"?"
A huge question mark appeared on Marvin's forehead; he really couldn't understand why...
the finger of blame suddenly pointed at him?
There were rightful claims for grievances and debts; his beef with Maggie Criss had nothing to do with him!
Indeed, people without logical thinking were simply unreasonable!
"What are you doing!"
Upon seeing his move, Police Supervisor McMillan immediately drew his revolver from his waist and sternly shouted, "Put down the weapon!"
"This is not a weapon, Mr. Police Supervisor."
With a 'pop,' Giuseppe Diaz pulled out the cork and tossed the bottle onto the floor, saying with a smile, "This is a Lingguai; it only obeys its master's orders... oh, I almost forgot, you can't see them."
He was right; the police investigators, including McMillan, couldn't see the monster at all. To them, there was nothing inside the bottle—Giuseppe Diaz looked like a ridiculous clown talking to himself.
But...
