As Ling Mo and others left, Half Moon was also carrying the body of the old grandma zombie, standing in the corridor of the laboratory building.
She held a scalpel in her hand and looked satisfied at the wall that had been scraped clean, then used the tip of her foot to hook a bag from the floor, tossing it and catching it in her hand.
Inside the bag were all the wall skins that had been scraped off, and all the clues that Half Moon could find. Of course, the bodies were not included.
"Ha, the best crime scene cleaner of the year is me! By the way, is there such a profession among humans? There must be, otherwise, how are so many crime scenes handled?"
Half Moon smiled in pleasure, then listened for a moment to the noise downstairs: "I should leave now."
