Sitting on the sofa in room 1801 of the Changcheng Residential Area, Wang Jie's expression was dark and frightening. His pupils twitched slightly, hiding the deep-seated panic and nervousness in his eyes.
This room was lavishly furnished, where top global brand products were merely the basics. Many of the ornaments were masterfully designed and handcrafted, making them irreplaceable.
Living in such a house was the lifelong dream of many, yet the owner of the house was now clenching his hands together so tightly that his fingernails dug into the back of his hands and drew blood.
"Who found it?"
In front of Wang Jie, on the coffee table, there was a gift box that had been opened, and inside it was a knife with a broken tip.
The blade was slender, and the handle was covered with mud and darkened aquatic plants; if one got close, a foul smell was noticeable.
"He found the murder weapon I used, but why did he send it to me? What else does he know? Did he see me killing?"
