“The cursed dumpster? That’s an old one.” Kevin shrugged as he slurped his noodles while sitting on top of his desk: “I think I’ve heard about it. It’s a super old urban legend. I don’t remember the details - but it’s not good if it turned out to be real.”

  “I don’t really remember that. What’s it about?” Marcus asked.

  “Well - if I remember correctly, it’s about a dumpster that just wouldn’t go.” Kevin typed on his ptop and started reading from something he found: “Okay - I found some very old posts from some even older and ugly-ass forums: it says that the cursed dumpster is one particur metal dumpster with spray paint on it, inally located somewhere between the South-Eastern and South-Western Districts. It became cursed due to some unfortunate guy getting chopped in pieces and thrown into it. The polid people never figured out why.”

  “And by ‘just wouldn’t go’, what do you mean? ” Marcus raised his coffee mug. He wao take a look at Kevin’s s, but decided against it because his lingering headache was a major annoyance - it was not serious enough to make him stop funing, but not light enough for him to ignore and sail through the day.

  “It means - the locals and the local authority tried removing them a couple of times, but it always ends up ba its inal pce.” Kevin squinted his eyes: “And - some people tried to burn it down, even hired exorcists to ha. But none helped. What’s worse is that it seems like it would even sh out against those who tried to act against it, civilians, exorcists, taoists and their families alike. It was ter sealed locally at the hands of a few monks and practitioners from the South-Eastern District.”

  “And - how is it now?” Marcus’ frown grew deeper: “This family - the father died and was found in that very dumpster - it’s not goht? Does it mean that it’s ag up again?”

  “Not - not necessarily.” Kevin scrolled through a few pages: “Here, at least from what I tell, those deaths lio this dumpster all seemed rather random. Horrible and unfortunate deaths, but no pattern as far as I tell from these posts, and no direct links. If you want I take a look at a few more.”

  “Let’s look at it ter.” Marcus sighed: “Looks like it’s - it’s Blue Envelope Material? Would it be there?”

  “I would say so.” Kevin sighed: “Let’s talk this out with Captain - shall we? I mean we o ask him about those anyway.”

  “Hey guys.” At this moment, Mick Cramer, the new detective-in-training, knocked on the frame of the door: “Captain’s calling everyoo the briefing room. Mr. Khan brought something.”

  “Alright, thank you Mick.” Marodded, squeezing his nose bridge: “We’ll be right over.”

  “You okay? Marcus?”

  “I’m fine, just o tough it out.” Marcus stood up, then took a quick look at Mick: “How about you? How’s your arm? Still hurting? Any disfort or pain?”

  “I’m feeling a lot better now.” Miodded, stretg both his arms and shoulders just to prove to Marcus that he was alright: “No pain, just a little bit sore, it should go away after some sleep.”

  “Alright, don’t fet, you o rest.” Marodded: “I’ll give you a quick check when we today.”

  Tyler Khan, the iigator from the South-Eastern Distriunity collective and liaison from them, appeared to be in a good mood with his pile of files in his hand. Kevin grabbed a cup of coffee for himself, as did Marcus. Detective Keryn Land Shrevas Pahaik came in slightly ter than most, as they seemed to be ing back from a se. Detective Brian Sai brought a small folder with him, appearing ed by something.

  “Good m, Captain Ko, officers.” In the briefing room, Tyler Khan found the podium and had already put something on the projector: “I trust that you already know about this poor fellow named Putnam Von?”

  “Who? ” Detective Brian Sai asked.

  “The guy in the unity collective, who sighe rental paperworks for that anonymous group who got that ptform.” Marcus answered: “He’s missing. The theory is that he is dead but the body is still not found.”

  “For that - we actually - actually found him.” Tyler Khan scratched his head: “We’re preparing to start an autopsy in colboration with the city’s forensics team. We also delivered an official invitation to Doctor Ayer Flemmings. We’re just not sure if she’s avaible yet.”

  “Shouldn’t the city…” Captain Ko frowned: “... be more involved?”

  “We ’t determine if it’s murder yet.” Tyler Khan sighed: “The sario all seem pretty strange and suspicious. And it is the unity collective’s position that we try to duct this iigation in a colborative fashion. For this is a very delicate time, and sideri events, it is obvious that more information and intelligence sharing would be vastly mutually beneficial.”

  “Hmm. Okay.” Captain Ko nodded: “Okay. Fine. But we’ll o follow up on further details ter.”

  “Of course, captain. Intelligence sharing is one of our top priorities.” Tyler Khan nodded, as he put a picture onto the projector, it was the sketch of a man, with some notes on the side: “Behold, a strange name and a rough sketch of oentially critical person: Luo Zhuge.”

  Marcus sensed Shrevas and Keryn, who were sitting behind him, squirm lightly, either at the name of the sketch.

  “Who is this man?” Kevin asked, scratg his jaw.

  “Someone who did .” Tyler Khan shrugged and looked around the room: “He’s someoioned in a hidden notebook of Putnam Von, which beloo Putnam Von. He was quite a sketch artist, what do you know? He hat he should be careful of this man. The other iigators of the unity collective are looking into who this man is, but so far all we could find was that his main area of operation is in the South-Western District. This is where I would need your help.”

  “You think this man’s tied to Putnam Von’s death?” Marcus asked.

  “It’s the best lead we have so far. At least - ” Tyler Khan shoicture of an open notebook, with some sketchy handwriting on both pages.

  “He’s dangerous. He’s not to be trusted. DO NOT BE FOOLED!”

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