Every member of the Jia'er Mountain Town Police Station had come outside to welcome Arthur and his companions-all fifteen of them, including the chief.
Among them was a fourth-rank police officer who also served as the coroner.
"I... there was nobody inside when I left!"
The fourth-rank police officer stammered.
The already terrified members of the Jia'er Mountain Town Police Station began trembling when they heard his words.
And just then-
Thump! Thump!
Creak! Creak!
The muffled thuds rang out again.
They were followed by an unbroken series of teeth-grating creaks.
The sounds came one after another, without pause.
Every member of the Jia'er Mountain Town Police Station pictured a corpse knocking against its mortuary drawer, then bracing its arms against the top and using the friction to slide the drawer out inch by inch.
A chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to the tops of their heads.
The fourth-rank police officer who doubled as the coroner even collapsed onto the ground.
Compared with the others, he was far too familiar with the sound of those dilapidated mortuary drawers opening and closing.
He was certain that was the sound of a drawer opening inside the Morgue.
He had heard it countless times. There was no mistaking it.
Everyone from the Jia'er Mountain Town Police Station was scared witless, at a complete loss.
Arthur, however, remained perfectly calm.
After all...
He was the one behind it.
As a young, upright, innocent, and kind 'Medium,' Arthur felt obliged to find out whether the disappearance of the twenty-person merchant caravan was truly connected to the curse of Ymir Manor.
As for using traditional 'Medium' methods?
He was a 'Medium.' What was wrong with using a few traditional 'Medium' methods?
Was there a problem?
Utterly unperturbed, Arthur walked into the Police