Murder

The dim world, filled with the monotonous sound of falling rain, was suddenly pierced by two crisp pops. Amid the rain whose trajectory had been disturbed, two stern-faced men in black coats and hats abruptly appeared before the postman.

Abruptly appeared—truly, appeared out of nowhere.

Drip—

The postman froze in shock. His eyes went wide as he stared at the two men before him, looking as though he had seen a ghost!

Lawrence knitted his brows. He had looked over only after hearing the noise and had not witnessed the men's appearance from start to finish, so he was not as stunned as the postman. But that did not mean he failed to realize that something bad was about to happen.

Because of the angle, Lawrence, hidden in the narrow gap, could see the two grim-faced men opposite the postman, while they could not easily see him. When the two men vigilantly scanned their surroundings, Lawrence swiftly pulled his head back. The killing intent in the air made his blood race wildly through his aged body!

"Y-you—"

The postman's mouth hung open, his cheeks bulging as though he had an egg stuffed into each side of his mouth.

"Ghostly Apparition!"

No matter how foolish he was, the postman knew these two men meant him no good. The contempt in their eyes as they looked at him was unmistakable, and—

The postman threw down the bicycle he had painstakingly propped up and turned to run. His instincts told him he had to get away from these two men if he did not want to die. But... how could they dare murder someone in the street?!

"Petrificus Totalus—"

A brown stick emerged from the sleeve of one of the two men who had arrived. His muttered voice was weakened by the rain,