"How did he die?"
Malz asked urgently.
"His throat was cut!
In a cellar in his own home—a cellar so hidden, not even the household butler knew when it had been dug up,"
the patrol officer replied immediately.
At that moment, Arthur and Malz exchanged glances, thinking of Clay who had died in the same way.
"Could this be a serial killing?"
the old sheriff instinctively asked the young spirit medium.
"Similar in nature but different in purpose—Malz, send more men to question those thirty or so young people and find out who is still alive?"
Arthur said this.
Malz was stunned.
"Are you suggesting... a murder to silence them?"
the old sheriff asked tentatively.
"If that's the case, then it's simple."
Arthur murmured softly, subtly controlling Wuni to take flight, searching for the things she cared about most at this moment.
Meanwhile, Malz yelled out—
"Dico, get everyone moving!
Quickly, quickly, quickly!"
the old sheriff urged repeatedly.
