Chapter 81 Maybe I Could Counterkill (3/10)
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Time finally moved into July, and the temperature was gradually heating up.
Tracing north from the border of Lu Country, until the perspective reached the distant Amur City, crowds were gathering in the streets.
This was the seventh murder case in the past two weeks; the victim was the owner of a butcher shop who, after drinking at night on his way home, was brought down by the killer ripping open his throat, and his body wasn't discovered until the next morning.
The rakshasa security officers separated the onlooking crowd from the scene. Many in the crowd closed their eyes and fervently crossed themselves at the sight of the tragic state of the body, praying to the Lord for protection against evil.
Two security officers were conducting a preliminary examination of the body, one responsible for recording, the other for confirming the details:
"Name?"
"Vladimir Yuryevich Zukovsky."
"Age?"
"54 years old."
"Gender... male, occupation?"
"Butcher shop owner."