Gray filled Jason's vision, permeated with the breath of death.
This time he began to widen the search area.
In the back alley, apart from the viscera at his feet smeared with the aura of death, there was nothing else worth noting.
He moved his footsteps, walking out of the alleyway.
As for the police station?
Before he arrived, he had already confirmed that there was nothing inside tainted with the same aura of death.
As Jason moved, the surrounding reporters immediately dispersed.
After walking out of the alley with ease, Jason immediately locked his eyes on the mailbox opposite.
This mailbox looked no different from those in other locations, almost as tall as a man, painted green throughout, and somewhat mottled.
But inside, the aura of death was so dense it reached the extreme.
Much more than the viscera contained in the trash bin.
Torso!
Jason guessed.
Then, he walked straight toward the mailbox.
From a distance, the mailbox looked no different from others.
