Lin Mu ignored the occasional remarks around him and pasted the three files onto the whiteboard.
He then marked the location of each case on a map of Nara City with pushpins and connected them with red string.
Everyone in the office watched Lin Mu organize everything with great seriousness, their faces full of disdain.
Among them, the male subordinate spoke the loudest, seemingly determined to make sure Lin Mu heard him.
"How ridiculous. This is the first time I've seen one of this type."
"Those so-called official jujutsu sorcerers always just come here to put on a show."
"Who knows? I think all those jujutsu sorcerers are mentally unstable. This one might just be more seriously ill."
"I think so too. Our captain couldn't solve this cold case after years of investigation. Does he think he'll make major progress the moment he arrives?"
"There's an old Chinese saying: stick a scallion up a pig's snout and pretend it's an elephant... It's talking about people like him."
The male subordinate deliberately raised his voice as he shouted.
Lin Mu ignored him. After quickly going through all the files the clerk had just wheeled over on a cart, he became increasingly certain of his suspicions.
After pulling out the files of several previous missing persons, Lin Mu clapped his hands and drew everyone's attention.
Fushimi Takumi, who had remained in the office the whole time, also stepped out, leaned against the doorframe, and lit a cigarette.
The male colleague, who had long been holding back his anger, demanded, "Captain Lin, what do you mean by this? You're just throwing away all the results of our hard work?"
"You fucking think you—"
Lin Mu raised a hand to cut him off. "Your investigative direction was completely wrong. I merely made a few