An Lan heard this sentence, a look of terror flashed across her eyes.
She never would have thought that the murderer was actually Li Ming!
After Li Ming finished speaking, he extended his hand, making a silencing gesture towards her.
In the dim light, the temperature here was only a few degrees. An Lan lay in the morgue, thinking about her position, once occupied by a corpse, and she felt cold all over, as if she was about to be infected by something corrosive, making her extremely uncomfortable.
Li Ming, with his back to the light, deliberately lowered his voice while speaking to her. That appearance made her feel an inner terror.
It was a feeling like being stared at by the god of death.
An Lan dared not move, just watched him, and then saw him smile at her, before slowly sliding the grid closed.
The light in front of An Lan gradually dimmed.
The surroundings became colder, her body trembled ceaselessly, already frozen to the point of being unable to move at all.
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