bacchusnovels Chapter 224 Now, let's wrap up.
Chapter 224 Now, let's wrap up.
Chapter 224 Now, let's wrap up.
Sean followed the young woman inside, and his gaze was immediately drawn to the girl sitting behind the desk.
She looked almost too young, with long, snow-white hair that was soft, smooth, and fell naturally over her shoulders.
Her face was small and delicate, like a fine porcelain doll.
Although she was dressed in a slightly mature office outfit, her every move revealed a childlike innocence and purity that was inconsistent with her age, making it impossible to compare her with an ordinary adult.
Just as Sean was about to explain his purpose, he heard the other person point to the cabinet by the entrance and say casually, "Just put it there, you can leave now."
Did Fudge inform her in advance that he was coming, or... did she already know he would come?
Despite having many doubts, Sean didn't say anything.
Following the other party's instructions, he put the documents in the cabinet and turned to leave. Just as he was about to walk out of the room, he couldn't help but turn back for one last look at the white-haired girl.
She remained seated, engrossed in the documents in her hands, seemingly oblivious to Sean's departure.
Only after leaving the time room did the young woman who had been beside him speak again, "Isn't it strange? Our director is just that kind of person."
The young woman's tone carried a hint of helplessness and understanding, as if she had long been accustomed to the unique personality of this white-haired, loli-like director.
Sean nodded in agreement.
He did find this director to be different, not only because of her youthful appearance, but also because of her demeanor.
He's simply... unlike a civil servant.
He couldn't help but ask, "Has she always been like this?"
"Yes, she's always been like this." The young woman sighed, then turned to Sean with a friendly smile, extending her hand and saying, "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Vika Maynard, you can just call me Vika."
"Okay, Mena, oh no, Miss Vika." Sean smiled awkwardly and quickly extended his hand to shake Vika's hand.
After exchanging a few words, Sean took the elevator back to his temporary office in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement on the second floor.
When he passed by the Auror's office, it was quiet and empty.
Without a doubt, they were all dispatched to the scene.
Sean secretly noted down the location prominently circled in red: 17 St. Peter's Road, Kensington-Chelsea, London.
number.
London.
Kensington-Chelsea, 17 St. Peter's Road.
This is a detached house, all white, nestled quietly in a corner of the bustling city of London.
The main building in the courtyard is a three-story building with an exterior design that blends modern and classical elements. Large glass windows gleam in the sunlight, ensuring both the brightness and transparency of the interior and allowing residents to enjoy the picturesque scenery outside at any time.
The roof features a sloping design and is covered with dark glazed tiles, adding a touch of stability and grandeur.
Although it's located not far from central London, this place is usually quiet and secluded, almost like a world apart. The reason is simple...
This is Kensington and Chelsea, a famous affluent area in London and even the world.
Today, however, several police cars surrounded the area, unexpectedly breaking the tranquility.
"Officer, what's going on here?" A well-tailored, elegant lady slowly approached a police officer who appeared to be in charge of the operation.
The officer turned and saw the lady. He unconsciously straightened his uniform and replied, "Madam,"
We are conducting an urgent investigation into a case that may involve residents of this area. Please rest assured that we will handle it as quickly as possible and restore order to the area.
The lady nodded slightly in understanding. "I understand. Safety is always the most important thing. I hope you can find the truth as soon as possible. After all, peace and tranquility here are important to all of us." With that, she gracefully turned and continued her walk.
After she left, the police officer nervously took out a handkerchief from his pocket and hurriedly wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.
He muttered curses under his breath as he wiped, "Damn it, why aren't those people from upstairs here yet? If they don't come soon, we can't keep this a secret anymore."
This is the sixth citizen to come and consult him this morning.
At that moment, a young policeman who had just come out of the courtyard rushed out as if fleeing, his face pale and his eyes filled with fear and unease.
He frantically walked to the police car, checked the rearview mirror with his hand, and then... he started vomiting violently.
Vomit splattered around the police car's wheels, creating a shocking stain.
The surrounding officers looked on with concern, and some offered water and cash in an attempt to comfort their young colleague.
However, he simply waved his hand, refusing these kind offers, and continued vomiting, as if trying to pour out all the fear and anxiety in his heart.
Seeing this, the police officer frowned, his anxiety growing.
This police car was just approved by the higher-ups. It looks like I'll have to find some time to wash it when I get back.
He strode over to the young policeman and whispered a warning, "Next time you throw up, stay away from the police car, kid. When you get back, you'll be responsible for washing this car."
The young policeman ignored him. He looked up and said in a trembling voice, "Inside...inside...inside..."
"I know what it's like inside, you don't need to describe it to me." The officer waved his hand, interrupting the young policeman's rambling. "I've seen worse scenes before, the murderer..."
Before he could finish speaking, the young policeman's expression changed, as if he had thought of something. He then bent over and began to vomit on the ground.
This time, however, he vomited a little further away from the police car.
The officer shook his head helplessly and sighed inwardly.
This generation of police officers is getting more and more pampered.
Back in their day, they'd seen it all, unlike now where they vomit at the drop of a hat.
"You, go and rest for a bit. We'll call it a day when the people sent from above arrive."
The young policeman nodded, then knelt down and walked to the side, finding a corner to sit down. He held his head tightly in his hands, trying to pull himself out of this terrifying experience.
The officer pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, skillfully took one out, lit it, and took a deep drag.
He glanced at his watch, which showed he had been standing there for a full two hours.
The sun relentlessly scorched the earth, and the air was thick with a suffocating heat.
He thought to himself that if the people sent from above didn't come soon, he would just call the forensic doctor to come and clean up the scene.
After all, in this sweltering weather, it wouldn't be long before the heavy smell of blood seeped out of the courtyard and permeated the surrounding air, causing him unnecessary trouble and panic.
It's important to know that the residents here are all major taxpayers.
If he doesn't resolve this problem quickly, his position as police captain is probably doomed.
As the police officer finished his last puff of cigarette and stomped the butt out on the ground, just as he was about to take out his phone to call the forensic doctor, a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The reinforcements have arrived.
There were about seven or eight people who arrived, but what the police officer found a little strange was their strange attire.
However, none of this has anything to do with the police officer.
He was now eager to get rid of this hot potato, and after confirming that the handover documents were correct, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now, back to base!"
The leader of these seven or eight people was Scrimgeour. In addition to the Auror squad he brought, the group also included members of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.
They are responsible for cleaning the memories of the scene and the nearby Muggles to prevent them from seeing things they shouldn't see.
After receiving the scene, Scrimgeour strode into the house. Although he had seen photos of the scene beforehand, the sight before him still made him frown.
On the living room floor, a pool of dark red blood resembled a map drawn by a demon, twisted and ferocious.
The victim's body was contorted in an unnatural posture, suggesting he had endured immense pain and struggle before his death. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling, his limbs were outstretched at an odd angle, and his fingers were digging deeply into the cracks in the floor, leaving several gruesome scratches.
An indescribable stench filled the air, a mixture of blood and the smell of death, causing Scrimgeour to involuntarily hold his breath. A few splattered bloodstains on the wall served as eerie decorations.
The furniture next to them was roughly pushed over and scattered all over the floor.
Scrimgeour slowly crouched down, his gaze lingering on the blood-stained ground, noticing some tiny footprints or drag marks.
He reached out and gently touched a small spot of blood on the ground; the dark red blood stained his finger.
Scrimgeour frowned and waved his hand, signaling the Aurors to scatter and search for clues.
Just then, a voice that he had become all too familiar with came from outside the door.
"Scrimgeour, what a coincidence, you're here too."