"....Poor guy, he was mutilated, his intestines are missing, his head was bitten off by something..., It was probably a white menace who did it"
The sweet and rusty smell of fresh blood impregnated every corner of the room, making one wonder what type of carnage the room experienced.
The destructed walls and furniture didn't help in that impression
"If you are truly sorry, you should stop exploring his chest cavity!"
A mature voice resounded in the old Victorian apartment, sounding a little helpless with the situation
"Also, you should use a smaller coat, it will get troublesome if some ether particles stick to its bottom"
"But then I will need to order a new one"
"Just shut up and do it Mebius!"
The mature voice scolded
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The cold wet road reflected the blue and red light through its countless small puddles.
The moon shined through the dark clouds, giving a much-needed light to the old, Saint Patrick's Avenue.
Since the foundation of the avenue was old, the administration of the old city didn't bother making a proper light system.
-Nobody lives there anyway- maybe that's what passed through their heads.
You know even the homeless won't enter Saint Patryck's avenue
Though, that was proven wrong.
Someone was living in the old Victorian houses.
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The police closed the avenue. though they didn't need to do that, since nobody would enter this accursed place
"So what's your report on the case, Mebius"
In one of the old houses, an interesting conversation was taking place
Three people sitting on old and dusty chairs that are so dilapidated, it wasn't surprising if they just broke in half.
A middle-aged man wearing a spotless gray suit with a grey fedora asked the man? In front of him while tiding up his long gray mustache
The man responded with a drowsy voice like he was a moment away from entering the dreamland
"The man was killed by a White menace, there were a lot of ether particles on the house, a lot of tonic enhancers, and some blue beard meat around the house, in conclusion, some guy from the YOGG Faction decided to enhance his body using transmutation and rituals, which attracted a white menace that mutilated his body and consumed his intestines"
His rather dim blue eyes narrowed uncomfortably, the dark circles under his eyes proved his bad sleeping habits
"There, I made my job, can I go back to sleep now"
The sleepy man passed his hand through his light green hair and said, rather upset that his boss woke him up for something so trivial.
"Mebius!, Stop being so ignorant, you know how important this case is".
The third man in the group couldn't bear Mebius's Bullshit anymore and scolded the Man? Boy? Youth?.
The bulging muscles under his Police uniform almost tore it apart.
The deformed corner of his mouth along with the bloodshot eyes showed the amount of pressure he was enduring was not small
While enduring the desire to beat up Mebius he asked the fedora man
"Come on Jack!, you should influence to call someone other than Mebius for this!"
"hehe, I wish I did Amon, I wish I did"
Jack, the Fedora man did feel he should have called someone else, Mebius is rather dificult to work with.
But he is helpless, there isn't anyone more suited for the job, and the rest of the investigators were sent to help in the royal murder case in the new city
But a YOGG appearing in the old city was just that unusual
The last time a YOGG appeared in a largely populated area... Jack doesn't want to remember
So while Jack feels bad for pushing Amon and Mebius together, he also knows its necessary
And the two also knew this, so Amon didn't blame Jack and Mebius... Well Mebius Dont have the time and Energy to do that anyway
"Well, now that the inspection is done, I will go back to sleep"
Mebius stood up from the chair slowly, tied up his white lab coat, and walked towards the exit door.
Jack and Amon looked at each other a little speechless
"I know Mebius is difficult to deal with, but have some faith in his skills, the sooner we deal with this the better"
Jack said in a pleading tone
"*sigh* I will give it a shot, but putting an Inhuman in charge of the investigation about the YOGGS nonetheless, is just too much, what are the higher-ups thinking"
"We don't know and we shouldn't"
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