Old Man Wang glanced at Constable Liu. His tone was still calm." I think it's been six or seven months. I can't remember clearly."
"Six or seven months?"
Constable Liu compared the time and his heart skipped a beat.
This time coincided with the time when the first batch of corpses appeared.
"You're in the mortuary every day. Have you ever gone out?"
"No, I haven't. I don't have any money or belongings. Where can I go? I can only stay in the mortuary with these corpses."
Old Man Wang answered many more questions.
At first glance, there didn't seem to be any loopholes, but when he thought about it carefully, Old Man Wang's performance was too calm.
They had so many officers, so many martial artists, and such a large formation. Not to mention a guard of the mortuary, even a shrewd person would not be so calm.
