Chapter 1173: Disappointment
"What kind of new rules?" Hazel asked.
"About energy consumption," Hesta replied vaguely. "The main purpose is to control the farm's operating costs."
"Understood." Hazel nodded. "Then I can start this afternoon."
"Don't act alone," Hesta said. "When I haven't assigned you a task, don't wander around the farm by yourself."
Hazel frowned slightly. "...Why?"
Hesta smiled. "There's been a murder at the farm recently. We don't know what happened yet... but it never hurts to be careful."
That night, another victim appeared.
The body was once again discovered by the person who had been walking their dog yesterday. The process was more or less the same: they went out to walk the dog, the dog barked wildly, they went to check nearby, and they found a corpse... The police grew suspicious and kept the person behind to ask a few more questions. Their face was deathly pale; they had clearly been badly frightened by their streak of "good luck" over two consecutive days.
The body was found in an old warehouse beside an irrigation canal. The warehouse contained large quantities of flour and soybeans, and the scene was a mess. Blood had seeped into several unopened bags of flour, while a faint bloody stench hung in the air.
The victim lay on his back. His body was intact, but his face had been smashed to pulp—his nose bridge had collapsed and broken in several places, his lips were split open, and nearly all his teeth had shattered, scattered in the murky blood beside him. His lower jaw hung at an exaggerated angle from his upper jaw, as if something had violently struck it apart at the very last moment.
His neck also bore extremely severe beating marks, while both arms had been forcibly snapped. The