Xiao Lin walked into the room with a seven-colored lamp, turning on the incandescent light. The SOS marks appeared in everyone's sight, leaving all shocked on the spot.
"Do I need to say anything more, everyone?" Xiao Lin turned off the light, and Hua Qingyi turned on the wall lamp.
"This was written with blood. This room must have been tampered with, right?" Hua Qingyi turned to Zhao Yousheng, with the corner of his mouth curling. "That's why Dean Zhao drew the curtains. Where are the people here?"
"I don't know!" Zhao Yousheng shook his head. If there had been a cushion or chair beneath him, he would have collapsed into it, beginning to despair.
"Officer Wu, how do you think we should handle this?" Xiao Lin tossed the question to Wu Shuang and gave her a look before stepping aside with Hua Qingyi. "We have already applied for a lockdown from Dragon Soul Headquarters at the first moment. The aftermath handling will require you police to step in."
