Liu Ru felt exceptionally nervous.
Who were these two people? Could they really uncover the truth behind her sister's death?
The night her sister left, a shadow seemed to flash past. She had thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.
Her sister's final expression had been strange. Should she tell these two about it?
"We may have some leads. Could we borrow your home's internet connection and check the surveillance footage in the nearby blocks? Of course, we'll respect your privacy."
After receiving Liu Ru's tacit permission, Ling Ling's fingers flew across the keyboard.
She not only accessed the nearby public surveillance system, but also used special methods to retrieve footage from private cameras that might have been overwritten or deleted, such as those in nearby shops and vehicle dashcams.
Data streams rapidly scrolled across the screen as feeds were pulled up, analyzed, and compared one by one.
There seemed to be a faint anomaly around the Liu Family home, though it had been deliberately concealed.
Multiple cameras had captured that vague shadow from different angles, but the footage seemed to have suffered some kind of interference. All they recorded was an indistinct blur. Forget its facial features—even its build could not be determined.
Outside Liu Ru's home, the narrow passageway was dimly lit.
The moment Fu Ye and Ling Ling pushed open the door and stepped out, they came face-to-face with two familiar figures hurrying over.
Mo Fan walked in front, his face full of excitement at having taken on a new commission, as he turned his head to say something to Zhao Manyan behind him.
"Old Zhao, this commission doesn't feel simple. That girl sounded really downcast on the phone. Her sister's death is probably suspicious. Maybe—"
Before he could finish, his gaze landed on the two