The lonely Sehee Research Institute that the Reaper had left behind.
They were sweating at the site of the Research Institute, which was undergoing an untily large-scale construction project.
In fact, I wanted to go on a journey to find the Reaper together with the investigation team, but I was rejected by Senior Kim Jungroo.
Seeing them wearing hard hats and hamring nails, no one would think they were researchers.
Even for a small Research Institute, to treat researchers this harshly!
Apparently, they were preparing for so newly acquired Object, but I'm not sure if our Research Institute has the capability to receive an Object that requires such a large construction project.
I thought the Research Institute was just living off the 'Gray Reaper Containnt Subsidy', but it seed like Sister Sehee was considering expanding the Institute.
"Wow, senior. Is that all gold?"
"Yeah, solid gold."
A massive lump of gold was being brought into the Research Institute.
A gold piece that size must be worth billions, right?
"Senior, but what is that?"
"A doghouse."
"Huh?"
"A huge and expensive doghouse."
What did you say?
***
The Songpa-gu refugee camp disaster that struck Seoul was wrapped up faster than expected.
Puffing on a pipe, I watched the morial service unfolding from a distance.
I had neatly completed the request from the governnt.
Having taken on a temporary position to carry out the request, now that it was done, I was no longer involved.
After retrieving the corpse of the old man from the site and delivering it to the family, I had completed all my tasks.
However, there was sothing bothering , which is why I was watching from afar like this.
The camp was still blockaded.
Even though the incident had ended long ago.
***
At the refugee camp where the horrific murder took place, people in white protective suits were swarming around.
They were researchers from the Trinity Research Institute, a joint institute ford by three research institutes.
They were carefully collecting the butterfly corpses soaked in blood, placing them in sealed containers one by one.
The amount of butterfly corpses they had collected was enormous.
From the blood, they sorted out human skin, personal belongings, and butterfly corpses. The belongings were classified as lost items, and the skin was all burned on the spot.
Nearby, a joint morial altar was set up to commorate the tragedy.
Even though only skin remained, the unidentified corpses that even the families hadn't seen were treated like trash here.
Burning the victims' skin right next to the morial altar showed the precariousness of modern tis.
They were extracting data relentlessly from the site, not caring about the destroyed containers in the camp, digging up large amounts of soil.
At one site, they discovered sothing peculiar.
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