Today, London's heavy rain was relentless, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling outside the windows of Scotland Yard.
The booming thunder and the occasional flash of lightning made Superintendent Clemens's face look particularly unsightly.
But fortunately, most of the superintendents' complexions were just like his, so he didn't stand out among the crowd.
The superintendents left the conference room, exchanging glances.
"Seems like things have escalated?"
"Didn't you hear what our young Commander Arthur said? Military police units are stationed on all the roads leading out of London, and the stations are now guarded by army and police. If we don't dig out all those involved in the trading of corpses soon, we're going to suffer for it."
"We should go back and review all the recent death cases, who knows, we might actually have a few dead rats under our hands."