Chapter 809: Section 543: Me at This Moment (Part One)_2
Damn it, Officer Goldhatch looked at the full bowl of Thainan Mao Blood Prosperity in front of him and suddenly lost all appetite.
"Officer Gold, did you find anything?" his colleague from Carterburg asked.
"Absolutely nothing, I can only confirm that the murderer is an exceptionally powerful psychic. This can be seen from how he shattered the entire door into pieces," Officer Goldhatch replied, his gaze uncontrollably shifting to the wall across the door, where hung the largest meat vendor from the Copenhagen meat market, nominally the landless Baron, His Excellency Lee Spencer.
He must have been behind the door. When the mahogany door turned into pieces, he unfortunately became the first victim, with splinters penetrating his body, nailing him to the wall just like the lifeless Sharou beasts hanging at the meat stalls.
May the Lord have mercy.
Never one to believe much in deities, Officer Goldhatch traced the emblem of the Lord of Justice on his chest and then moved behind the new victim. As usual, sitting to the left of Officer Goldhatch was Mr. Song Zaiyi, Copenhagen’s largest charcoal seller and one of the city councilors.
Damn those greedy folks from the Peninsula, always insatiable.
Goldhatch cursed in his heart as he watched him and the small stove in front of him, thinking about how many poor people freeze to death each year because they can’t afford charcoal. Well, Councilor Song, it seems you’ll also meet your end by swallowing charcoal.
Thinking this, Officer Goldhatch turned his attention to the victim on his right—a white-haired old lady with a kindly look. She was Mrs. Alice Moriarty, sitting there with a smile, appearing as if nothing was amiss. However, who could imagine that she was the sole ruler of Copenhagen’s underground liquor market and the leader of the city’s most powerful criminal ’family’? How many crimes has her family committed? To put it this way, the Copenhagen Police Department has a particular archive room dedicated to storing such records—eight large sections, and they’ve already filled seven and a half.
From his angle, Officer Goldhatch could see a bullet hole in the back of the lady’s head. Why the bullet didn’t exit was a question, but evidently, it’s not something Officer Goldhatch cared to explore.
Goodnight, madam.