"Not bad perception, Brian."
The shadow stopped more than twenty meters away from Brian and spoke in a voice that carried clearly to his ears, though it wasn't loud.
"Hey, Dean, are you also out for a walk?"
Brian waved his hand at Dean, who was more than twenty meters away.
Yes, the man who had come was his father-in-law, Mr. Dean.
Dean shrugged, "No, I came looking for you. You really stink. Did you slaughter a hundred people, or was it two hundred? Does Susan know that you're a serial killer behind her back?"
The more you walk at night, the more likely you are to encounter ghosts.
This was the first time Brian had been caught red-handed.
And it was by his own father-in-law.
Brian's expression began to falter.
Before he returned, he had made a special trip to the nearest safe house to wash himself with chemical reagents he had left there in advance, yet Dean still smelled the faint scent of blood on him.
Old Dean's sense of smell could be compared to Shi San's.
