Two hundred thirty-nine. Banquet

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The clinking of washed bowls and spoons drifted out from the kitchen.

The weather had been nice for the past couple of days, and Anna had opened the kitchen window a bit, allowing the annoying smoke to waft out of the Detective Agency—although Anna herself was not bothered by the smoke.

The strange event that had descended silently in the dead of the previous night inevitably brought some impact, and worse, it had come at an inopportune time.

Soon after, Lu Li and Anna left the Detective Agency and headed towards the carriage station. On the way, they saw many citizens in a state of panic, as well as police officers dealing with dead bodies.

Many of the bodies on the stretchers, covered with white cloths, were street vagrants, and some were being carried out from residents' homes.

The last time the Mist of Strangeness had not caused such dreadful casualties.

At least not so many civilians had perished.