The young officer flipped through the documents in his hands. "Today happens to be this building's day off. No one was left inside, and the elevators aren't operating. To reach the roof, you can only take the emergency stairwell. We also just received an update from the hospital—the person who fell was drunk. He could barely stand, so there's no way he could have climbed up there himself!"
—Since the victim couldn't get upstairs on his own, someone must have taken the drunken man up to the Rooftop Terrace and then pushed him off.
Hearing this, Sergeant Anna's expression turned grave. At the same time, she strangely felt as though the stone hanging over her heart had finally dropped, and she silently let out a breath. "So the person who brought the victim upstairs is the culprit in this case. This really wasn't an ordinary suicide or accidental fall."
Jiang Xia looked over the surrounding crowd. "If that's the case, the killer might still be nearby."
Then, seeing Sergeant Anna's eyes sharpen at once, he added, "But some time has already passed since the fall. There's a lot of foot traffic here, so that person may have escaped long ago."
Sergeant Anna sighed. "We still have to search. Sigh, I'll arrange some manpower."
She called over several officers and gave them a few instructions.
After she finished making the arrangements, Jiang Xia glanced up at the top floor. "We probably can't help much with the search. Can I take a look at this building's Rooftop Terrace? The victim should have fallen from there, right?"
Sergeant Anna secretly glanced at Inspector Yassa, who looked like a walking corpse. After hesitating for a moment, she gave a small nod. Then she leaned closer and whispered, "Go around from that side. Don't let