Harry was much calmer.
He pursed his lips at the body on the ground. "Holz, you don't know. When Dean is being serious about his work, it means he's in a good mood. But if the corners of his mouth turn up without him realizing it... Heh heh..."
Harry had noticed it long ago.
Dean, the psycho, liked to chat with his victims with a smile as he killed them. Consequently, many who died at the end of Dean's gun didn't realize what was happening until the moment of their death.
Upon hearing this, Holz looked at Dean in astonishment.
Just then, Dean turned his head and gave him a faint smile.
Holz was speechless.
With Dean's smile, life or death was unpredictable.
He could no longer look directly at Dean's bright, warm smile.
Holz walked to the corridor and picked up the wall-mounted landline phone. "Alright, take this unlucky bastard away. I'll stay and call someone to handle the body..."
「Interrogation room.」
The skinny man was very cooperative.
