Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

Avoiding the eyes of the other officers, the three huddled around a sofa in the room. Even with the multiple glances towards the three, the police did not dare bother them as they spoke.

"Feather poisoning a random bellboy and conveniently getting caught after? I don’t trust it one bit," Jotou uttered.

"I don’t think it was much of a convenience, they did say she put up a resistance," the redhead corrected.

"Whatever the case, it’s clear as day my dad didn’t bring us here to see Feather," Fumeko huffed. "One thing it all comes back to is procedure. We’re not working with the law and taking ’precautionary steps’ and waiting for approval."

Jotou glanced to the corners of the room, "Thank hell this world doesn’t have security cameras—yet."

"I can take a guess, but..." Hotaru eyed the blonde.

"Surveillance cameras, their put up in places that need to be watched and record things going by. Like a camera that keeps taking pictures every nanosecond so that people can see it later and know what happened."

While Jotou explained the concept, red strings dashed across the brunette’s vision. She held a hand to her a chin and gazed to the floor, "...The murders, they have to be connected..."

Hotaru’s ears bristled to hear that mutter. "It’s been established, right? They were used by the cult to send directions to their gathering spots, collect a soul and the victims were a part of the cult—assumingly."

Fumeko furrowed her brows and slowly shook her head, "Why do something so elaborate just to give directions?

Collecting a soul’s a lead we can’t follow necessarily, but with how many ghosts there were when we fought, there should’ve been a LOT more murders happening. I think," Fumeko pondered longer... "I think that’s a secondary purpose."

"Like what?" the wolf-girl asked.