Blind Sight

The Moon, former site of Kepler Base.

A chaotic rescue scene was divided by a temporary oxygen shelter of pure white.

Inside, where the Extreme Cold had yet to dissipate, investigators removed their helmets, lowered their heads, and stared at the eyeless corpse before them.

"Has the victim been identified?"

The captain directly under the Unified Bureau's Decision Room asked.

"We have confirmed with the Silver Stele Workshop that this corpse is Ragna himself, an alchemist from the workshop." The assistant replied, "Based on the reconstruction of the scene and the scholars' investigation, the killer's identity has also been determined... It was William Buckle, Kepler Base's head of security."

"Did the two have a grudge?"

"No. Since William came here as head of security ten years ago, he had never argued with anyone outside of work. Everyone agreed he had a good temper." The assistant said, "Given Ragna's personality, he should have disdained getting into conflicts with personnel stationed at the same base."

"All right, let me take a guess..."

The captain, who had gone nearly forty-eight hours without sleep, crouched on the ground and stared into the corpse's empty eye sockets. Then he suddenly said, "Before this William Buckle came to Kepler Base, he served in Dark Side Prison, didn't he?"

The assistant froze, then lowered his head to check the screen in his hand and pull up the file. Part of it, however, had been locked.

Top secret.

"No need to look. On the Moon, archives classified at that level only came from Dark Side Prison or the Sixth Institute. The Sixth Institute's people could never be out here..."

The captain rubbed his face. "Send an inquiry to Dark Side Prison in my name."

In less than five minutes, a precise reply appeared on the assistant's screen.

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