"...Well, if we're already here." Making himself comfortable, the Sinese removed his clothing and folded it all neatly, put in a nearby locker. Unlike the earlier interior, this section of the spring seemed to offer its own, smaller assortment of lockers. Perhaps this was strictly for private use by the Black Dragons. There was merit in joining their faction after all, huh! Staring at the waters momentarily, the young man steeled himself before dipping both his legs in the water; having to hold himself back from remarking how unpleasantly hot the waters were. He'd get used to this temperature in time and dip his whole body in... Hopefully.
Except, that plan was never set in motion. As he was alone in this area, there shouldn't have been any sounds to bother his stay. Nobody should have been around. And yet he could hear it. Wheezing. He didn't pay much mind to it, though as it turned irregular, he finally leaped out of the water and went for the search. That's when the smell of blood hit his nose, and the wizard saw it through the steam. The body of yet another victim, freshly murdered; his mouth slit open, a White Star gang tattoo visible on his shoulder. "This is--"
"Shit, there was someone here after all?"
The sudden voice was the true surprise. Raising his gaze, Jan Ren barely made out a shape through the steam. This was a man, his left pec showing the tattoo of a black snake, rounded and biting at its own tail. "Ouroboros--!!" His magic immediately kicked into gear, but as he was prepared to attack... The man disappeared into thin air. A single Sakura petal falling down. "...Wha--"
... ...Well. That was deeply dissatisfying. After getting dressed again and notifying the hot springs staff of his finding, the area was locked for the while as they kept the victim hidden. The last thing the public needed to know was that the most coveted bathhouse happened to also be a murder scene. The same hostess he'd met with earlier soon delivered the pay he was to collect, neatly kept in a large and chunky envelope; the Sinese remaining calm enough to count the Jewels laid inside in-front of the woman, thrice. Not because of his professional approach, but rather... He couldn't shake off the sight he'd witnessed there.
A man with the Ouroboros tattoo over his left breast. It might have been possible that the Black Dragons weren't behind it. Or rather, one of their higher-ups at best, were involved in the case.
After retrieving the money and bringing it back to an awfully-pleased Yomu, the Sinese made his way away from the gambling den. "If that's all for today, I'd rather take my leave now. I'll come back tomorrow at the same hour, Mister Yomu." He waved off, keeping a rather pleased facade. There was no way he'd tell the fat man about what he found.
Though the detective, had to hear about this. "--Well?" Weirdlock asked, as soon as Jan Ren entered the office once again. "Any findings?"
"...I did find something." The young man laid out as the pompadour'd detective's eyebrows squinted some. "Hmm? Do tell." Whatever the Sinese found was perhaps vital to this case. After that, he went on explaining exactly what he found. At some point his employer had turned away and stared down the window; making sure nobody was eavesdropping on their conversation.
After all, Jan Ren was now one step closer into finding out not what... But WHO Ouroboros was.
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