The Boy Who Lived

Most of them remembered firing so many bullets which hit the walls and other pieces of furniture. However, when they checked, the wall clearly had no damage aside from the holes and none of the weapons used today used gunpowder. Actually, no modern firearms used that anymore. So where did the smoke come from? And why was it concentrated on the corpse?

At this train of thought, one of the tattooed baldies finally called out,

"Lady Boss. Something's odd."

Another one added,

"Yeah. Something's not right here. I seem to be seeing something on the walls."

"Idiot! Stop! Don't say it! Boss is currently happy!"

The young police officer replied, his expression weird.

"But there's really something on the walls. Are you people pretending to be blind? Or illiterate?"

"You rascal!"

Their bickering made Maurice sober up. Her laughter died down and her serious expression returned. She swept an icy glan