Backlund, East Borough, in a two-room apartment.

A few policemen in black-and-white checkered uniforms opened the door and entered. All of them reached out to cover their mouths.

There was a strong stench of blood inside!

“Officer, I’ve no idea what happened. Other tenants said that it seems like there’s plenty of blood here that they can even smell it from next door.” The landlord with a silk top hat looked around in fear, unwilling to stay in the room for another second.

A black-haired, blue-eyed police officer with an inspector epaulet waved his hand and said, “Wait by the door. We still have questions for you.”

As he spoke, he wore his white gloves and cast his gaze towards the wooden door of the bedroom.

However, he wasn’t in a rush to enter. He slowly surveyed the area and visually took in the surroundings-a pile of coal, a cupboard with cutlery and food, a small stove, a cleanly washed iron pot, a somewhat greasy table, two collapsed circular stools, two slanted chairs, a few glass bottles with unknown powders, and a stack of scattered tarot cards.

“A mysticism enthusiast with an ordinary financial situation?” The black-haired, blue-eyed inspector nodded gently as he made a judgment. Then, he signaled for a subordinate to open the bedroom door.

With a creak, a stronger smell of blood gushed out.

The constable who opened the door looked in and let out a short exclamation as he repeatedly retreated.

The inspector frowned. He pressed the retreating constable’s shoulders, circled around him, and approached the bedroom.

When he swept his gaze, his expression immediately changed.

In the bedroom, on a wooden bed, there was a man lying there. His hands were tied to the bedpost.

He was naked with deep and shallow marks on his body. His blood had long been drained, dyeing the bedsheet and blanket beside him dark red.

On a cursory glance, the deceased had apparently been bound by metal wire, cutting into his skin and flesh, right into his bones.

This scene still affected the policemen who had seen many murder scenes. Furthermore, it had a diabolical feeling like it was a ritual.

As the inspector was about to say something, two people rushed into the room. One of them attempted to take photos while the other bombarded him with questions.

“Another murder case?

many murder

do you think it’s a

black-haired, blue-eyed inspector frowned

otherwise, we will view

from before, “Khazix, please escort the two reporters away.

were escorted out of the crime scene, the inspector

the newspapers again.

the opulent villa of

in East Borough. The victim is suspected to have been abused before being killed…” Having

his daughter’s soft muttering, Earl

are people dying every day in there. It’s far

the matter. After a casual chat with her parents and brother, she returned to her room with her

human and dog could read each other’s minds without any exchanging of words. The latter stood by the door as a guard while Audrey locked

few seconds, she saw a dark red beam of

the gray fog, coming inside the magnificent

room to

World’s character. Did something happen to his state of mind? In thought, Audrey entered the room and

with The World Gehrman Sparrow and concluded that he had fully recovered. To her surprise, she received a request

puzzled as she felt a little

person behind it. Her body slowly slid down as she

of mind and said with a brisk tone, “Good evening,

already knew the situation with his Body of Heart and Mind, or in common parlance, his emotions or

disheartened, confused, depressed, and having no interest in anything… Mr. World’s current problem is completely different from the last one… What happened this time? Audrey gently bit her lip and calmly made a judgment and used a timely

the most useful power of a Psychiatrist. In ancient times, it was

wall scattered significantly. Gehrman Sparrow finally hoarsely said, “Good evening, Miss

her original plan. She maintained her brisk tone and said, “I’m very curious about your recent experiences. It seems you

need to think about anything else. Let’s have a chat first, just like

willing to share with you some of the interesting

fell silent for a moment. Without answering the question, he asked, “What hopes do

she replied seriously, “To advance myself, to work

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