"What was the reason she was nailed to death here?"
In other words, they had to find out why He Qing had died this way.
The sixty seconds passed in the blink of an eye. Merely explaining the conditions had already taken fifteen seconds.
Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, Li Guanqi had no time to carefully distinguish the details or even react before he was immediately forced into this framework of "analyzing the cause of death."
He could only roughly survey the surrounding space. It was a flat stretch of ground, with bare walls devoid of any decoration—nothing but blank emptiness.
Other than He Qing, who was suspended upside down and pierced through, there was only a clock being used for timing.
At the same time, Yao Li had already rushed toward the agonized, wailing He Qing. She cautiously touched the end of one steel needle, instantly causing He Qing such pain that she nearly died from it.
Perhaps because she had seen her companion approach, He Qing, already somewhat agitated, tore open her wounds through the violent trembling of her body. Great amounts of blood began flowing downward.
Previously, Li Guanqi had seen only a few drops of blood directly beneath her head. Now that the wounds had split open, blood poured out like a flood, spreading across the ground at an extremely fast speed.
"What exactly did you see after arriving here?"
To find the cause of death, they first had to know what the path to death was. This was the most basic analytical logic for staff members.
Only by knowing exactly what He Qing had done could they determine how she had triggered the path to death.
"No... I did nothing. I only pushed open a door and passed out. When I