"Arson?" a patrol officer asked, shivering.
The sheriff also felt a pang of fear, but he still sternly reprimanded his subordinate, "Do you think an arson could leave not a single one of the twenty-five people able to run out? All these bodies have fatal wounds, it must have been murder followed by arson."
"Look at this person, the cut on his neck was enough to kill him, yet his head was also split open." Another patrol officer's lower teeth uncontrollably chattered against his uppers, almost crying out, "Who exactly were the deceased? Does one need to be killed twice in order to die? Have we encountered a cult?"
A patrol officer struggled through the crowd and handed a letter to the sheriff.
The sheriff broke the seal and briefly scanned the contents of the letter, then suddenly his face broke into a smile, "We don't need to worry about this case anymore. The sheriff of the dock district is willing to take over this case; he says it's a family feud."
