Let's go take a look at the scene...
Fu Qian hadn't expected to make such a request out of the blue. The three people in the office exchanged glances.
As a suspect, this was hardly the attitude he should have had.
But Fu Qian's tone was so natural and composed that it sounded perfectly reasonable.
"What is it? Even suspects have to identify the scene, don't they?"
Lanaia turned to Li Weixuan for his opinion, and he in turn looked at Yuan Fang.
At last, after a long silence, Yuan Fang nodded.
"Then we'll go together."
As it turned out, the Yuan Clan treated its people pretty well.
Even as a former executive, Jia Yi's mansion was still several levels above the place Betty lived.
And the scene of the crime was now in utter disarray.
On the enormous bed, two naked bodies lay entangled, their limbs intertwined, their deaths gruesome.
Judging from the clothes nearby, the other person was probably a woman Jia Yi had brought back from the banquet.
The crime scene had been carefully secured, with several Night Watchers keeping guard around it.
The one in charge was none other than an old acquaintance—Hu Mingyi.
When he saw the four of them enter, his expression grew somewhat complicated.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Fu Qian greeted him naturally and walked over to the bed to examine it closely.
It was obvious that the two had been killed while making love.
And they had suffered two fatal injuries, each one enough to kill them ten times over.
First, there was a horrifying hole, running from top to bottom and nearly piercing straight through both their chests. It looked as if someone had punched through them.
Higher up, both their heads had been smashed flat like watermelons,