Han Bingjiang was not someone who had never seen the world.
But the sight before him was so horrifying that, for a moment, his thoughts seemed to freeze.
Every nerve in his body seemed to have grown hypersensitive. The hairs on his body stood up one by one, and a chill even rose from the soles of his feet.
He only remembered that he had apparently been knocked unconscious by Qiao An... But after waking up, why was there a female corpse beside him?
And her face had been skinned—just what kind of grudge could lead to such a thing, and how cruel a method was this?
In an instant, Han Bingjiang realized that the scene had been arranged to frame him for murder—Han Bingjiang was certain that he did not sleepwalk or suffer from any mental disorder, so it was completely impossible for him to kill someone while he had lost consciousness.
Who had framed him?
Qiao An?
But he and Qiao An had no grudge against each other—even if they did, it should only happen in the future, after he successfully exposed the fact that she had hidden having a boyfriend.
But today, he had not gathered any explosive material at all... Oh, no, that was wrong. He had already learned from Qiao An that she had given birth out of wedlock, and the child was already old enough to run errands.
That really was explosive news—but he had not reported it yet!
So what exactly was Qiao An's reason for framing him?
Han Bingjiang could not understand it at all. The only thing he had figured out was this: if he stayed here, he would probably never be able to clear his name if someone found him.
This was a restroom. Even in a heavily monitored place