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"Ah!" he then perked up and nodded, getting himself up and then walking over to the door on the right side. With a swift movement, he slid it open and pointed inside: "This house belongs to one of my clients, whom has been framed for a murder and many other ugly things. He came to me, and now I keep this house as my office, to keep this scenery safe. It may be ugly, but I need help with these signs and language. Can you help me?"
The room was in disarray, and the dark blood was everywhere, although time had done its job for fading it out a bit. There were red lines of wool throughout the room - investigative magic that ZhenXi had learned on his own and with the help of King Lu, to protect the crime scene.