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. Passing by her, Officer Goldhatch saw a half-human, Simon "Big Toe," the Dark Guild’s assassin who managed to twist his arm backwards in a highly difficult move and stabbed his beloved dagger through his own heart from behind. Officer Goldhatch knew at least seven colleagues whose deaths were connected to him. This time, no one would cry before their graves again; if Officer Goldhatch were to pass their words, he would tell them that Simon has been killed by a ranger, and even crafted for him a very thoughtful cause of death. Perfect, criminals dying by their own sin, Officer Goldhatch almost applauded the killer. Because he spotted a brand new ’victim,’ Chopin Corbin from the Southern District. By day, he was a respected councilor of Copenhagen, but by night, he was the city’s only loan shark, maintaining his monopoly because he controlled hundreds of private soldiers and over a hundred speedy guns, all from Lord Malin’s workshops, which were so fast they barely needed reloading. Anyone who dared compete with him in business now had their families buried in cemeteries across the north and south. His death was also befitting his side job—his mouth was stuffed full of Mowish paper money, perhaps his trachea was full as well. PASSing by him, Officer Goldhatch glanced at a young man who had drowned himself in a large bowl of soup, grabbing his ponytail from behind his head. Ah, isn’t this Junichiro Hirata, the young fish seller from the East Port district. Unlike Donald Leonard, who swaggered around the fish market, Mr. Junichiro Hirata preferred bullying the independent fishermen. His fishing fleet was formidable, and these bastards even robbed fishermen at sea, bound them, threw them into the ocean to feed the fish, and then took over their boats. So, Mr. Hirata, you ending up drowned in this large bowl of soup seems to fulfill the ancient prophecy about good swimmers drowning well. "Such a creative way to die, right?" remarked Officer Goldhatch’s partner beside him. He turned his head and saw his old friend’s red nose, Halil Duboa, your nose is ruined, huh. Thinking this, Officer Goldhatch sighed: "My old friend, it seems you haven’t had a drink today." "I haven’t had a drink for several months now. Our future Queen was right, drowning one’s past in alcohol is the most cowardly act, which is why I am here today." "Your intuition should be better than mine, can you sense anything?" Officer Goldhatch asked with a smile. "Chaotic Spiritual Energy. Everyone present has been completely controlled. Each person’s cause of death corresponds to their sin. To call this murder would be less accurate than calling it a trial of justice. Where is the squad from the Church of the Lord of Justice, why can’t I see them?" "The squad from the Lord of Justice refused to take the case. His Excellency the Bishop said they didn’t want to handle a case where every victim deserved their fate," Officer Goldhatch answered. To be honest, he really liked the Lord of Justice and his followers. The case had unfolded for nearly half a day now, and the relatives of these guys had already issued bounties, but they had absolutely no leads. The Psychic who came to kill must be at least nearly legendary and possess extremely high Spell Talent, possibly even being a Legendary Mage, because the silence field they set up made everyone downstairs oblivious, even the members from the Mage Tower who monitor the city’s magical fluctuations detected nothing. "The Church of the Lord of Justice folks are really straightforward, and they don’t have to fear anything. But that being said, we are the unlucky ones, aren’t we?" Halil asked. "You could say that, my old friend," Officer Goldhatch nodded. "I’m fine; I’m just transferred here to assist from the Northern Administrative Province; I can leave anytime, but you’re in a tough spot." "Ha, it won’t come down to me. Everyone in Copenhagen knows Halil Duboa is a drunkard; it’s good enough that he shows up at the police station every day." Speaking of which, Halil noticed the corpse that had a dagger driven into its head from under the chin. "Look who we got here! Isn’t this our Tongue Cutter?" Officer Goldhatch followed his old friend’s gaze and saw Mr. Habibi Sharrod, also a seemingly respectable councilman. But few people knew that he was involved with the kidnapping gangs terrorizing the entire Central Administrative Province. These guys would cut the victim’s tongues, then sell them out of the area or even overseas, with many victims never being found in their lifetimes. Including Halil’s wife, who was still a missing person. The Northern Kingdom had not signed an extradition agreement with the Lord of Justice because these councilmen did not want their fates in the hands of a justice fanatic. "They wouldn’t have expected another justice fanatic to come and punish them," Halil said with a laugh as he took out a flat, paper-wrapped item from his pocket. "You quit smoking?" Officer Goldhatch asked curiously. "What’s that?" "Mild medicinal gum, wrapped with a diluted World Tree potion, meant for chewing. It effectively deals with dental plaque and treats our gums as well as lung and stomach issues. In Carterburg, many old smokers have started using it to protect themselves." Saying this, Halil unwrapped the packaging and put the white thin slab into his mouth, then handed another piece, "Want one, old pal?" "I’ll take one." Officer Goldhatch took the gum, unwrapped it, and put it into his mouth. Officer Goldhatch and Halil noticed the commotion outside the corridor. They went out and saw Mrs. Moriarty’s only son standing there, spitting at their superior. The pitiful superior and the pitiful relatives of the victims didn’t manage to elicit any sympathy from the two officers, who stepped aside and watched their superior take the gentleman to the door. "I must avenge my mother," said the man who had just lost his mother. Then Officer Goldhatch heard the sound of glass breaking at the end of the hallway behind him. Before he could turn around, he and his old buddy Halil saw Mr. Moriarty’s head being blown off. Mr. Moriarty fell silently to the floor in the corridor, not until then did their superior belatedly scream about a gunner and then dove onto the carpet of the corridor. Halil crawled to the window side, watching Officer Goldhatch approached the window and immediately reached out his hand. But Officer Goldhatch shook off his hand, pushed open the window that had a small pane broken, and looked out at the blizzard and the dimly visible Bell Tower in the storm. Direct distance...796 meters.