For hours, only the sound of rustling papers was heard in the quiet room.
But when the sun cast an orange hue on the horizon, frustrated grunts were added to the chorus.
"Aaaahhh! I'm done! I can't read these anymore!" Mikael groaned as he lost hold of all the pages he was turning with the skill. Like a deflating balloon, the ghost swooped around in circles as he tried to wrack his brain for a solution.
"Haah… this is really bad, sir." Deon frowned at the useless case files piled in front of him, "There's really not a single clue to be found in these reports."
From morning until evening, the two had done nothing but pore over the reports, hoping to miraculously find even the slightest clue that other detectives might have missed.
However, all they found were those already summarized in that newspaper clipping from a month ago.
