"One Thousand and One Pages? What kind of person names their antique bookstore that?"
Su Ming, who had arrived at the crime scene, smiled and shook his head. Through the display window, he looked into the shop, taking in a corpse whose bones and flesh had been separated, several piles of white ash, and, of course, a great many footprints.
If she did not have to attend formal diplomatic occasions, Diana wore sandals all year round. The Olympian Gods had given her a full set of equipment—except for shoes.
The prints left by leather sandals were easy to identify. She also seemed never to have realized that one was not supposed to wander around a crime scene.
"Eek."
Strangle believed the shop owner had been a mentally repressed lunatic, because according to its host's memories, the original version of One Thousand and One Nights was not suitable for children.
The original was filled with enormous amounts of erotica, violence, immoral acts, and nearly perverse scenes and imagery. It was even more excessive than the classic Jin Ping Mei.
Only after roughly eighty percent of its content had been cut did One Thousand and One Nights become a fairy tale. Yet anyone working in the arts knew what the truth was.
So, judging by its name alone, this shop seemed more like a place that sold adult magazines. There was nothing respectable about it.
As Su Ming entered the shop, the little bell above the door still gave off a crisp ring. The first thing he noticed was the charred computer on the counter. While he rummaged through its burned-out case, Strangle went to examine the corpse for biological traces.
It sampled the piles of ash and found that they were the cremated remains of some creature. Not human, nor any