In a past life, Wufu, during her time in the Mercenary Corps, undertook numerous tasks: serving as a bodyguard for nobles and powerful people, stealing classified documents, and even committing murder, among other things. She participated in many assignments that she was qualified for, which was why the amount of money in her personal account was more than she could ever spend.
The recruitment for mercenaries preferred former special forces soldiers, but Wufu wasn’t one of them. She started from scratch, coming from a security company, and only after undergoing rigorous training and passing assessments did she become a true mercenary.
As a mercenary, one basically had to disregard life or death, yet in the Mercenary Corps, having a fearless heart wasn’t enough.
To be honest, no one truly wishes to die. Since nobody wants to die, they must become stronger. It is only by becoming stronger that one could add layers of protection to their life.
However, becoming stronger wasn’t easy—it required much sacrifice.
Therefore, training never ceased after joining the Mercenary Corps, especially in order to fulfill the employer’s missions more efficiently, which meant that they had to consolidate their skills. Naturally, this was a personal choice; there were plenty who didn’t want to train as well.
Wufu herself was a late starter and had to learn far more skills than others, which is why she had also dabbled in criminal psychology. Even though she hadn’t delved deeply into it, grazing the surface was enough to put her ahead of the average person.
At that moment, she looked at the dense writing on the paper before her and her face grew stern.
The Flower-Picking Thief not only dishonored women but even severed their symbol of femininity, indicating that this individual’s psyche was extremely violent and dark, and that he harbored great contempt and hatred for women.
Typically, those with such a psychological state have either been abused by women or subjected to extreme humiliation. Repressed grievances and resentment can build up over time, eventually erupting uncontrollably.
And to commit such acts, the criminal’s mental endurance must be exceptionally strong; they must be fearless in the face of life and death and not even afraid of ghosts and gods. Otherwise, how could they murder so many with such brutal methods in such ancient times without fearing divine retribution?
Someone , if they are to hide their trace, must either be very good at camouflage or prefer social withdrawal. Given the dark nature of his psyche, Wufu leaned towards the latter possibility. A person who interacts less with others tends to close themselves off more, their psyche becoming darker and less willing to meet people. Over time, they can become more morose and paranoid, turning into a psychopath.
Isn’t the Flower-Picking Thief likely the same?
"Where the hell is this bastard hiding?" Wufu tapped her finger on the paper and stroked her chin, clicking her tongue twice.
She then looked towards the victims and felt it was necessary to understand their situations. Doing so would help identify commonalities faster and pinpoint the criminal sooner.
Putting away the papers and seeing that the day was still young, she decided to first learn about the first victim in the county. As for how to go about the visit?
Money makes things easier; as long as you pay, you can learn a lot.
She resolved to act immediately, settled her accounts, and headed to the vicinity of the first victim’s home.
It wasn’t until evening that Wufu dragged her weary body back to the inn, clamoring, "Liu Jin, go call the servant to bring up some hot water. Your lady is dead tired and needs to soak in a bath."
"Yes," Liu Jin responded, then added excitedly, "My lady, you truly have a divine foresight. Someone indeed came today looking for you, asking you to meet over a cup of tea."
Wufu uttered a surprised sound. Who would that be?