Super Detective in the Fictional World

Only a large amount of sulfur would cause this kind of poisoning – for example, burying someone in a pile of sulfur.

The situation in the bar wasn’t like that. It was more like the work of a lunatic or a cultist. A normal person wouldn’t kill people in such a troublesome and bizarre way.

Outside the bar with the yellow cordon tape, Drax waved at a man in a suit. “Little Jack, come here.”

The forty-year-old Caucasian man, “Little Jack,” said helplessly, “Uncle Drax, just call me Jack. I was going to call you when I’m done with this case. You didn’t have to come personally.”

Drax snorted. “You police officers have to follow the rules when you’re working a case. The person who did this isn’t as law-abiding.”

He then patted Luke’s shoulder. “This is a kid from my family, Luke. He’s a detective with L.A.’s Major Crimes Division.”

Looking at Jack’s expression, Drax sneered impatiently. “Enough, he was worried about me, so he came as well. If he finds any leads, he’ll tell you. Keep your thoughts to yourself and go over them when you get home.”

Jack nodded and smiled wryly. “Come in. Just don’t touch anything inside. Forensics isn’t done yet.”

Luke said, “Okay, Jack.” He followed Jack into the bar.

All the bodies in the bar had been moved out, but the forensic scientists were still investigating the entire bar.

Given the size and number of people in the bar, it was definitely a huge endeavor. It would be considered pretty good if they could finish everything in two or three days.

Luke frowned.

For him, this was definitely one of the worst crime scenes he had ever seen.

After a rough analysis, he confirmed that at least a hundred and fifty people had been here in the last two days.

This included police officers, forensic scientists, paramedics, reporters, and all sorts of random people. The bar itself had staff coming in and out all the time, and the numerous smells were annoying.

However, Luke was already accustomed to using his Sharp Nose.

He only picked out the scents that carried the strongest scent of sulfur.

The smells most likely belonged to the dead, which gave the impression that their own scents were completely made of sulfur.

After a long while, he looked at Jack and asked, “Are you sure there were only eighteen victims?”