"Make sure he meets his father."
The "investigator" said, "Of course, that's the latest target. My deal with Wilson is off, after all, he's dead now, which is a real shame."
Indeed, it is a pity.
Ever since his son died, Wilson gradually became obsessed, making him a very generous customer.
There won't be such easy marks offering tributes from now on.
"Then get out of this human's body. If Ethan sees, he's sure to ask about the wounds on his face."
Rattlesnake said.
She had promised Ethan that before the festival ended, she would take good care of this investigator. Now, with his face covered in blood, he certainly didn't look well taken care of, "Don't make me look bad."
"Of course, but you know us well; I need a new vessel."
"That's easy to handle."
Rattlesnake glanced at the golden container on the bedside table, signaling with her eyes, "You can stay in there until the festival is over."
"...Are you joking?"
