Half an hour later, the carriage stopped outside Shen Hong's house.
Shen Mu stepped down from the carriage, a complicated look flashing through his eyes. He hadn't expected to return here again so soon.
At Kang Ze's gesture, the four of them walked through the courtyard gate.
At that moment, the bodies of Shen Hong and his family had already been removed from the sitting room, but the dried blood was still a shocking sight.
Watching this, Wei Bo and the other two couldn't help widening their eyes. Even with no bodies in the courtyard now, they could still imagine the horror of what had happened here last night.
"You three wait in the courtyard."
Kang Ze glanced at Wei Bo and the others, then turned to Shen Mu. "Come with us."
"Yes."
Shen Mu followed the two men into the sitting room.
Wang Mao was examining everything inside, seemingly hoping to find a clue that had gone unnoticed.
"Sir."
Kang Ze stepped forward and said respectfully, "I've brought Shen Mu."
Wang Mao turned to look at Shen Mu. "You're Shen Mu?"
"Yes, sir."
Shen Mu cupped his hands and replied respectfully.
Under Wang Mao's sharp gaze, Shen Mu felt as though he were being seen through.
Is he Wang Mao, the constable with Eighth Grade Meridian Opening cultivation?
Every hair on Shen Mu's body stood on end. Standing before Wang Mao, he felt his breathing grow labored.
It was as if a primordial beast wearing human skin stood before him.
Wang Mao's gaze swept over Shen Mu. "I'm asking you: where were you last night?"
"Sir, I... I was at Fragrant Shadow Pavilion with several colleagues last night."
Wang Mao turned to Kang Ze.
Kang Ze nodded. "Sir, the three men outside can confirm he was at Fragrant Shadow