Damn it, Officer Goldhatch looked at the full bowl of Thainan Mao Blood Prosperity in front of him and suddenly lost all appetite.
"Officer Gold, did you find anything?" his colleague from Carterburg asked.
"Absolutely nothing, I can only confirm that the murderer is an exceptionally powerful psychic. This can be seen from how he shattered the entire door into pieces," Officer Goldhatch replied, his gaze uncontrollably shifting to the wall across the door, where hung the largest meat vendor from the Copenhagen meat market, nominally the landless Baron, His Excellency Lee Spencer.
He must have been behind the door. When the mahogany door turned into pieces, he unfortunately became the first victim, with splinters penetrating his body, nailing him to the wall just like the lifeless Sharou beasts hanging at the meat stalls.
May the Lord have mercy.
