There was also a fresh corpse in the real world, and it belonged to a fourteen-year-old boy who hadn't gone missing?
Things were getting stranger and stranger.
Compared to the frozen corpse earlier, this was getting worse and worse.
The only thing that might ease the situation a little was that the victim was none other than a certain deranged artist himself.
Fu Qian walked over and carefully examined the crime scene.
The reason for that conclusion was simple. Although he had never met Ivan, he had seen his portrait.
Since the face hadn't been destroyed, it was easy to recognize him.
Besides, there were several patches of the same bluish fuzz on his body as the stuff on Fu Qian's fingers.
When Fu Qian first encountered this talented oddball in the Art Prison, he had also taken the opportunity to examine him, showing a little respect.
Unfortunately, he hadn't found any keys either, but he did spot the Murderous Weapon with ease.
A curved blade, sharp and slender, shaped like a willow leaf. It looked professional at a glance.
A scalpel?
Fu Qian picked up the bloodied knife and toyed with it, noting that this seemed to be another piece of equipment you'd only find in a hospital.
At the same time, though, the cut didn't feel all that professional.
It had been done with a single stroke, but the cut still wasn't smooth.
Judging by its position, it seemed to have been a successful sneak attack rather than an execution from the front.
This kind of shoddy work didn't look like something his fellow contestant would have done.
So who could it have been? One of the two missing people?
Fu Qian naturally recalled what he had seen when he first arrived at the Art Prison.
According to