They all call me Great Master

Chapter 135 Blood x Internal Organs x Corpse

arthur rubbed the center of his forehead, his face a mask of helplessness.he suspected that he had been cursed with the ability to see corpses appear around him whenever he stepped outside.

otherwise, why would he always encounter such incidents?

could he truly be the "grim reaper"?

impossible!

absolutely impossible!

arthur vehemently denied it to himself, while the coachman began frantically explaining among the screams of the bystanders.

"it wasn't me!"

"i don't know what happened!"

his pale and powerless explanations failed to convince the onlookers.

especially when they saw policemen appear from the nearby police station, the coachman turned and ran.

arthur let the "hand of void" grab onto the man's pant leg.

thud!

the already damp coachman fell hard into the mud, and simon, leading the charge like a storm, slapped him twice.

slap, slap!

"run! i told you to run!"

amidst his cursing, simon pulled him up and kicked him, holding him down with the help of another policeman before quickly walking over to arthur.

"consultant!"

arthur glanced at the man's new uniform and couldn't help but smile.

"promoted to apprentice policeman, eh?"

"heh heh."

the tall and thin simon immediately burst into laughter.

on the face of the apprentice policeman, arthur noticed a trace of embarrassment and awkwardness.

arthur understood perfectly.

every patrolman wanted to become a policeman, and simon was no exception.

but, simon probably hadn't expected to become an apprentice policeman so effortlessly—just loading bullets for andy had earned him the position. this stroke of luck made simon think he was dreaming.

similarly, it made simon even more eager to prove himself.

after all, in simon's eyes, looney had become an apprentice policeman by exchanging his well-being for injuries.

and him?

it was purely luck.

that's why he was exceptionally energetic in his handling of the coachman.

"take it easy, he's not a criminal. his attempt to run must be due to something else—ask him why he was driving the carriage so fast just now.

also, find out where he came from and where he was going.

then give him and the inside of the carriage a thorough

seeing this, malz immediately thought of his own 'police chief'—yesterday had been too busy, compounded with the torrential rain, which meant the police chief had no chance to visit 'amanda's cat best friend's home.'

but today, he must go!

although he didn't know what arthur was hinting at, malz believed this would be a fateful encounter with his 'police chief'.

in the office, the two men made small talk while waiting.

about two hours later, simon returned.

"police chief, consultant!"

the new apprentice policeman first saluted, then quickly and in detail started sharing his investigation—

"the coachman, named truda, didn't belong to any coach service but had inherited his father's horse and carriage and came to south los to earn a living pulling business, living mostly in his coach, which is why he fled upon seeing the patrolmen.

these mannequins come from two clothing stores in west mok: lilith's clothing store and vivian's clothing store.

camille's daughter, linda, is about to have her coming-of-age ceremony, and her mother specially chose a gown for her, hence lilith and vivian's stores brought their mannequins to showcase their clothing. eventually, linda camille chose an attire from vivian's store.

however, the subsequent downpour forced the mannequins from both stores to be stored at camille's house overnight.

this morning, both stores needed to operate normally, but the coachman, truda, had overslept, so he had to rush."

"overslept?"

malz scoffed.

the police chief didn't believe such a statement.

neither did arthur.

he murmured the familiar name, linda camille, in his mind, but it didn't hinder his thoughts—

a coachman with a carriage service needed to work from dawn to dusk, and one without a service would work even harder.

because the latter needed a better reputation to attract more clients.

once their reputation spoiled, no one would hire them again.

not to mention truda, who came from outside to make a living in south los.

he would never simply oversleep.

moreover, because he had no fixed residence and in order to be punctual, he would have been nearby camille's house as soon as the downpour stopped last night; the dampness on his body was the result of waiting throughout the night.

waiting in the white bird district or spring water square would have been impossible.

so that left only one place.