"Sir, Lord Murray has been found!"
"What? Where is he? Is he okay?!"
Several Westerners looked terrified and excitedly grabbed the constable to ask.
Originally, they all thought that Murray, missing for so long, must have been killed, and they had already divided up his estate. Now they were being told he's alive?
No, he must die!
Exchanging a silent glance, the Westerners quietly reached a consensus, their eyes filled with ruthless malice.
On the other side, facing the questions from the Western gentlemen, the constable could only twitch his face into a pained expression.
"Uh... not very well... Never mind, you'll see for yourselves..."
Saying this, the constable waved his hand, and someone behind him brought forward a bizarre "remnant" the size of a twenty-to-thirty-pound watermelon.
As that strange object was placed on the table, indistinguishable as human, everyone present swallowed hard.
"This... is Lord Murray?"
