"Impossible." The man's face was unmistakably cold, ripping open the collar of his shirt and blowing the wind off the quay as if his whole being was caught in an infinite quagmire.

"Mr. Swift, please cooperate with the investigation."

Only after repeated prodding by the officer did Aaron slowly turn his head, a tremor in his voice, "Even if, even if a person fell from this height, there is a chance of survival, right?"

"The accident is still under investigation and no conclusions can be drawn at this time, you are now required to determine if these items belong to Sherry."

At this moment, Aaron is completely unable to find...