「Textile Factory.」
Even though it was already evening, the place remained bustling. Officers in uniforms moved through the building, inspecting every corner and leaving no stone unturned. The female workers had been gathered, and the huge machines that previously operated day and night had ceased their roaring.
"Sir!" an officer standing before an oversized fan called out loudly. "There's something wrong here!"
A fan this large theoretically had no place in a textile factory. Furthermore, there were traces on the blades that looked suspiciously like blood. To a professional officer's eye, it was highly suspicious. Investigators hurried over, their gazes following the traces on the floor behind the propeller.
"Go ahead!" the one in charge ordered with a wave of his hand. "Take it apart!"
"Yes, sir!" his subordinates complied.
Whatever the issue, once the object used for concealment was dismantled, everything would be exposed.
CLICK! BANG!
