It was strange.
All the other doors were wooden; only this one was metal, making it stand out at a glance.
Zhao Bai pushed the door open and entered. Bronya followed behind him. The room was completely out of place with the villa: metal walls, metal flooring, and a ceiling made of seamless white light panels. It had a distinctly futuristic feel.
But the setup here felt rather like a cage.
Was this really a detective story?
After going around the experiment table, he saw a corpse lying facedown on the floor, blood pouring from it, one hand stretched forward. Only then did he sense a hint of the chilling atmosphere of a murder investigation.
He wanted to think calmly.
But the crowd filing in behind them interrupted his thoughts. They all wore capes and berets—the proper attire of detectives. By comparison, Zhao Bai and Bronya looked rather unprofessional.
Bronya wore a school uniform, black knee-high socks, and small JK-style leather shoes. Zhao Bai wore a long trench coat, looking like a detective's assistant.
Among all the detectives, they became the most conspicuous pair.
"Murderer? The first person to discover the crime scene?"
Doug stepped forward to examine the scene, his grizzled beard trembling slightly. He was a textbook detective, forever eloquent and suspicious of everyone. This time, he was the first to voice his doubts.
"We're detectives too... Japanese high school detectives."
No one present had heard of such a profession, but they instinctively looked down on high school students, thinking it was nothing more than children's play.
No one paid them any attention.
Doug crouched down to inspect the corpse. Blood had sprayed from where the body fell all the way onto the wall behind it, like from a high-pressure water cannon. Doubt lingered in his mind, but