"I have no impression of him." Jiang Xuyan shook his head.
The shoes stained with blood on the ground were the kind of shoes with a very eye-catching color and unique design. As long as one looked at them a little more, they would not forget them.
Tang Zinian opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the shoe." Is it the one under the tree we saw last night…"
"I looked at it a few more times out of curiosity. The shoes seem to be exactly the same."
"What are you talking about? What about last night?" Song Qingyu revealed a puzzled expression that others couldn't tell if it was real or fake.
"Ah, I almost forgot. Didn't you climb up the tree to scare us last night? Before this, we were already frightened by the corpse hanging on the other tree. That corpse was wearing shoes like this…"
Before Song Qingyu could ask, the two police officers interrupted him.
"What corpse? Which tree are you talking about?"
