The Center for Troubled Youths looked strangely tranquil and picturesque after the busy concrete jungle of the city. It was situated in a quiet neighborhood, taking up most of it — the grounds were surrounded by a neat fence, spacious enough to accommodate a modest park and a good collection of sports facilities, starting from a football field and ending with several tennis courts.
There were not a lot of the aforementioned troubled youths in sight, considering the pouring rain, but the buildings themselves looked clean and well-maintained. There was a main building where classes took place, two dormitories, a cafeteria hall, and so on… overall, the Youth Center looked like a campus of a prestigious, well-to-do university.
There was even a street musician on the corner, playing a peaceful tune on an old guitar while hiding under a large black umbrella.
Sunny and Effie looked at each other warily. After a while, he said:
"The more innocent it looks…"
Effie ended the sentence with a frown:
"The creepier it usually is."
Neither of them liked the idea of the Valor Group and Mordret collecting young delinquents in an unassuming private facility — supposedly to help them. Who knew what kind of shady things were going on here?
After hesitating for a while, Sunny sighed.
"You go talk to whoever is in charge here. I'll… look around."
They presented their badges to the security guard at the entrance and were admitted inside after some mild resistance. Effie headed for the main building to find the director of the Youth Center, while Sunny lingered at the gate for a while before leaving to explore the territory.
They met back at the car some time later, both wearing troubled expressions.
"What did you find?"
Sunny's voice was even.
Effie studied him for a bit, then said somberly.
"You first."
He sighed.
"Well… it… seems completely normal?"
Her expression cleared.
"Right? I found absolutely nothing to suggest that there's something shady going on in this place. The director is a very nice old lady… she told me everything I needed to know, and was genuinely upset to learn that the kid had been killed."
Sunny scratched the back of his head.
"Right. I walked around the whole territory and even spoke to a few residents. Everything seems above board. The youths are content, well-cared for, and happy. There are no odd vibes, no creepy undertones… nothing suspicious at all. From everything I saw, it seems like a completely legitimate charitable organization that is both funded well and managed well, with everyone doing their hardest to make sure that these kids receive a bright future."
They stared at each other in utter confusion.
Why would Mordret run a real charity? And do so earnestly, voluntarily, and with no secret agenda to boot?
Sunny did not have shadow sense at the moment, while his other senses had been suppressed to the level of a mundane person. However, he still had his experience, instinct, and intuition — and yet, everything was telling him that there was nothing sinister or shady about the Center for Troubled Youths.
Even the Devil Detective's dormant hostility could not find fault with this place.
Effie scratched the back of her head.
"Very weird."
Sunny was inclined to agree. It was indeed extremely weird… but there was nothing they could do about it. In fact, why would they want to do something? It was odd to be unhappy that the youths weren't being exploited for nefarious purposes.
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