Pressing down on the metal strip of his mask, Zhou Ning walked towards the smaller bedroom to the north.
In this room, two people had been living for the past few days. Moreover, the officers from the port police station had also been inside, so collecting fingerprints and footprints would not be very meaningful. It was still best to look at the body first.
The northern bedroom wasn't large, with just a 1.5-meter-wide double bed and a bedside table. There was no wardrobe or anything else. By the door, there was a small plastic bag with a few clothes in it, presumably belonging to Song Luqing.
At this moment, the mattress on the bed had been pulled aside and was standing against the wall.
There were old stains of urine on the mattress, several patches like maps of varying sizes, emitting a strong odor. All four corners were frayed. Considering this was a rental property, he guessed it was provided by the landlord.
