Finks' voice was heard.

Only then did Rolsey wake up from the shock.

He curled his lips and said.

"There are so many people in the police station, why did they choose us? That was a major case in which thousands of people died. It's horrifying to think about it."

"Oh... God forbid, please don't open the coffin for an autopsy, otherwise my life will be lost today."

"Gudu...! Gudu...!..." Steaming smoke came out of the coffee machine.

"The Finks coffee is ready, come over and make it."

Rolsey poured himself a cup of coffee and walked to his desk.

Finks laughed while making coffee.

"Stop complaining. It's okay now anyway. Come over and take a look."

"If you can help, help. If you can't help, there's nothing you can do."

The two are in the office.

Stayed there for nearly an hour.

Just arrived at the door of the police station.

Just arrived at the appointed time. .

I saw two figures walking from the Special Affairs Bureau.

Both wore cloaks.

But one of them.

Finks recognized the other man immediately.

It was Wilder who accepted his entrustment last time.

Mainly under the opponent's cloak.

That sinister smile.

Keep Finks' memory fresh.

The other one, judging from the figure, was a woman whom Finks had not come into contact with.

Finks stepped forward and extended his right hand in greeting.

"Mr. Wilder, I didn't expect such a coincidence. It's an honor to work with you again on a case."

Wilder originally walked with his head down.

Lift the cloak slightly.

smiled.

"It's not a coincidence. I asked you to assist me by name. Since you feel very honored, it means that I made the right choice."

Fingers' outstretched right hand froze in the air.

Suddenly a bitter look appeared on his face.

Reluctantly, he shook his right hand.

Then he said.

"I wonder who this person next to you is?"

Not even waiting for Wilder’s introduction.

The woman took the initiative and made a pleasant sound.

"Hello, my name is Belisa. If you issue another commission next time, you can contact me privately."

Even with a mask on his face.

But you can tell from the sound that the other person is in his early 20s at most.

The Special Affairs Bureau generally accepts tasks.

All arrangements are made by senior leaders of the police department.

It's rare to have a lone police detective, issued a private assignment.

In the hearts of both of them.

Finks is just a big fat sheep.

"Okay, Ms. Belisa."

"Behind me is Rolsey, a coroner."

"Mr. Wilder, what do we need to do next?"

Wilder hasn't spoken yet.

"Ta da...! Ta da...!" Behind Finks, there was a sound of horse hooves.

A carriage slowly stopped beside them.

Wilder then said.

"Get in the carriage. This is the carriage coming to pick us up from the North District. It's up to them to decide what to do later."

"OK!"

4 people in a carriage.

Came to a large warehouse in the North District.

At this time, a cordon was set up around the warehouse.

Everyone just got off the carriage.

A police officer came over.

"Welcome. Since the matter is urgent, I won't be polite. Come with me."

Wilder, the team leader, nodded.

"Well, please lead the way!"

At this time, in the large warehouse, except for ordinary police officers.

There are also several people wearing cloaks.

Inside the warehouse.

There are white circles drawn everywhere.

Each white circle marks a deceased person.

Densely packed, everywhere.

Look carefully.

These are placed in a circle, and a six-pointed star array is formed inside the circle.

The noise of their arrival.

Naturally, he was discovered by people inside.

One of them, a detective with three stars on his shoulder, walked toward them.

He extended his hand to Wilder who was walking at the front.

"I'm Senior Detective Waltz, the person in charge of this case. Thank you all for coming to help!!"

Wilder reached out and shook hands with the other party.

asked.

"I'm the Special Affairs Bureau, Wilder. Where are you now? What do you need our help with?"

Waltz's face showed slight embarrassment.

Made a please gesture.

Everyone explained as they walked inside.

"It can be said that nothing has been found now, and the bodies have been buried. Some private investigators have also been hired, but according to the investigation, all participants are voluntary."

"I also asked the corpse collector to help, but the answer is still the same."

"According to the description of the body, no one else was present except the person who committed suicide at the scene."

"That is to say... it is probably a sacrificial activity planned behind the scenes."

"I asked you to come here to help me. I want to find out who is behind this and prevent this kind of case from happening again."

"Bring those who are making fun of human life to justice."

Waltz leads them to the busy scene.

greeted a cloaked man.

"Sir Grant!!"

A man wearing a black cloak.

He turned to look at Waltz.

He said in a calm tone.

"What's up?"

Waltz pointed at Wilder and made a hasty introduction.

"They are members of the East District Special Bureau. His name is Wilder and he is the leader of the East District."

Then he introduced Wilder.

"This is a member of the Western District Special Bureau, Grant, the leader of the Western District."

"The Southern District is far away, so I didn't invite them here this time. I asked you two to work together to solve the case."

Grant just nodded slightly indifferently.

Then he returned his attention to the ground.

He holds a wordless book in his hand.

Keep reading.

Wilder didn't interrupt, just stood aside and watched their actions.

There was also a mantle that was placed ceremonially around Grant.

When the last three candles are placed.

The cloaked man who arranged the ceremony said to everyone.

"Please step back!!"

Everyone naturally knew what the other party was going to do and dispersed without saying a word.

Then he saw the wordless book in Grant's hand.

Start rolling.

It was as if someone was turning the pages of the book in his hand.