The starship glided smoothly above the Galactic Metropolis, its metallic hull reflecting a faint shimmer beneath the night sky. Inside, the cabin was lit with a soft glow, quiet yet carrying a subtle weight of tension. Cen Wenyu sat in the co-pilot's seat, flipping through the case files with a furrowed brow that had yet to ease; Lan Qihan leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting now and then toward the projected starmap on the front display.
"I've gone through the online purchase records," Cen Wenyu finally spoke, his voice low, tinged with fatigue yet still measured and steady. "Every one of the victims who dropped dead in the past two months shared something in common. The items they bought varied in type, but the timing of their orders—and even the methods of delivery—were unnervingly consistent. That's no coincidence."
Lan Qihan arched a brow, her voice soft as she asked, "You suspect someone is pulling the strings behind it?"
