The killing intent in Qin Ran's words was undisguised.
Traitors could never be forgiven.
Especially when a traitor still enjoyed a hero's honors after death.
Everyone at Saint Paul School believed that Lidd, who had been patrolling alone that day, had stumbled upon the murderer and then been killed.
Everyone, including the old nun, had been deeply saddened by it.
At first, Qin Ran had been deceived too.
But as events unfolded, more and more clues suggested that Lidd's death was far from as simple as it appeared.
The timing of Lidd's death had been too convenient.
Just before Helles led his men in an attack on Saint Paul School, Lidd, the captain of the School Guard Unit, had died.
And it hadn't even been the work of Blood Hand's men.
Then Kately had appeared before Qin Ran, acting as though he knew Saint Paul School inside out.
Although he had explained that he had used power from the mystery side.
Using that kind of mysterious power, however, required sufficient blood and corpses.
To gain such a detailed understanding of Saint Paul School, he would probably have needed to slaughter several hundred people.
If he really had slaughtered that many people, could there have been absolutely no word of it in the city?
Sheriff John was no pushover.
Of course, the biggest flaw lay in the corpses Qin Ran had seen at 11 Lion Street that day.
Although those bodies had been dumped in a disorderly heap, they were, on the whole, intact.
Everyone had their own habits.
Murderers were no exception.
Would a murderer who had brutally dismembered someone and arranged the pieces into a grotesque display just a few days earlier suddenly become gentle with other victims?
Qin Ran had carefully read through the book on the Scrying