Early morning.
Long police tapes had already cordoned off No. 88 Silver Avenue.
After all, Claude is a renowned tycoon in Baixi, and his murder is no minor incident.
Especially since many documents scattered around the scene and the writing on the walls revealed his suspected involvement in smuggling and espionage, creating a huge public sensation concurrent with his death. It Aggravating certain people who had been in touch with Claude, secretively biting their teeth in frustration, but unable to do anything about it.
Johnson, a police officer in his forties, has dealt with an array of bizarre cases and handled some pretty tricky nighttime beasts over the course of his rich professional career.
But at this moment, squatting inside the study, staring at the human figure outlined with chalk on the floor, his expression was unprecedently somber.
