Ye Shikai carefully examined the window. It was at least ten meters above the ground outside, and there were no claw marks of hooks on the cement surrounding the window. Thus, it seemed that the killer didn't climb up using a rope.
Ye Shikai remembered that Tianjing had once mentioned that the killer was not an ordinary person, but a cultivator. Considering this, it indeed made sense.
"You all, where were you last night?" Ye Shikai called over the villa's servants— a steward, two chefs, and three maids—who now stood in a row in front of him.
"This... this..."
"Is there something you cannot say?" Ye Shikai's gaze turned cold as he glanced over everyone.
"Officer, I was patrolling the second floor last night when I suddenly smelled a fragrance and then... then I passed out," the steward finally spoke, looking very remorseful. It had been such a significant event the previous night, and he hadn't recovered yet.
"I did too."
"And me... the same."
