In the early hours of the morning,
the thunder had ceased, but a light drizzle continued to fall.
The small county town didn't have much nightlife to speak of, and the streets were eerily quiet, yet lights—or rather, candles—were lit in every home. The candlelight cast various silhouettes of people in different postures of worship onto the red cloth curtains.
William, Catherine, and little Fangfang sat in the backseat of the official vehicle, while two detectives sat up front.
In ordinary situations like this one, where there was no need to pursue a criminal, the detective with the character for "observe" on his face was responsible for driving, ensuring safety and reliability. However, in emergency situations, the one with "urgency" on his face would take the wheel.
In the passenger footwell, there was a black plastic bag stuffed with the smashed remains of the evil entity, ready to be taken to the crematorium for registration and incineration.
