The longer Xia Qingyi listened, the more irritated she became. She stood up and started to leave when she suddenly froze.
She seemed to have thought of something, something important.
If the first victim had been a student with a hidden identity of a prostitute, and the second victim was an ordinary white-collar worker with a hidden identity, then perhaps their hidden identities could be related as to why they were targeted by the murderer.
She thought back to the photograph. The girl was lying in the middle of the street, the ground covered in blood, and her clothes were still in place.
What kind of clothes was the girl wearing at the time? A short-sleeved yellow top, a pleated skirt, with high heels. Her hair was wavy, with traces of heavy makeup residue on her face.
