Under Bai Lu's startled gaze, Gu Mian stood up. "I'm just getting a feel for it, that's all."
As he spoke, he brushed off the white coat he was wearing.
"So, did you feel anything?" Bai Lu watched Gu Mian silently.
"I felt that the floor is cold," Gu Mian responded truthfully.
Bai Lu: "..."
Coach Che had also been forcibly brought to the crime scene by Gu Mian. Currently, he was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, staring blankly at the ceiling like a soulless doll.
Sitting next to him was Xie Bi'an, who sat motionless on the couch. To an unknowing observer, he might have seemed like a mannequin someone had placed there.
Looking at her teammates, each more eccentric than the last, Bai Lu felt pessimistic about their future. As darkness began to fall, the lights had to be switched on to see clearly in the room. She didn't want to spend the night in such a place and redoubled her efforts to find clues.
