C84 Invisible person

Back at the station, when I placed the two photos in front of the butcher, he stood up and gaped at them, unable to say a word for a long time. When he reacted, I saw beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and he slumped back in his chair, clutching his chest.

As expected, the three of them had known each other since they were young. They were all from the same place