Just as Shen Qiang and the Beautiful Demon Fox Chu Qing were quietly discussing matters related to Heshenghe,
In an old neighborhood's top floor, less than a kilometer away from the Dinghao Hotel,
Clad in military attire, the valiant Qian Shanxue sternly eyed the snow-white, young female corpse that lay in a coy posture within the room.
"There's no blood, but it's clear that the body was moved here by someone," Ali said with a sinister look as she walked from the door to where the corpse lay, simulating, "The person opened the door with one hand and also placed the body with one hand."
Qian Shanxue said, "I only want to know where this person is."
Ali, with that same eerie gaze, walked over to the open window and said, "He jumped out from here."
At this moment,
Ye Xiaolei looked up from below, shaking her head in disappointment, "No traces, no scent, it's as if they never existed."
