Chapter 370: That language…
As Haru looked down at the wooden floorboards of the inn he saw what looked like a claw of some kind. It was long and as black as night in colour but despite that, it still managed to reflect light from its glossy finish and there wasn't even the slightest amount of blood on it.
'Could that be the murder weapon? But how is it possible that a claw-shaped object could create such a clean hole?' Haru thought before reaching down to pick it up. As he put his hand beside it he realised that the claw was about the size of one of his fingernails.
It strangely resembled the claw of a common house cat but he wasn't sure if a cats claw was even capable of cutting through bone even if it was shot out of a gun.
