There was a corpse in the room that's starting to stink.
Lying face up on the bed.
This place that barely counts as a room contains many children's items and the weapon he used during his crimes.
Both his outward appearance and these pieces of evidence are enough to prove he is the murderer in this series of serial killings.
But no one felt happy about it.
Wen Xu performed an initial examination wearing gloves, and looked complexly at Zhou Zhicheng.
"It's been dead for at least three days."
In this weather, a body left in a rental apartment like this would become a paradise for flies in a few more days.
"What was the cause of death?" Zhou Zhicheng asked.
"Frightened to death," Wen Xu responded with a grim expression.
"What?" Zhou Zhicheng thought he misheard.
He stood up, carefully taking off his gloves, revealing his white slender fingers.
