Footsteps echoed through the corridor once more.
Wu Heng hurried in with the skeletons.
As soon as he reached the cell door, he saw the corpse covered by a white sheet.
"I'm sorry." Shiraque turned her head, her voice full of self-blame.
The Association had been under her responsibility.
Because their systems differed, and because she feared the headquarters would believe Wu Heng could interfere with the Local Association, no skeletons had been assigned within the island's Association.
Besides, before the Church came to the island, these Association members had been enough to guard the area.
Yet she had never expected the Church would be so bold as to storm the prison and kill someone directly.
"Was the body examined?" Wu Heng asked in a low voice.
"When we arrived, the body had been hung from a beam with hemp rope. The cause of death was also the ligature marks on his neck." Shiraque briefly explained, then took out a prepared letter. "This was found on the body. It was probably placed there after the murder."
Wu Heng took it and opened it for a look.
His eyes immediately narrowed.
The contents were simple. It accused Island Master Wu Heng of conducting necromantic experiments, as well as ordering kidnappings, human trafficking, corpse disposal, and other grievous crimes.
In the end, unable to withstand the psychological pressure, the man had committed suicide out of guilt.
Wu Heng frowned.
What was the point of leaving the letter here?
The Association would certainly find it first, and they would not believe the dead man had written it.
But upon further thought, he could roughly guess the other side's intentions.
There were artifacts in this world that could make people tell the truth or detect lies. When they confronted each other later, as long