Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics

Chapter 3919 - 3036: The Shade of Green Trees Is Dense and the Summer Days Are Long (34)

Chapter 3919 - 3036: The Shade of Green Trees Is Dense and the Summer Days Are Long (34)

Counting Williams' heartbeat in front of him, after making sure he was unconscious, Shiller slowly relaxed the strength in his arms and then, when he retracted his arms, he used the thumb dislocation technique to free himself from the handcuffs. He grabbed Williams and helped him sit on the nearby chair.

Shiller

Shiller noted that the woman seemed timid and afraid, but it was possibly just a façade; smuggling herself and her three children into America was no mean feat.

Indeed, when it was time to act, she was unequivocal; she led several of them to a room in the crematorium, opening the door only for Andre to shudder, because the room housed all the urns.

"These are all the unclaimed ashes from recently and probably include those you spoke of who were killed," Dana said. "They should be nameless; you can take them back to find out who they were."

"Thank you so much, ma'am, are your children in high school?" Shiller asked as he walked inside.

Dana seemed to notice Shiller's presence only then, turned around, and scrutinized him carefully, slowly nodding her head.

"Then think about Gotham University."

"We can't afford the tuition," she said bluntly. "And we definitely won't take out those outrageously expensive loans; we can't pay them back."

"Maybe I can offer some help." Shiller pulled out a business card and handed it to her, saying nothing more and went in with Andre and others to look for the urns.

The crematorium didn't have many urns, as the local residents seemed to have objections to the newly opened facility; many avoided it, and occasionally some were government-found unclaimed homeless bodies, all of whom had names.

They quickly found four or five nameless urns, seemingly purposely grouped together. Williams seemed to have a particular interest in bones; he not only collected children's bones but also kept the urns of those silenced informers, which greatly facilitated the investigation.

One shouldn't call themselves a collector without the capability, Shiller thought. When the Serial Killer's club was active, he had seen the craziest killer who only made a blanket from the victims' hair, hair that had gone through countless chemical processes, then he still didn't dare to display it openly, only keeping it hidden in the basement.

Contrary to many people's stereotype, in fact, most serial killers are not that brazen; the main reason they become serial killers instead of being caught after a single incident is, to put it nicely, they are cautious, or less kindly, they are cowards.