Furnace Witches' Gathering

December 30th, evening.

The landmark of Eagle's Heart District, the Saint Eagle's Nest Building, renowned throughout the Federation, welcomed a large number of tourists as usual.

Most of these tourists came from other states and counties within the Federation, as well as from outside it. Their itinerary through the building was fixed: admire the various art exhibits in the first-floor lobby and experience the artistic and mechanical atmosphere of this historic building.

After that, they would head to the second floor to buy tickets, then take the elevator straight to the top floor and enjoy Hawknest City's peerless night view.

Denzel, dressed in a security guard's uniform and looking sharp-eyed, patrolled the top floor as usual. At the same time, his keen gaze swept across the crowd, trying to pick out pickpockets, thieves, or other criminals.

There seemed to be slightly more tourists than usual tonight, though not by much.

After scanning the area several times, he quickly locked onto a suspect.

It was a young man in an impeccably tailored suit, even wearing a bow tie. His skin was pale, his hair meticulously groomed, and his features were handsome enough. His deep blue eyes radiated a charm most young women would find impossible to resist.

"Doesn't look like the sort to steal petty things, but that makes him even more suspicious."

Denzel's expression shifted, and he recalled the unspeakable incidents that had been occurring frequently in the building lately. There had already been four or five cases, and all the victims had been women.

None of the victims had lost their lives, but their bodies had suffered varying degrees of harm. To avoid affecting business, the building's management had deliberately downplayed the incidents. The victims themselves had lost their memories and could not make much of a fuss.

But