The second floor of Kung Fu Fresh reeked of blood. Aside from the police, there was a headless corpse and a row of severed hands laid out on a dining table.
They were arranged neatly, with a strange, horrifying beauty to them.
"Sister Qing, I still have to deal with the aftermath and catch up with an old friend. Besides, this isn't really the sort of place for you to stay..."
Lin Baici's unspoken message was simple: he wanted Sister Qing to go home first.
"Mm!"
Sister Qing was sensible and knew she wouldn't be any help by staying. "Then be careful!"
Before Lin Baici could ask Gu Qingqiu to have two officers escort Sister Qing home, Gu Qingqiu had already given the order herself.
"Ah Long, Ah Hu, take her home!"
Gu Qingqiu might have been young, but she had the full commanding presence of an officer.
"How did you climb the ranks so fast?"
Lin Baici was genuinely curious.
In his understanding, it was incredibly difficult to get ahead in the system. He wouldn't have been surprised if Gu Qingqiu had become a gang boss, but somehow she'd become an inspector.
"Boss, bring us a pot of tea!"
Gu Qingqiu gave the order before explaining. "We all know that Rule Pollution doesn't appear out of nowhere. It radiates from reality, which means there are clues to follow."
"Like Busan God's Ruins and Luoyang Seven Towns. They're both full of local scenery."
"And this Cage City is no exception!"
"As soon as I came in, I glanced at the streets and knew this was Hong Kong Island in the sixties or seventies. The defining feature of that era was one word: chaos."
"I'm from Hong Kong Island, and I don't mean to brag, but I'm an upper-class daughter of