About ten minutes later, the pitch-black carriages filled the street. Those people were armed to the teeth, each sporting a cold and indifferent expression, like distant Death Gods, carrying an icy chill akin to the winter of Old Dunling.
Many officers were driven to the other side of the street. They were supposed to be inside the police line, but now they were outside it, looking curiously at those mysterious figures.
Old Dunling has many urban legends, and those mysterious figures are one of them.
Many times, people would say there are black-clad police handling mysterious cases, and no one knows which department they belong to. Even when asking Suyalan Hall, they answer with silence.
But now they're really here in front of them, bearing an ominous aura. Sheriff Donas also stood outside the police line, with a face full of coldness.
