"Jiang Yuan, are you busy?" Wang Zhong knew that Jiang Yuan had returned and figured that Wu Jun's superstitious rituals should have ended, so he strolled over, looking the picture of a civil servant with nothing to do.
Jiang Yuan responded with a grunt and said, "Found a set of pictures to look at."
"Oh ho, a set of pictures?" Wang Zhong's spirits lifted, his face breaking into a smile, "I just knew…"
He moved behind Jiang Yuan's desk with the air of a fellow enthusiast, only to see a large screen showing a door ajar, with blood smears all through the shadows and light.
"Holy crap!" Wang Zhong nearly jumped.
He wasn't scared. After having been to several crime scenes, he had experienced his fair share. It's just that the images didn't match his expectations...
