Some of the dead investigators had their heads turned into gun barrels; others had theirs transformed into enormous fish heads.
Some had become slugs, others bricks. Their forms varied wildly, but they had one thing in common: every one of them had died horribly.
After examining them, the head of the Secret Investigation Division at the time declared that this was the Facelift Artisan's signature method.
This further corroborated the fact that the Fuji Four Thieves were inside the inn.
"That's what was in the blacked-out sections of the information Ciyutuo provided. After that, Stella City disappeared, and the Fuji Four Thieves vanished along with it."
"But from what we can see now," Dio concluded, "at least one of them-the man named Mori-didn't disappear with Stella City."
Dio was even certain that Mori, the Facelift Artisan who had appeared on Rusty Lake, had come for Stella City's possible return to the world!
At dusk.
A golden veil draped all of Dalatran City.
Its lofty elevation bathed this former city of angels in more sunlight than anywhere else in the Fural Region.
Inside an underground tavern.
The tavern, which should have been clamorous, was instead shrouded in an uncanny, deathly silence.
Everyone stood rooted to the spot in wild, threatening poses, like frozen wax figures. Though lifelike, they could not move a muscle.
On a sofa surrounded by the crowd, a man utterly out of place sat with impeccable composure. "There are five seconds left on Restraint. If you still refuse to behave, I don't mind giving you another minute to cool down."
"I can keep this up all day," Mizaistom added.
At his words, all the "wax figures" broke into cold sweats.
None of them had imagined that this uninvited guest, who had barged in five minutes earlier, would possess