Xi Zirui circles Su Xueyi gingerly.
Lying in a puddle of his own blood lies Shen Yun, his eyes wide open in frozen terror.
He didn't see death coming. The shock in his eyes tells Xi Zirui that he knew his killer's identity.
Not that that is saying much.
Bai Mi's heels click on the raw concrete floor as she makes her way towards them, cursing all along.
She groans as soon as she sees Shen Yun's body. "Well, that's a fucking trainwreck." She turns to Su Xueyi, "Did he make the first payment?"
He nods, inspecting the body dispassionately. "Last night." He kicks one of Shen Yun's stiff legs. "And now someone killed him and dumped him here."
Xi Zirui shakes his head. "No, he was killed here." He turns around to point out the trail of blood they just followed. "The question is, who lured him here?"
Su Xueyi takes a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and pinches it between his fingers to rummage through Shen Yun's pockets.
