The noise in the hall was too chaotic, making it difficult for Chen Yu to settle his mind and think.
When he was in Suzhou City, he had dealt with a similar case.
At that time, there were very obvious clues, and the real culprit was quickly found, but this case before him was elusive.
Besides the mass of crystal fragments at the scene, there were only some ethereal legends, making it impossible to seek the truth from an objective perspective.
Chen Yu swirled his wine glass, one hand propping up his chin, his face full of melancholy.
Just then, a shrill scream suddenly exploded, drawing everyone's attention.
In the middle of the hall, a middle-aged man lay at some unknown point, surrounded by a large number of crystal fragments as well.
The man's figure was slightly frail, and his manner of death was almost identical to Luckne's, very peaceful.
"My God, what happened? This man was standing here just fine a moment ago, how could he have suddenly died?"
