"Um..."
Once again, the middle-aged man spoke first.
"If you want to leave, you can."
The female officer cut the middle-aged man off.
"I hope you'll leave."
"There'll be quite a few people coming later."
"And this place..."
The female officer glanced around. "It's clearly not big enough."
She looked at the young man. "Sir, could I trouble you for your contact information?"
She already had the phone number of the white-collar woman who had just left.
She knew where the middle-aged man's shop was.
The old woman lived here, so she would be even easier to find.
Only the young man's contact information was missing.
"Ah, sure."
The young man didn't ask any questions or hesitate.
He readily gave her his contact information.
He knew the police probably had the contact information of everyone who had been there today, not just him.
Besides, of all the people there, he really was the one closest to Brother Li.
Even though he'd barely spoken to Brother Li.
But they worked for the same company.
That alone was enough reason for the police to ask for his contact information.
Before leaving, unable to resist his curiosity, the young man hesitantly asked the question that had been weighing on his mind for a while.
"Officer."
"Inside the house—"
He glanced at the door to Brother Li's home. "Did... someone really die?"
The female officer nodded slightly.
There was no point hiding it.
Once the people from the station arrived, everyone nearby would know someone had died here.
"Hah..."
The young man drew in a sharp breath.
"Thump!"
The old woman accidentally bumped into the door beside her.
"Are you all right, ma'am?"
The female officer asked with concern.
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
The old woman held onto the doorframe. "O-officer, is