At that, Lin Qiye hesitated again.
"But I saw the Tavern Owner in the footage. He was a short, bald, greasy middle-aged man. His build is far too different from the person in the video."
"For someone with Super Regeneration, changing their body shape in a short time isn't difficult." An Qingyu's voice came through again, carrying a faint echo.
Hearing this, Lin Qiye asked in surprise, "You're not in the tavern? Where are you?"
An Qingyu did not answer. He was walking step by step down a narrow, pitch-black stone stairway. The faint glow from his phone screen illuminated his calm face.
Before long, the stone stairs beneath his feet came to an end, and a rusty iron door appeared before him.
He adjusted his glasses and placed his right hand against the iron door. The next moment, frost of extreme cold spread from his palm. Once the entire door had frozen over, he lightly curled his fingers, and the iron door shattered with a crash.
The instant he opened the door, an indescribable stench rushed at him. The smell of old, rotting wood mixed with a thick scent of blood, making him frown deeply.
An Qingyu stepped through the doorway and carefully examined his surroundings. It seemed to be a storage room that had been abandoned for a long time, covered in cobwebs. On the wall opposite him were two scarlet bloodstains.
An Qingyu lightly swiped a finger across the bloodstains, rubbing his fingertips together. The blood was fresh.
Not only that, there were four fresh nail marks on the wall.
An Qingyu raised his phone and said calmly, "I'm at the first crime scene."
"You found it?" Lin Qiye was stunned by An Qingyu's efficiency.
An Qingyu glanced at the stone stairs behind him. "I analyzed the