"fine."
The other person was petite and cute, which made even the usually serious Richard unable to say anything harsh.
And the other person looks really small.
Hmm, she has a pretty good figure.
Richard looked away, trying to avoid seeing what was inappropriate.
The woman smiled at them and then ran off happily.
Richard noticed that the woman had started playing beach volleyball with several other people from Southeast Asia.
"Her eyes are so beautiful, just like the starry sky I saw in the countryside."
David blushed and kept turning back to look at the woman from before.
Richard chuckled, a rare occurrence, and patted David on the shoulder: "You probably just think the other person has a good physique!"
And believe it or not, that girl was only 1.65 meters tall.
But with big breasts, a slim waist, and a big butt, her figure is truly top-notch!
David scratched his head and grinned sheepishly, then suddenly asked Richard somewhat shyly, "Sir, I'd like to ask her name and address."
Richard laughed: "Go ahead, go ahead, you just want to write her a letter, don't you!"
Telephones existed at that time, but not everyone could afford them.
David returned shortly afterward.
"So? You didn't get rejected, did you?"
Albert, one of the people who came with them, surprisingly said something.
He is forensic pathologist Albert.
He's handsome, but he often has a cold expression and seems unapproachable.
David felt that he might have dealt with too many corpses.
That's why they don't know how to get along with living people.
David still respected Albert.
So when Albert heard this, David was surprised that Albert would speak at this moment.
But she still smiled and replied, "She said she was Chinese and told me to call her Angela."
"oh."
Albert lowered his head, his expression unreadable.
Fortunately, David was an optimist and just stared at the note in his hand with a silly grin.
—This is Angela's address and contact information.
David felt that Angela was willing to keep these things.
Does this mean she also has feelings for me?
"Alright, let's not talk about picking up girls during work hours!"
Richard resumed his serious demeanor.
"Yes, sir!"
David also became serious, after all, they needed to talk to Humphrey next.
Humphrey is known for his ability to see through all evil!
Moreover, the other party had already stated that they would not assist the police in their work.
I don't know if I'll be able to persuade him this time!
"Hello, this is Johnson. I wonder if Mr. Williams is home?"
Richard found the address provided by his superior, Roy, rang the doorbell, and called out loudly.
After waiting for a while, the door didn't open, and there was no movement from inside.
Richard had no choice but to repeat himself.
This time, footsteps finally came from inside.
Richard and his companions straightened their clothes, and then the door was opened.
The person who opened the door was... a little boy who looked only five or six years old.
Richard and his two companions were stunned when they saw the little boy.
This little boy only has half a face!
No, to be precise, only the left side of his face was intact.
In addition, the right half of his face was disfigured.
His eyes were blinded, his right ear was cut off, half of his nose was missing, and even half of his mouth was fused together.
Albert looked at him carefully for a few moments and realized that half of his mouth had been sewn together with needle and thread for too long.
This causes the flesh and blood to grow together and become impossible to separate.
"Mr. Humphrey invites you all in!"
The little boy's voice wasn't very clear because of his mouth.
But Albert, who understands lip reading, still managed to decipher it.
That last sentence was also said by him.
Thank you!
The little boy seemed to want to laugh; he moved his lips and said something else.
Albert interprets: "My name is Albert."
"Officer Johnson, you've arrived."
The villa was simply furnished, with bright lights.
Just as the group was about to follow Albert upstairs, they heard a slightly aged voice.
Richard looked up and saw an old man standing at the top of the stairs.
Richard's expression immediately turned serious: "Hello, Dr. Jones!"
Peterson waved his hand: "Just call me Peterson, don't call me Doctor."
Peterson looks old, but his voice is still very loud.
"Come on up quickly, Humphrey has been waiting for you for a long time."
Humphrey Williams, age thirty-seven.
Peterson Jones, aged sixty-four.
The two met twenty years ago and have been friends ever since.
"You're here because of the 'Black-Clad Witch Slayer,' right?"
As soon as Humphrey saw Richard and his group, he revealed their purpose.
Three people: ⊙▽⊙
Is this the legendary detective?
It's already this amazing without even a glance?
Albert reacted quickly—he noticed Humphrey sitting at his desk, looking at a letter.
Albert: "Mr. Williams..."
Humphrey: "Please call me Humphrey."
Albert: "...Yes, Mr. Humphrey. Did you know why we're here because of the letter you have?"
Humphrey picked up the letter, shook it, and the two little tufts of mustache under his nose twitched.
"Yes, but you'd never guess. This letter was sent to me by the Black-Clad Demon Slayer!"
Richard and the others were shocked.
David: "Is she insane? What is this letter? A letter confessing?"
Richard sneered: "A murder threat!"
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