The sunlight through the dense clouds, fell on the blood-red like fire ball over the morgue car, as if to add a layer of treacherous filter for this cruel scene, Bruce gazed at the obsession crystal, the corner of his mouth emerged a trace of a seemingly hidden smile.
To be honest, this kind of operation of “killing the target and harvesting the obsessions along with it” does carry a perverted but addictive sense of achievement. His pace on the crutches unconsciously accelerated, as if he was rushing to a harvesting ceremony that had already been arranged.
A whisper broke his contemplation.
“Bruce?”
He looked around as the familiar voice came from beside a body that had just been pieced together. It was Dempsey, his former colleague at the Bureau of Forensic Science and one of his few
