"I need to see your mission assignment person."
Joe Butran knocked on the table and spoke to the receptionist who was dozing off in front of him.
Jobtran is in the underground headquarters of the mysterious investigation bureau in Munihei, which has a similar structure to the underground headquarters in Umr City, but is more spacious.
It seemed that all the investigators inside had gone out now, and only a few people remained in the hall chatting.
They shared their gains and experiences from completing investigation missions, but judging from the clothes they wore and the power they exuded, they were just a few fledgling dog-level investigators.
"Ah? Who are you?"
The receptionist rubbed his eyes and answered in confusion.
"Deploy Wolf-class investigator Joe Butron from Umr City. I need to see your mission assignee, or an investigator of Tiger class or above."
Jobtran spoke to the receptionist very seriously and showed the brooch that symbolized his status as a wolf-level investigator.
"Please wait a moment. What exactly is it? I need to write it down before I can contact you."
After seeing Jobtran's brooch, the receptionist did not dare to be negligent and politely asked Jobtran about his purpose according to the procedure.
"According to my speculation, a large number of Yellow Group personnel may take this opportunity to gather at the Munihei Music Festival, and the few dog-level investigators I have do not have enough manpower and ability to solve such a big problem."
Joe Butran spread his hands and said helplessly.
"Understood. Please wait a moment."
The receptionist wrote down the purpose of Jobtran's visit in his notebook and dialed the internal phone next to him.
Joe Butron waited patiently for the receptionist to make follow-up arrangements after the call, and listened to the conversation between several canine investigators who were chatting not far away.
"Oh my god, it was so scary. I think Robertson almost peed his pants."
"Bullshit, you're the one who peed your pants.
But to be honest, the scene was indeed terrifying.
That scene could make all the hairs in one's pores stand up.
If the salary offered by the Bureau of Investigation was not generous enough, I would have considered changing to an ordinary job and living the rest of my life in peace and stability. "
"You're right, how could there be such a horrible way to die in this world
I almost vomited when I saw it from a distance.”
"Who knows how long the body had been soaking in that filthy sewer? Even maggots had grown out of it."
"Don't mention it. It makes me physically sick just thinking about the incredible way that corpse was twisted."
"Fortunately, our job is not to be a coroner. We are just checking the scene. It is obvious that such a horrible way of death is not a normal death for humans. We can hand over the follow-up matters to our superiors to handle."
When Jobtran heard the word "distorted", he remembered the scene when Yudkao died in front of him and the vortex of Umr's sorrow.
"Excuse me, what is the distortion you are talking about?"
Joe Butran couldn't help but step forward and ask.
"Ah, Mr. Wolf-level investigator. The specific situation is this: a body was found in the sewer of the old city. When it was found, it was already so rotten that its appearance and facial features could not be seen. The only thing we can tell from its body shape is that it is a female."
"Go on." Jobtran frowned and urged.
What the canine investigator said reminded Jobtran of a piece of information he had seen before.
That was the body found in the sewer of Umr.
"It should be a red-haired woman. Preliminary judgment is that she is between 30 and 40 years old. When the body was found, it was naked, but there was a piece of yellow cloth tightly clenched in its mouth."
"Yellow robe!" Jobtran immediately thought of the yellow robe worn by the victim in the information about Umr City.
"The entire head of the corpse has been embedded in the coccyx, like an incomplete circle. I don't know how to describe it, but the distortion and hideousness of the limbs are really hard to describe."
The canine investigator said through gritted teeth.
"Did you find any writing beside the body? Or was there a yellow mark on the back of the body from a branding iron?"
Jobtran asked, frowning.
The canine investigator shook his head and sighed.
“The body was found at the entrance of a sewer, which must have been washed out after a heavy rain.
However, the sewer system of the Muni black market is too complicated, and it is difficult to check the entire sewer system.
To put it bluntly, no one except the homeless would be willing to enter these rat and bedbug nests.”
"Is this your work attitude?" Jobtran said unhappily.
“Master Wolf-level investigator, it’s not that we are lazy, but after hundreds of years of development, the sewers of Munihei are even more complicated than the alleys and bends in the slums.
The channels crisscrossing up and down are of various sizes. The large sewage canals are as wide as a small river, while the small ones are so small that even a ten-year-old boy can hardly crawl into them.
The worst thing is that the designer of the Muni black market sewer had died in the war, and the drawings were burned in a fire.
The stench and disorienting environment inside is the perfect maze. Most people can't get out once they enter, which makes our search much more difficult."
The canine investigator confessed to Jobtran frankly, and several others echoed his statement.
"Yes, yes. If criminals nowadays go into the sewers, even the police will have a hard time tracking them. In that environment, even the sense of smell of hounds will be disturbed."
"Okay, I understand. You guys continue chatting."
From the corner of his eye, Jobtron saw that the receptionist had finished his call, so he paused his conversation with these dog-level personnel, bowed briefly, and left.
He returned to the reception desk and asked,
"How is it? Is there anyone higher up willing to come and handle this?"
The receptionist nodded and said to Joe Butran,
"Yes, please go to the archives room."
The receptionist stood up and gestured to the right front.
"Go over there and you'll find the archives room."
"Okay, thank you."
Heading in the direction known by the receptionist, Joe Butran arrived at the door of the archive room.
A ridiculous thought, or rather a funny memory, suddenly came to his mind.
He stood in front of the door and recalled the funny memory. He shook his head to get rid of the unrealistic thoughts in his mind and knocked on the door.
At this time, a familiar voice was heard.
"Hello, Joe Butran, we meet again."