Morning!
The sound of alarms echoed through the Detroit Police Department, and a large number of officers were dispatched to the old neighborhood.
The entire old neighborhood was eerily quiet, with no sound at all, exuding a deathly stillness that made one's hair stand on end.
The police of the Beautiful Country dared not venture in, and could only quickly report to their superiors, requesting military intervention.
The ordinary citizens were unaware of the existence of the Fierce Ghost, but the police department was well aware. In the haunted old neighborhood, they dared not enter.
"When is the National Guard arriving?"
Detroit Police Chief Wilbur, with a worried expression, looked at the silent old neighborhood ahead, secretly cursing his luck. Why did the Fierce Ghost incident have to happen in his district? If not handled properly, his career was at stake.
