Due to blood loss, the corpse on the stone platform was blindingly white.
Fu Qian stepped forward and turned the body over.
A face utterly devoid of life yet familiar.
It was undoubtedly Kagetsu Kana, whose picture he had seen in Brother Takagi's secret cabin.
But the problem was, his mission hadn't been completed—why not?
There wasn't much time left until six o'clock.
"Do you have an interest in any particular part?"
Seeing Fu Qian deep in thought, Darcy approached and caressed the naked body.
"If so, feel free to tell me and I'll try to accommodate."
"I'll need to take a closer look for that."
Fu Qian nodded, examining the wounds on the corpse intently.
It still retained some warmth; it must have been very recent, and it seemed that the initial cuts were made while the victim was still alive.
As he pondered, a sudden rush of wind sounded by his ear.
