The Bandaged Swordsman wandered through the desolate Backstreet Ruins on Mule Street.
Even though the case of "The Sunk Family" had been closed, the residents of Mule Street still firmly believed the rumors that the place remained "haunted" and harbored "calamity."
It was not simply because those rumors were so deeply entrenched.
It was also because...
The ones who announced the case's closure were those ever-hated, ever-feared "Blue Dogs."
In the eyes of Mule Street's residents, aside from extorting bribes and helping themselves to whatever they wanted, these "Blue Dogs" only knew how to hoodwink the bigwigs above them.
After all, as long as they kept those bigwigs happy, the "Blue Dogs" could continue living the good life.
As for ordinary people like them?
Who would care?
Those "Blue Dogs" would not.
The bigwigs above them cared even less.
In fact, those bigwigs even knew about some of the things the "Blue Dogs" did.
And then?
Naturally, they tacitly condoned it-with that preconception firmly in place, the residents of Mule Street did not believe the trouble in the Backstreet Ruins had been resolved at all.
In their estimation, not only had the trouble in the Backstreet Ruins gone unresolved, but the incompetence of those "Blue Dogs" had made it even more dangerous.
Perhaps a few people would have to die there every year.
And whoever entered the backstreets of Mule Street first would be the sacrificial victim.
With such thoughts in mind, the residents of Mule Street had long since come to pale at the mere mention of the place, and they gave it a wide berth.
As a result, it was even more desolate than before.
And amid those desolate ruins, the Bandaged Swordsman roamed like a ghost, dragging his longsword.
Whooo!
The late-autumn night wind stirred his clothes.