As the soul of a blade, it did not fear enemies, but it deeply detested such despicable tricks. Yagyu knitted his brows tightly, his eyes flashing with incomprehension and anger, while his fingers gripped the hilt so hard that his knuckles creaked under the strain.
He spoke in a low voice to Rhea and Sherlock, "This is not merely a murder. This is a desecration of the dead."
Rhea crouched down, carefully inspecting the body of the elderly police officer. The corpse lay upon a crude wooden bed, everything around it stained deep black with blood. The flashlight swept back and forth across the body, illuminating the horrifying wounds.
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