Chapter 124: Black Rust (1)
Morning sunlight slipped through the blinds, streaking the detective agency with warm, golden rays. My suit, hanging casually on a nearby rack, caught the light, scattering a soft yellow glow around the room.
Amidst the shiny, cozy ambiance, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.
Sure, it was a familiar sight—I’d seen it a thousand times before—but it still had that energizing kick that got me going every morning.
The loud chatter of the TV clashed with the quiet, lazy start to the day, reminding me it was just another typical morning at the agency.
As the rocking chair creaked in its familiar, comforting rhythm beneath me, the newspaper in my hand rustled with every turn of the page.
The headlines were dominated by the incident at the 3rd Division of the Trinity Research Institute—a mess that had everyone talking.
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