The car's exhaust pipe violently spewed black smoke, as the wheels spun faster, a few vehicles carrying people from Section Three of the police quickly made their way toward the crime scene.
Alya took out an unfiltered cigarette from the cigarette case and offered it to Deep, who didn't take it, so she put the cigarette back into the case.
"It doesn't really matter how fast we go. Rigor mortis has already set in; the perpetrator has run off. This is the third time now."
"Is it the same as before, with only the brains missing?"
"Yeah, but I feel it's different from the previous Cult members, there's no sign of any sacrificial rituals at the scene."
A hint of hatred flashed in Deep's eyes, "I don't care who they are, these damn bastards daring to strike on our turf. Once we catch him, I'll give him a good lesson before sending him off to the research institution to be material!"
