Chapter 65: The Crime Scene
Chapter 65: The Crime Scene
“…We’re sorry, we’ll investigate this as soon as possible!” The customer service operator hung up the phone with a forced smile and sighed.
A curious colleague asked, “Another complaint about the sewers?”
Nodding, the operator jotted the details of the complaint in her logbook. When she finished, she noticed the page already listed more than twenty complaints. She found it odd and mumbled, both to her colleague and herself, “Yes, but… this is strange. These complaints happen every year, but…”
“It’s been unusually frequent the past two days, and all from the same area—Birlington Road in the Imperial District.”
Her colleague shrugged. “Maybe some stray animals died in the sewers. It’s happened before.”
The operator nodded, agreeing it was plausible.
Late September was one of the hottest times of the year. The sweltering heat didn’t just affect people—animals sought refuge in cooler places like sewers. Stray cats and dogs weren’t as selective as humans about shelter. But sewers could be deadly, with hazards like wires and hooks trapping animals.
The intense heat and humidity turned such deaths into biological disasters within a day or two, spreading a foul stench.