The answer was obviously hidden right in the room before their eyes.
Without hesitation, Chu Guang unlocked the door with his authority.
Unlike the other rooms in Zone B, this one hadn't been cleaned up. Personal items were left on an unfolded collapsible table, and the bed next to it was unmade.
What was noteworthy was an article of clothing laid out on the room's floor—a blue jacket and a pair of pants positioned with the sleeves and legs spread out, resembling a prone person.
And at the position of the right sleeve, there was an old-fashioned-looking revolver.
It was as if...
they were reconstructing the scene of a crime?
However, probably due to considerations of harmony or other factors, the most crucial element—the corpse—was missing, which made the scene seem somewhat comical.
"...Is this also one of the First Generation Manager's sick jokes?"
Chu Guang subconsciously looked toward the wall on the left side of the room, yet he did not see any bullet holes there.
