There is also a freshly murdered corpse in the real world, and it isn't the missing fourteen-year-old boy?
This situation is becoming increasingly strange.
Compared to the frozen corpse from before, the nature of this is even more vile.
The only slight consolation is that the victim happens to be a crazed artist himself.
Fu Qian stepped forward to carefully examine the crime scene.
The reason for this judgment is simple; although he hadn't seen Yiven, he had seen his portrait.
Since the face was not disfigured, it was easy to recognize.
Besides, there were more than one place on the body where blue fibers similar to those on his fingers could be seen.
And upon meeting this mysterious individual from the Art Prison for the first time, Fu Qian inspected him with a bit of respect.
Unfortunately, no key was found, but the murder weapon was easily discovered.
An arched blade, sharp and slender, resembling a willow leaf—professional at first glance.
A surgical knife?
