Brooklert District Police Department.
Knock, knock, knock-
A knock came from the superintendent's office door. Godwin, who had just finished a phone call, looked up and called toward the door:
"Come in."
The office door opened, and a young policewoman walked in. Upon entering, she instinctively held her breath. The smell of smoke in the room was far too strong. A cigarette was still held between the index and middle fingers of Godwin's right hand, its stub slowly burning and releasing a thin trail of white smoke. Like a gently flowing stream, the smoke danced between his fingers.
Smoke curled through the air, its smell thick and heavy.
"Sir, there's a gentleman here to see you," the policewoman said quickly and concisely, enduring the pungent smoke.
Seemingly noticing her discomfort, Godwin firmly ground out his cigarette in the ashtray, then coughed and asked her:
"What's his name?"
The policewoman glanced down at the special access registration form in her hand, then answered:
"Xiu Abraham."
Hearing that name, Godwin immediately stood up. He brushed the dust from his clothes and adjusted his tie.
"Where is he now?"
"In Special Affairs Section Room One. He came in through special registration," the policewoman answered, giving Godwin a slightly puzzled look.
"Understood. I'll go receive him myself. You may leave."
"Yes, sir."
After the policewoman left, Godwin opened the drawer beneath his desk and took out the case files he had read countless times. Then he left his office and headed straight for Special Affairs Section Room One.
He admitted that he had indeed lost his composure a little, but he could hardly be blamed. He had endured the recent murders and that outrageously brazen murderer for a long time.
Soon, Godwin arrived at Special Affairs Section Room One. Trainee Thaumaturgists from the [Clock