Chapter 39: Golden Murdock (2)
Amber’s ghost capture ended, unfortunately, far too quickly.
The ghost had escaped—transcending time and space.
When she tried to blow dust on it to see its form while caught on the magnet, it started furiously rubbing its face with its hands like it was ticklish.
And then, just like that, it vanished.
According to the distortion field detector, it had instantaneously moved from the counter to the far end of the store.
It was literal teleportation.
If it were human, it would be like being strapped to a bed while someone dumped a barrel of dust on your face. The reaction was understandable.
Still, it wasn’t a complete loss.
For a brief moment, she’d seen the shape of the ghost’s face through the dust, even the shape of its mouth.
That short glimpse of visual data had value.
Amber pulled up the saved visual data and cross-referenced it with every trace she’d collected so far.
She fed it all into the Seoul Office’s facial reconstruction AI.