The detective looked over the corpse, which had been separated from its animating spirit as neatly as any ever had. "Tough break, rookie. You get to come in on what's shaping up to be the most mystifying case of my career."
"I don't see how. That guy did it, right? He's standing right there." He pointed at a man standing nearby who cleaned his starfurymetal sword, humming. That man had filled every gear slot with an item cheaper than a palace made of diamonds and not much else.
"Yeah, so what do we do about it? He must be level 70 if he's 7."
"Gentle persuasion, sir."
"His Persuasion stat is so high he might convince us to take the blame for it. Start running if he opens his mouth."
The killer looked over and winked at the cops, who thought over the situation as hard as they could. Was it necessary to solve every death in the country? Acts of nature happened, and the average hurricane was level 48 at most.
"I'm unutterably disappointed in the two of you."
"Sorry, chief. We'll watch how you take care of it."
"Now I'm disappointed in myself. You know, acts of nature do happen."
"Can't disagree there, chief."
Finis
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