"You really can't underestimate the Investigation Bureau. They may not be good at dealing with ghosts, but they've mastered a whole array of ways to kill,"
Gao Ming shook the bloodstains off his hands, his carefree demeanor causing K's expression to grow even more ferocious.
"We've investigated everything about Qian Junran from birth to his employment, we know exactly what he was doing every single day," K said, suppressing his rage and maintaining his last bit of composure.
"You don't investigate ghosts, instead you waste your resources on humans. Don't you find it somewhat wasteful?" Gao Ming's face still bore the Psychological Insight Mask, crafted by Xuan Wen herself, which slightly sensed the other's location.
"You're not Qian Junran. You must be another classmate of his; we haven't yet confirmed your identity, but now there's no need," K gripped the handle of his knife with his left hand and the sheath with his right.
