Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Several police cars were parked in front of a remote dock in the southwest of the town.

It was still raining.

As the police cordon was set up, forensic experts and police officers were conducting an on-site examination and securing the scene.

Finley stood inside the cabin, looking at several marked lines indicating the crime scene, before finally focusing on the hole that had been smashed into the floor.

Finley.

Roseko walked over with a burly man who was at least 195cm tall, wearing simple jeans and a jacket, with a rugged face and a buzz cut.

"Rosco, Reicher."

Finley looked over, adjusted his glasses, and nodded in acknowledgment.

The burly man called Raiche was calm and composed, his gaze quickly sweeping across the entire cabin.

He frowned as he scanned the drawn crime scene markers, the body, the holes in the cabin walls, and the hole at Finley's feet.

"A bizarre death scene."

Lei Che was somewhat puzzled.

He has handled far too many death cases. His innate talent and acquired skills have given him an extraordinary ability to observe, and his attention to detail is incredibly keen.

Over the years, he had seen many seemingly strange death scenes, but this time, he felt something was... unusual.

Or rather, it's too unconventional.

Raiche walked to the living room of the cabin and squatted down in front of a corpse, asking the forensic doctor for a pair of plastic gloves.

The forensic pathologist glanced at Rachel with surprise, then looked at Finley, who nodded at him, and the pathologist did as instructed.

He put on plastic gloves, gently touched the corpse's twisted neck, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"The cervical vertebrae were completely shattered."

After touching the body, he did the same to examine several other bodies. Then he went outside the cabin to check the bodies outside and came to a conclusion that he found hard to believe.

He returned to the cabin and looked up to see the deep gaze behind those glasses.

Rachel and Finley exchanged glances, then walked out of the cabin with their umbrellas. Roseco looked around but didn't find anything, so she followed them with a puzzled expression.

Standing on the dock outside the wooden house, the rain was pattering on the lake, creating ripples.

"So, what's the conclusion you reached after your observation, Rachel?" Finley turned to look at the big guy in front of him.

This big guy arrived in town a few days ago. Strangely, he only brought a toothbrush. He seemed to be investigating something.

Rachel's strong physique and outstanding demeanor led Finley to immediately recognize him as someone of extraordinary status upon first meeting him, and thus he was very wary of him.

However, after spending time with him, they discovered that Rai Che possessed an astonishing ability to observe and reason logically, which was completely contrary to his physical appearance.

"Thirteen bodies, from the same group, in the vehicles outside, there should be one missing. All of these people had guns. Judging from the bullet holes at the scene, there was a very fierce gun battle inside the wooden house, but these people were all killed by unconventional forces."

"The fatal spots are the neck and chest; it's a very precise and horrific way of killing."

"There was very little blood at the scene. The limited bloodstains came from the bodies that had been struck hard in the chest and were spitting out blood from their mouths."

"The unreasonable thing is that the force is too great. The body was smashed through the wooden house wall and thrown more than ten meters away, with the farthest distance being eighteen meters. It is hard to imagine how much force it would take to do that."

"And you, you doubt me."

Reicher made his analysis with certainty and confidence.

Roseco, who was listening silently behind the two, had a flicker in her eyes and felt a surge of emotions.

If Reicher's analysis is correct, then it really is something that humans can do?

Whether it's his height or physique, it's clear that Rachel is much stronger than the average person, but Roseco believes it's absolutely impossible for him to achieve this.

"As far as I know, there are no more than ten people in the entire town who are bigger than you, but none of them are capable of cleanly and efficiently killing everyone when facing a dozen guns."

Finley did not deny his suspicions.

"You believe the scene was staged to create such an extremely illogical death scene." Reicher laughed and continued to point out another of Finley's suspicions.

"However, you quickly dispelled that doubt."

"That's right. Judging from the bodies at the scene and the holes around it, and from the scene reconstruction, the murderer was surrounded by these people with guns, but he killed them all in a way I never imagined, even when they were firing their guns."

"And you can't do that."

Finley sighed, feeling a headache coming on.

The death scene made no sense at all, and the initial direction of the investigation could not be found, so how could the murderer be found?

Moreover, Finley was worried about something else at this moment.

The missing Matthew has been found. The boy went home on his own. After a brief conversation, Finley realized that Matthew must be hiding something.

He didn't know if this place was related to Matthew. Logically, Matthew, who had always behaved normally in the small town, couldn't have done this.

But Finley had a vague feeling that there must be a connection between the two, and that Matthew might even be the murderer.

"Sir."

Just then, a police officer hurriedly walked over from behind. Finley and the other two turned around and saw the officer trembling as he reported some information to them.

"A maid at Kleiner Manor called the police, saying there had been a large-scale gunfight. The officers who arrived at the scene reported that there were more than forty bodies." The officer paused here, then added in a trembling voice, "Kleiner was among the bodies."

"What?" Finley, Reicher, and Roseco's expressions changed.

It's all in chaos, everything's in complete chaos.

At Kleiner Manor, looking at the even more bizarre death scene than at the dockside cabins, Finley, Reicher, and all the police officers realized something was wrong.

Dozens of heavily armed gunmen were all killed.

The bodies of the guards who had been struck by the terrifying force and died were smashed down along with the iron gate.

Rather than believing the killer did it by hand, they preferred to believe that someone drove a large truck weighing tens or hundreds of tons at high speed into the estate.

Apart from the long, unidentified mark left by something, there were no other tire tracks at the scene.

Not to mention that the fatal wounds of the dozens of gunmen in the living room of the mansion were on their foreheads, with tiny, burned holes.

These people were killed, but there were no obvious traces of blood at the scene.

The only survivors in the entire manor were a few dogs and a maid who had been trembling in fear since the battle in the kitchen began.

Billionaire Kleiner's limbs, except for his knees, were twisted beyond recognition. His contorted and pained face was enough to prove that he had been cruelly tortured before his death. At the same time, the huge safe in the mansion was opened and found to be empty.

Whatever was inside, it was clearly taken away by the murderer.

"This is a massacre." Finley's face was grim.