Humans had their own subjective thoughts.
If the world before them was really related to Mordin, it wasn't impossible for a world dominated by women to exist.
Of course, everything was just guesses before they got any conclusive evidence.
Kieran stood in front of 2-1-6, watching the detectives going in and out of his identity's room. Gredith, on the other hand, was looking at Kieran.
"You don't seem worried at all?"
Gredith asked.
"Other than some books, there's nothing in there.
Those books aren't rare or unique either, they can be bought from the market. "
Kieran replied.
"Is that so?
Please follow me, I need your help to determine what is missing in your room. "
Gredith looked at Kieran with a doubtful gaze and signaled him.
Kieran nodded and walked in with Gredith.
He glanced over the messy first floor.
"Nothing."
Although things were flipped over, according to Kieran's memories before he left, nothing was missing in the room, neither was the second floor.
Several rooms were messed up, the bookcase in the office was opened and the things inside were scattered all over the floor.
"The youngest winner of the Fervon Psychology Prize?"
Gredith picked up the picture on the floor and looked at Kieran with a slightly surprised gaze.
It seemed like this Fervon held an important position in the field of psychology, to the point that even an outsider knew him.
Then, Gredith thought of something.
"No wonder you don't care about the loss that can be compensated with money.
"With it, you've already obtained the key to the vault."
Gredith said.
"I didn't steal or rob, I'm just earning my own living, there's nothing shameful about it, is there?"
Kieran replied with a question and strode up to the third floor.
Compared to the first and second floors, the third floor, where Kieran's identity lived, was the real disaster area. The computers were thrown on the ground, and the cases were dismantled. None of the books were in their original positions. Even the mattress of his identity's bed was cut open with a sharp weapon.
Kieran looked around the room and walked to the book with the picture.
The book fell to the ground.
And the photos inside were gone.
"Did you lose something?"
Gredith, who had been watching Kieran closely, walked over and asked when she saw Kieran's actions.
Without a doubt, this intruder was looking for something.
What is it?
Gredith couldn't be sure.
But there was one thing Gredith was sure about.
The intruder was related to the dismemberment case!
This was because this scene was too similar to the scene of the dismemberment case.
Other than the fact that there were no incomplete corpses, they were almost exactly the same.
It was messy to the point of being a mess, but there were no traces left behind.
Fingerprints, footprints, nothing at all.
Even the surveillance cameras seemed to have become decorations.
Gredith didn't know what method the culprit used but she knew since the culprit appeared again and barged into the previous victim's ex-husband's house, then … keeping an eye on this victim's ex-husband would surely give her something, something beyond her expectations.
And the key point was the thing the intruder was looking for!
"A picture."
Kieran answered honestly, but he didn't mention the details.
"What picture?"
Gredith asked.
"My picture."
Kieran continued.
"You're saying that the intruder entered your home and rummaged through the place like it was being demolished just to find a photo of you?"
Don't tell me you have a stalker who is crazy about you? "
Gredith wasn't satisfied with the answer, she glared at Kieran with her sharp eyes.
"Who knows?"
Kieran said with a smile.
Huu, Huu!
Gredith's breath became heavy and hurried.
If it wasn't for the fact that hitting someone without a reason was against the law, she would have thrown this smiling bastard on the floor with his face down.
"You have my number, call me if anything happens or if you remember anything."
Gredith then walked down the stairs in a huff.
Kieran didn't send her off.
He watched her leave while he secretly ordered his men to keep an eye on him. Kieran then started to pick up the scattered books on the floor and put them back on the shelf.
The disassembled computer case was also reassembled by Kieran and placed on the desk.
After all that, Kieran seemed a little tired, so he sat on the chair and rested.
Kieran's back was facing the curtain when a hand reached out.
The black leather gloves gave people an uncomfortable feeling under the light. However, when the hands completely left the curtains, the discomfort of ordinary people turned into horror.
Because …
It was a hand with an arm.
It didn't have a connected torso, legs, or head.
The arm slid down the curtain without making any noise. It was like a lizard crawling towards Kieran, who was resting on the chair.
It climbed up the chair's leg and back.
She was careful not to touch Kieran's body during the process.
When it grabbed the back of the chair, the hand bent its fingers and the whole arm flew up, trying to grab the back of Kieran's neck.
Then …
The hand missed.
Just as the hand was about to grab the back of Kieran's neck, Kieran suddenly tilted his head. The hand and the arm grazed Kieran's neck.
Before the hand could even touch the computer screen, Kieran grabbed it with his hand.
The hand struggled fiercely in Kieran's grip, and at the next moment, the hand went for Kieran's eyes in a way that defied the definition of joints.
However, when the fire on Kieran's palm flickered slightly, the palm started to twitch rapidly as if it was drained of all its strength. It drooped down and started to rot rapidly, like a highly decomposed corpse.
A foul stench and juices flowed out, and under Kieran's gaze, the whole arm, including the glove, disappeared.
A dash of 'power' spread in the air.
It was similar to the insomnia patient's power, but more.
Without being ordered, Gluttony started to devour the power.
Kieran, on the other hand, squinted his eyes.
Although the arm had turned into a puddle of pus, the quick contact was enough for Kieran to confirm it was a woman's arm.
The skin was smooth, and there were no muscles.
His ex-wife had just been dismembered, and there was only a head and torso in the morgue, but no arms or legs. At night, a woman's arm appeared in his room and attacked him.
Kieran didn't think it was a coincidence.
Or rather, Kieran didn't believe in coincidences.
After Gluttony digested the energy and distributed it to the five Origin Forces, Kieran turned around and went down to the third floor. He then jumped out from the balcony on the second floor and merged into the night.
The two detectives who had been staring at Kieran's bedroom didn't even notice that the person they were staring at had disappeared.
…
McRose was humming the tune of a popular song.
A day's work was finally over.
As the partner and executor of the forensics studio, she had to invest most of her time in the studio.
It wasn't just because she had invested all her assets into the forensics studio, but she had also borrowed a huge sum of money from the bank. Whenever she thought about the monthly loan payments, McRose felt a headache coming on, and her humming voice sounded out of tune.
"I need another 10 years to pay it off.
Hope I won't die from overwork. "
Muttering to herself, McRose started her daily patrol of the studio before she left.
Although most people wouldn't set their sights on the forensics studio, some with special hobbies would keep their eyes on the studio.
As an independent forensics studio that worked with the police station, it didn't have 24-hour patrols or sufficient security, so it was the favorite of those who worked there.
McRose didn't want to lose her key 'client' the next day, lose her forensics license, close down the studio, and fall into a miserable situation where she couldn't pay off her mortgage and the bank would confiscate her house.
Therefore, McRose's patrol wasn't just a routine job, but a serious one.
With such a serious attitude, McRose soon noticed something wasn't right.
Someone had entered the morgue where the bodies were kept.
Moreover, not only did he come in, but he also opened the corpse cabinets.
"Damn it!"
"You better not touch my client!"
Otherwise, I'll show you what a miserable ending looks like! "
McRose cursed when she saw the body cabinet was opened but not closed, leaving a small gap. She then reached into her backpack and took out a taser gun — she had applied for it after she became the forensics partner of the police station.
Step by step, McRose approached the body cabinet.
When she was two steps away from the body cabinet and could open it with a raise of her hand —
Bang!
The door behind McRose was slammed shut.
The sudden slam of the door startled McRose.
McRose turned around instinctively.
The moment she turned around, the incandescent light above her head flickered continuously.
Tssss, Tssss!
Electric noises echoed endlessly.
"When I have the money, I'll fix the circuit … Aaaargh!"
McRose looked up at the flickering incandescent light, muttering but before she could finish, a hand grabbed her collar and pulled her back.
Behind McRose, the body cabinet with a small gap opened up without anyone noticing.
An arm came out from the body bag, grabbed McRose's collar and dragged her into the cabinet.
Bang!
As McRose was dragged into the cabinet, the body cabinet closed up and McRose's screams stopped abruptly.
The flickering light returned to normal.
The closed door of the morgue opened up again.
Everything was normal.
The taser gun on the floor was swept to a corner of the morgue by an invisible force. There was no evidence to prove that McRose had been here before.
Even on the surveillance camera, there was only a snowflake, there was no record.
Even the best detective would have doubts when he came here.
Not Kieran.
After entering McRose's workshop, Kieran used [Tracking] and followed McRose's footsteps into the morgue.
Kieran then dashed towards the body cabinet that McRose was dragged into.
But before Kieran could get close …
The body cabinet with Mary's name suddenly opened up, blocking Kieran's way. The zipper on the body bag was unzipped, and Mary, who had lost both her arms and legs, slowly sat up. There was no expression on her face, and all that was left was a murky color. She looked at Kieran, who was inches away from her, and her stiff face showed a smile.
"2567, are you here to see me?"
The body asked.
"No."
"Lie down.
Go back. "
Kieran said without hesitation.
"You really aren't here to see me?"
The body's stiff face was filled with disappointment.
Kieran looked at the body quietly.
The body wanted to show a smile but when it noticed Kieran's calm eyes, it somehow felt a suppression from the source of life. The words that it wanted to say turned into survival instincts when it reached the tip of its tongue.
"Okay."
"Right away."
"Goodbye."
The body went back into the body bag. When the zipper on the body bag was pulled up, the body cabinet slowly closed up.
Kieran walked towards the body cabinet that McRose was dragged into.
He did not choose to open the cabinet. Instead, he released a bit of chaotic and evil aura. When the faint smell of sulfur appeared in the air, the cabinet instantly opened.
McRose was thrown out like she was vomiting.
Her body was covered in mucus.
Or more precisely, it was corpse water.
Her eyes were filled with fear.
"D-Don't come near me!"
McRose shouted a few times before realizing that she was out. Bright lights surrounded her and she was no longer in the dark slaughterhouse that reeked of blood.
"You … You are 2567?"
McRose was still in shock. She took a few deep breaths before she saw Kieran beside her.
McRose was like a drowning person who found a life-saving straw. She crawled towards Kieran, trying to hug Kieran's leg.
But before McRose could get close, Kieran's voice sounded.
Kieran raised his leg and kicked the man away.
Kieran wasn't a clean freak.
But it didn't mean Kieran was willing to let a person covered in corpse water hug him.
McRose was stunned.
She looked at the man before her in confusion.
She didn't understand why the man would do such a thing.
Wasn't he here to save her?
McRose thought in a daze.
Then …
Bang!
The door of the morgue was closed again and the light above her head flickered again.
A pungent bloody stench filled the air.
"Aaaargh!"
The familiar scene reminded McRose of the horrible experience she went through. She screamed and dashed towards Kieran again without a second thought.
But just like before, McRose was kicked away again.
This time around, Kieran obviously controlled his strength, causing McRose to crash into the wall at the right angle.
McRose's eyes rolled back and she fainted just like that.
The whole wall of body cabinets started to shake.
Clang Clang Clang.
The clanking of the metal cabinets echoed in the morgue.
Of course, not all the cabinets were shaking.
The one with Mary's body was very quiet, but the other cabinets were like wild horses that were about to break free, ready to fly out at any moment.
Grumble, Grumble, Grumble.
Her stomach growled, followed by the gulping of saliva.
Suddenly, the entire morgue fell silent.
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