To be honest, I don't know either.”




“You don't know?”




“The military is reluctant to let the police in.”



“Oh” he crunched.




 Eugene stopped his hand and stared up at him with a glow behind his languid, narrow eyes.




“Only the location, please?”








I don't want to work at the end of the year, unlike the Inspector who's passionate about his work.
I want to go home now.”




 When Eugene whined, McLaren gave him a sigh.




“This is the last time.
Don't write about it.”





“Yes, yes.”




“Ammunition depot.”




“How many?”








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 When McLaren called out the name of the police dog at his feet, Lestrade barked as if he had been waiting for him.



 After scratching his head, Eugene turned his back to me and said, “Thank you, have a nice holiday.”






“Oh, Inspector.
I heard there was an assault on a woman in a slum somewhere today, and the woman's testimony sounded interesting.
According to the other side, it seems that the woman was kidnapped by a sludge master named Hustler.
She also soaking in blood.
It might have something to do with this.
It's still a common rape case, so I doubt Inspector hear about it yet.








“Is there any connection to the serial disappearances in the slums that you are currently investigating? In the rape case, the owner's sister and brother are missing.
Maybe they're all connected.”





how come your information is so much quicker than me?”






 Eugene entered the alleyway of the slum, humming along with the Inspector's complaining voice playing in the background.




 He opened his notepad and was about to summarize today's findings when he heard a bird chirping, “Hoooot…….”



“Huh? an Owl ?”




 Even in the concrete jungle of Fort 88, there are at least wild birds.
But the owl is rare.
Tonight is a night full of unusual things.
This could also make some nice scoop.




 A murder at a military facility, a murder at a gangster's office, an assault on a woman with blood all over the room.
The more other unusual things that happened, the more money I make.




 There have also been a series of disappearances in the slums over the past few years.
McLaren is the police inspector who is investigating these cases.
He and I got to know each other through such a relationship.



 But judging from the look on his face earlier, McLaren seemed to think that today's series of incidents were related to the serial disappearances.



 –It's going to be a busy New Year.



 Just as Eugene was smiling, he suddenly saw something out of the corner of his eye.




 Instantly, his hair stood on end.




 At a store facing the street.
He saw something reflected in the window.



 It was only for a moment.
It looked like Santa Claus.




 But it wasn't a person.



 That is not human.



 How could there be a person with such a fearsome face?

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 Eugene immediately started to run.




 Maybe it was the sense of smell of a reporter that always sniffing around for a story.





 Suppressing his heart that was about to explode, he came to a sudden stop, slipping on the snow.
set up the camera, huddled around the corner of the alley where he saw something, and slowly turned his head back.



“…..Did I mistook it?”





 It was a quiet, snowy alley, and no one was there.



 Eugene felt as if he had been gripped by a ghostly, eerie feeling.
His heart was beating restlessly.
Even though he hadn't run very far, he was breathing hard.





” Phew…….”




 Yes, I was wrong.
There are even cosplayers who wear monster masks.
It must have been a young man heading to a friend's house planning for a prank on Christmas.





 A mistake, a prank, a costume.
Eugene, who had been thinking about such possibilities, dropped his gaze and gasped.








 Shocked, he quickly took a picture.




 It was a picture of a completely unremarkable alleyway.
It was uninhabited, and there was a light dusting of snow on the street.




 Footprints had been left there.




 Big footprints.




Almost twice Eugene's size.




 He thought it might have been a bear's, but the shape of the footprints was clearly closer to human.




 The footprints were left in many places on the road and disappeared behind a darkened building.




 I didn't feel like chasing after it.
I need to believe the tension and fear that tingled through my body.




 Soon, the footprints disappeared under the falling snow as Eugene stared at them.


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