If it hadn't been suicide, then it had been murder. But if it was murder, why would anyone want to kill such an insignificant nobody?
Rukon District, District Thirty.
The entire District Thirty of Rukon District had taken on a gloomy atmosphere today. The body of a boy from an ordinary family who had shown great promise and become a Shinigami had been brought back. Those who had once envied and resented the family's good fortune maliciously mocked them.
However, the handsome young man who had brought the boy's body back had viciously beaten every person on the street who kicked them while they were down.
As a result, the entire street was now filled with groans. They were hateful, furious, and afraid, and could only curse that unfortunate family even more viciously in their hearts.
Now, they saw a pitiable figure wrapped head to toe in bandages approaching. Quite a few thugs, thieves, and ruffians glared darkly and maliciously at him.
They had been beaten, but they did not dare strike back because they could not defeat that handsome young master. But this guy in front of them, who looked seriously injured... heh heh!
Who would care if they beat someone to death in Rukon District?
If anyone was to blame, it was this poor fool for appearing before them when these thugs had nowhere to vent their anger, making himself their punching bag.
"Hi!" Ronglin, wrapped in bandages, politely greeted a fierce-looking man. "Excuse me, a Shinigami on this street died today and was brought back. Do you know where he is?"
The thug glared viciously at Ronglin, grabbed a stick, and swung it at him. "I'll show you how to ask for directions! Ask for directions, my ass!"
Invisible Clues! ### After receiving the message Jazz had