helmet was risking his life every night. And honestly...He preferred it that way.
He accelerated again.
VROOOOM!!
The city lights stretched into long colorful lines as he sped across another rooftop.
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[System Scan Active]
Scanning...
East District...
West District...
North Commercial Zone...
South Harbor...
No immediate anomalies detected.
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Nobody rested one hand on the handlebar. "You know... For someone who insults me every five minutes... You’re actually pretty reliable."
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[System Reply]
Compliment detected.
Saving voice log for future reference.
( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)
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"..."
"Delete that."
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Request denied.
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"I knew you’d say that." He chuckled.
After months of fighting together, arguing with the System had become strangely normal.
Sometimes...It almost felt like he had a sarcastic partner riding beside him. Except that partner lived as a blue window and constantly questioned his intelligence.
The System suddenly spoke again.
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[System Window]
Psychological Profile
Jonathan Milow differs significantly from previous opponents.
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Nobody’s smile disappeared. "Explain."
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Previous enemies pursued money, influence, or revenge.
Jonathan Milow appears motivated by compulsion rather than material gain.
Such individuals often display unpredictable behavior.
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"So he doesn’t kill because someone pays him."
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[System Window]
Correct.
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"He kills because he wants to."
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Probability exceeds 92%.
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Nobody’s grip on the handlebars tightened. "I hate people like that."
The motorcycle slowed as he reached the top of a tall office tower. He switched off the engine.
From this height, nearly half the city was visible. A gentle breeze carried distant sirens through the night.
Nobody removed one glove and rubbed the back of his neck. "Twelve women..." He muttered quietly. "Twelve families destroyed." He looked toward the lights below. "I couldn’t save them."
A rare feeling settled over him. Not guilt. But regret.
He thought he had only become the Crimson Bunny Biker recently. If he had awakened earlier... Could some of them have survived?
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[System Reply]
Negative.
The user lacked combat capability during those periods.
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"...I know. But it still doesn’t feel good."
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Regret is a normal human response.
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Nobody blinked. "...Wait. Did you just comfort me?"
Several seconds passed.
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System message corrected.
Previous statement was informational.
It was not emotional support.
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Nobody laughed. "Hah. Sure. Whatever helps you sleep."
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The System does not sleep.
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"Exactly my point." He stood up and looked across the skyline. "Still... I’m glad you’re here."
This time...The System remained silent. No sarcastic reply.
Nobody raised an eyebrow. "...You’re not going to call me low IQ?"
Still nothing.
"Huh. Guess I actually surprised you." A faint smile formed beneath his helmet.
Then....
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[Long-Range Scan]
Potential anomaly detected.
Location updating...
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A holographic map appeared before him. One section of the city flashed yellow.
The Old Riverside District.
Mostly abandoned warehouses. A few aging apartment buildings. Poor street lighting. low nighttime pedestrian traffic.
Nobody’s expression sharpened instantly. "What happened?"
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Multiple surveillance cameras experienced simultaneous signal interruption.
Duration:
11 seconds.
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"...Only eleven?"
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Correct.
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"That can’t be a coincidence."
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Probability of deliberate interference:
89%.
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Nobody immediately climbed back onto his motorcycle. "If Jonathan is really careful... He wouldn’t leave obvious evidence."
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Correct.
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"So if cameras suddenly go blind...Someone wanted them blind."
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Logical conclusion accepted.
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Nobody lowered his visor. The red eyes from the visor glowed faintly in the darkness. "If that’s him..." His voice became calm. "...then tonight ends differently." He twisted the throttle.
The engine exploded to life once more.
VROOOOOOOOM!!