Under the pitch-black sky, three people, three corpses, and a guitar case were gathered in silence.
It was a bizarre scene; if a police officer happened to pass by, they would undoubtedly haul the three of them off to the station without hesitation.
Guo Jimei hesitated before stepping forward to approach the three corpses. Their faces looked particularly eerie in the darkness, but Guo Jimei mustered her courage for a closer look.
It was Yuan Qinghua, Pan Yue, and Zhang Pingfan.
At this point, Keke also stepped forward, positioning herself in front of Guo Jimei and looking down. "I didn't expect Zhang Pingfan to be here too…"
As she spoke, she looked up at Gu Mian. "When you arrived, were they all already dead?"
Gu Mian crouched down, looking at Zhang Pingfan's body. Not long ago, Xu Xingcheng lay here, but now Xu Xingcheng was lying somewhere else.
