The Black officer was a rather overweight young man. From his honest-looking face, his smile was probably quite infectious.
But at this moment, he likely could not smile at all. He lumbered over, trembling, drenched in sweat from head to toe; his back, underarms, and chest were soaked through. Though it was a blazing sunny day, he seemed to be standing in the depths of winter, his whole body shaking.
Even the dullest person could tell that he was in the grip of intense fear.
"Ronnie, what happened? Didn't you and Nad just head out on a call? A murder case?"
Nathan, the White detective in a sweater, was the first to approach and ask.
Everyone in the office could see that something was wrong and gathered around. Ronnie clearly had no time for pleasantries. He looked directly at Stana, his lips trembling as he spoke, and handed over a photograph clutched tightly in his hand.
"Th-this morning, we got a report that there was a strong smell of blood and decay in an old house at No. 18 Tulip Street. It was suspected to be a homicide. Nad and I went over to inspect the scene, but when we went inside, we s-saw this..."
"I think this kind of case should b-belong to your department."
"Buzz."
At his description, everyone looked at the photograph, already crumpled from his grip.
Then sharp gasps rose from their mouths. Everyone held their breath, their pupils contracting violently. Even Gideon, the old detective who was plainly experienced, sharp-eyed, and wise, frowned in shock.
Even Renee, the Forensic Examiner, wore a stunned expression after seeing it.
Clearly, none of them had ever seen such a sight.
Tang Qi was not far away. After one glance, he frowned as well.
The photograph showed the interior