Ammon's Grand Adventure (18)

Although they had successfully captured the serial passion-murder case's culprit, the police fell into a state of confusion. To begin with, every villain Ammon had killed had objectively posed a huge threat to his personal safety. Even if there had been acts of torture, for a child, it could still be classified as self-defense, because a child objectively lacked the ability to judge whether a target remained a threat.

And even setting aside the matter of self-defense, he was only seven years old. No law would ever convict a seven-year-old child.

Forget conviction—even a juvenile detention center would not accept a seven-year-old child. Fun fact: you had to be at least fourteen to enter juvenile detention.

But by the same token, they could not send this child back to the orphanage, because the skills he possessed were simply too dangerous.

Lockpicking was secondary. After all, in any small city, they could easily find hundreds or thousands of people capable of opening an ordinary lock in seconds. What truly concerned them were his exquisitely refined killing techniques.

It was hard for everyone to believe that an ordinary orphan could have mastered such skills in just a few days. Compared with that, they preferred making far more novelistic guesses—

Someone guessed that he was an assassin trained by some assassin organization who had gotten separated from it by accident.

Someone guessed that he was the child of an assassin who had been forced to send him to an orphanage while being hunted down.

As the various speculations multiplied, there was even the absurd guess that he was a king of assassins who had shrunk after drinking some unknown potion.

Of course, these were merely jokes the police told each other. But no matter what, a child like this absolutely could not simply