Hearing Arthur's words, Malz slapped his forehead—this police chief was one of the believers in Arthur's ability to communicate with the undead.
"Forgot, no one died this time!"
An apologetic smile appeared on Malz's face.
However, seeing that apologetic smile, Arthur felt like punching him.
What did that smile mean?
It made him seem like the Grim Reaper, where death followed wherever he went.
How could that be possible?!
It was all a coincidence!
Moreover, this time there was a fundamental difference—Jenkins, the painter, had actively barged in, rather than being someone Arthur encountered outside.
There was a fundamental difference.
Arthur was very confident and then, after thinking for a moment, said,
"When Jenkins disappeared, did the extensive search in South Los cover all districts?"
In his previous memories, No. 2 Cork Street had been searched—afterward, Old Charlie had been busy for days resetting the mechanisms and secret rooms.
