When Jason rushed over to the accident site where the carriage overturned, the first thing that caught his eye was that shattered carriage. The horse that was pulling the carriage was already in a pool of blood. Its upper body, including its skull, had long disappeared. The fractured parts were full of lacerated wounds. Jason only needed to take one look, and the scene of a huge monster grabbing this horse in one fell swoop arose in his mind. It seemed like the monster had bitten off half of the horse’s body and intended to swallow what it had in its mouth. But then, because it did not fancy the taste, it tossed the remaining part of the horse on the ground. The taste was not to its liking? And the next moment, after making a detour about the smashed up carriage, Jason saw a pool of blood and flesh on the ground. It was that kind that was chewed to bits, then vomited out on the ground. Instinctively, Jason thought of Kurtz, the second constable who was killed in the line of duty. What the other party encountered was the same as the horse in front of him. But this was a greater tragedy. This was what Bondy said straightaway, the moment Jason had walked over and stopped right beside him. Then, without waiting for Jason to speak, this sheriff went on to say, "Tik was not involved in this case.” "At that time, he was on vacation.” "So why did Tik still have to meet with such a mishap?” It might seem as though Bondy was asking Jason these questions, yet it also seemed like Bondy was asking himself the same questions. Then, the sheriff continued speaking, with his voice getting increasingly louder. "Why was it Tik, and not me?” Toward the end, Bondy was already shouting at the top of his lungs. And with all this shouting going on, Bondy’s face became slightly distorted, causing him to look exceptionally scary. Bondy could feel that the sheriff was beginning to exude a hint of a strange aura. Jason was extremely sensitive when it came to such an aura. Because it was so fresh in his memory! He would never, ever be able to forget that gloomy and cold pressure that he felt right at the doorstep of the "I’m not the only one being targeted.” Jason thought to himself silently. Then, keeping Bondy at an eye-level range of vision, he enunciated his words distinctly, “Because he’s related to the Kalina case, while you’re not.” A clear answer. This aroused Bondy’s attention. Bondy lifted his hands to grab hold of Jason. It was as though he had found an outlet to vent his anger. But Jason was a step faster in reacting. He dodged to the left to avoid Bondy’s grasp. And then, his left thumb pressed onto the pulps of fingertips of his index finger and middle finger, while his fourth finger and pinky finger curved into his palm. Next, he loosened the grip of his thumb and stretched his index and pinky fingers to straighten them. The pulps of the fingertips of his middle and ring fingers curved inwards, where his thumb moved over to press down on the first joint of these two fingers. Amidst the low and deep Graphical Reiterations, a layer of special force field enveloped Jason in his entirety. Then, Jason lifted his hands to pat Bondy’s shoulder. A loud whine was heard after the sound of a crisp slap. A dark shadow flew out of Bondy’s body, and very quickly, it dissipated into thin air. And Bondy, who was originally so angry that his face was distorted by rage, froze out of the momentary shock. His face had returned to normal, and his anger had long been appeased. But his mind simply could not forget the scene from earlier on. This was why, when the sheriff cast his eyes at Jason, there was the element of shock–though more of it was helplessness. He had verified that he had just met with a very special experience. That was not simply a monster. But in the real sense of the word… "That is, what is that?” The sheriff was beginning to splutter incoherently. It was not just the sheriff. The constables around him were even more at a loss. When Jason walked toward Bondy, they silently kept a watchful eye on him, just in case. But they were completely not expecting to see such a magical scene. The constables looked at each other and confirmed that what they saw was not an illusion. Then, they all looked toward Jason in a dazed state. There were blank looks in their eyes. Under the watchful eye of the crowd, Jason’s expression remained unchanging. He looked around and suddenly felt a jolt in his chest as he recalled the message that his “teacher”, Dan, had written in the notebook. Then, Jason recited very softly.