There were seven corpses in total, sprawled around the display case containing the Kessman Bottle as though forming a strangely shaped flower.
A flower with flesh and blood for petals, and gold and silver for its stamen.
Under the lights, the glaring scarlet did not diminish the Kessman Bottle's brilliance. On the contrary, it made the bottle shine even more brightly.
Everyone's gaze was firmly fixed on the bizarre scene before them.
The cameraman's lens was no exception.
Only Qin Ran was different.
From beginning to end, his gaze remained on Boer Nelson.
He caught the fleeting shock and disbelief on the man's face.
He also caught what lay hidden deep within the man's eyes...
Greed!
It was a greed carved into his very bones.
"Damn it!"
"What exactly happened here?"
"Hurry! Call again and tell the police everything that happened here. I need them here as soon as possible!"
"What happened here has already gone beyond anything we can handle."
Boer Nelson growled in a low voice, then urged on the equally lost security guards.
These museum guards were capable enough when dealing with minor incidents during their night shifts, but when faced with a murder case, they were truly out of their depth.
Having grown up in a peaceful environment, they had likely only seen corpses at funerals before.
And now, they were seeing so many at once.
"O-okay."
Stammering, several guards staggered out.
Boer Nelson watched their panicked retreating figures and could not help sighing before turning to Aike De.
"They're truly terrified."
"So am I. I feel chilled to the bone."
"I'm sorry, Aike De. Although I would like to continue, this interview has no choice but to end..."
"Why does it have to end?"
Qin Ran's hoarse, low voice interrupted Boer Nelson's words, which could