Chapitre 1598: Morgue

Humans were subjective.

If this world was really related to Mordin, having it controlled by a majority of women wasn't out of the realm of possibility.

Of course, before any deciding evidence showed up, everything was merely theories.

Kieran stood in front of 2-1-6's entrance, watching the officers search up and down in his identity's house. Gredith's eyes were on him.

"You don't seem bothered at all." Gredith asked.

"Other than some books, there's nothing inside. Those books aren't rare or unique copies either, anyone can buy them off the markets," Kieran answered.

"Is that so? Please follow me, I need your help to I.D. what went missing in your house."

Gredith continued her suspicious gaze at Kieran before she told him to follow her.

Kieran nodded and walked in with Gredith. 

He glanced over the messy first floor.

"Nothing."