Chapter 68: The Curious Cases [Bonus]

Chapter 68: The Curious Cases [Bonus]

Tia reclined languidly in the black leather chair, her slender legs elegantly draped over the table. The tantalizing gleam in her eyes danced greedily as she surveyed the small magical tools, a pouch of silver coins, and a collection of wands sprawled before her.

'I will have to survey them later. Maybe I can learn something useful.' With a graceful wave of her hand, her ring flashed transiently, its mystical gleam swallowing all the items.

Slowly, she pivoted to face the duo of mages still pinned against the wall, their bodies pinned in an unnatural, painful posture. "Tell me, where can I find more mages?"

Confusion and surprise painted the faces of the enforcement officers, replacing expressions of fear.

A tinge of amusement mixed with impatience tingled in the depths of Tia's mind. 'Quite predictable, given the banality of my question.'

Her impatience grew, festering like a wound. Her eyes, now shimmering with a predatory light, split the silence as she exerted an even more brutal force against them, pushing them against the hard concrete, the sounds of their bones snapping reverberating.

The men's faces rapidly transitioned from a shade of deep red to a violent purple, their eyes bulging grotesquely from their sockets.

Her voice, though stern, carried a dangerous tone, "Speak up now!"

'Three dead mages in my ring. I wonder if I can make something out of them.'

POV Someone:

In the scantily lit confines of a cramped room, where the gentle pulsating glow of various monitors cast eerie shadows on the walls, a middle-aged man sat hunched over, his eyes gradually widening in disbelief as he scrutinized the footage before him. Wisps of smoke billowed from the cigarette precariously perched between his lips, unfurling into the room's still air as he drew closer to one of the screens.

A young girl with pale skin and long hair that seemingly looked like waterfalls of molten platinum walked down the corridor in the grainy footage from the camera.

A cyclone of skepticism and bewilderment swirled in his mind as he considered the witness's testimony. 'Was he telling the truth? No, that is impossible, but how did she get in and where did the body go?'

A dead body has vanished without a traceit was a crime, one scandalous enough to catch the attention of the local news.

He leaned back, the leather of his cheap office chair groaning under the shift in weight, and released a burdened sigh, letting trails of smoke escape into the room. The slightly sweet scent of tobacco mingled with his rising apprehension as he muttered to himself, 'So another one on the list of bizarre cases.'

He was a detective for a long time, yet the last few years were becoming weirder and weirder with unexplainable cases happening all over the citymurder victims with their organs missing without any external injuries and claims of entire bank vaults vanishing from one hour to another without any lead.

'Something dark is going on.'