It wasn't easy for Ghost Hand to utter the word "complex." Luo Zheng felt a chill in his heart, shot a glance at Ghost Hand, and hurriedly walked inside. He quickly arrived at the living room, where a person lay on the sofa, body stiff and unmoving, eyes wide open with endless resentment and anger. A bullet had entered through the back of the head and lodged into the backrest, blood splattered everywhere, its stench lingering heavily in the air.
Luo Zheng looked at the deceased in bewilderment, his expression growing solemn. From the look in their eyes before death, it seemed they didn't want to die at all but were forced by some command to do so, wearing home attire and slippers, indicating the order came suddenly and forcefully—not even giving them time to change into formal clothing before dying.
