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?

there been many murder cases in East Borough

do you think

inspector frowned and waved

not interfere with the scene; otherwise, we will view

escort the two reporters away.

crime scene, the

the newspapers

opulent

murder in East Borough. The victim is suspected to have been abused before being killed…” Having had dinner, Audrey was in the activity room casually reading the Backlund

daughter’s soft muttering, Earl Hall shook his head and

The statistics show that there are

to the matter. After a casual chat with her

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

seconds, she saw a dark red beam of

fog, coming inside the

saw a small room to the side. The mottled door was

World’s character. Did something happen to his state of mind? In thought,

follow-up appointment with The World Gehrman Sparrow and concluded that he had fully recovered. To her surprise, she received a request from him for another

puzzled as she felt a

dark room, Audrey leaned against the wall that obviously had another person behind it. Her body

and serene atmosphere, she adjusted her state of mind and said with a brisk tone, “Good evening, Mr.

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

anything… Mr. World’s current problem is completely different from the last

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

“dark clouds” behind the wall scattered significantly. Gehrman Sparrow finally hoarsely said, “Good

She maintained her brisk tone and said, “I’m very curious about

anything else. Let’s

my life, I’m also willing to share with

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

darted slightly to the side as she replied seriously, “To advance myself, to work hard to become a demigod so as to better protect

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