Doug stepped forward and lifted the dead man's eyelids.
A dead person's pupils were the best imaging devices. Generally speaking, as long as the murderer had faced the victim directly, the dead person's eyes would retain an afterimage for several hours. It might not be clear enough, but it was enough for a detective to solve the case.
Disappointingly, there was no other figure reflected in the pupils—only the confused crowd.
"I told you, some evil spirit is at work."
Though Zhao Bai said so, he showed no joy at being proven right. After all, someone had died—and been pierced in broad daylight. Even if it was an npc, it was enough to make everyone feel the terror of it.
"Did you find anything?"
Hearing Zhao Bai's words, Bronya shot him a surprised look. She had been one of the many detectives following the crowd in search of the murder weapon. She had not expected the truth to be in the hands of so few people, rendering all her efforts useless.
Zhao Bai and Doug were the only two who had not come back empty-handed. The detectives turned their eyes toward them—the look losers gave those who had found the right answer. It was a look found only in the detective profession, sharp as needles. Doug felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles, uncomfortable all over, as if he did not deserve it.
I really am benefiting from an expert's glory.
Zhao Bai led the detectives back to the scene of the first victim.
He was vaguely beginning to feel like the backbone of the group.
Zhao Bai pointed at a stone tablet in the corner. It seemed to be a key item, yet no one had noticed it because it was simply too inconspicuous.
"See? It