Vincent was visibly dejected after once again narrowly missing the killer.
But he quickly regained his resolve and began searching for any useful clues.
The escape route in the wall did not seem to have been dug recently. There were signs of habitation in a small room inside; the killer must have been staying in this abandoned warehouse for a long time.
The numerous empty cans scattered everywhere gave a rough indication of how long. Their production dates went back as far as two years.
In a dim, hidden basement, Vincent found a large quantity of materials whose sale had been expressly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic. Most were soaked in strange purple magical solutions, while some unidentified powders ground to an extremely fine consistency were scattered across a makeshift workbench.
The man had escaped, but he had left behind plenty of clues.
Vincent took a specially made dragon-hide pouch from the Flamel Ring and collected all the unidentified powder inside it.
Hunter, having settled the two team members, walked in with an extremely grim expression. "We were so close. We almost caught him."
Vincent looked up at him. "How could a ghost that has vanished for three years be caught so easily?"
Hunter's clenched fist loosened slightly. "What do you plan to do next? We've completely alerted him this time. If he burrows into the sewers like a rat and never shows his face again..."
Having finished collecting the powder, Vincent turned to the materials soaking in the purple magical solution. "At least we got these. None of them are ordinary goods. This confirms my suspicion. Without a family with deep foundations, ordinary wizards would never dare touch these things casually."
Several of the materials Vincent recognized were extremely dangerous. If they were not properly stored, not only