It was nine thirty in the morning on No. 3 Street in Jinling City East District.
A crowd had gathered around a Bathhouse on No. 3 Street. Yellow police tape cordoned off the building, with two police cars parked beside it. The scene was grim.
When Jun Wangchen and Mo Li arrived at No. 3 Street, every officer present straightened respectfully. "Captain!"
"How are things looking?" Mo Li nodded slightly and turned to a portly officer taking notes.
"The victims were a couple who owned this Bathhouse. They died half an hour ago. The footage shows that they brought a three-year-old child with them when they came in yesterday afternoon, but the child never appeared leaving in any of the subsequent footage. We searched the entire Bathhouse and couldn't find the child either."
"Really? Let me see the footage." Mo Li's delicate brows knitted as she spoke in a low voice.
The portly officer nodded, then walked over to another officer, took the footage from him, and handed it to Mo Li.
"Hm?" Standing behind her, Jun Wangchen frowned. It was summer, and the sun was blazing. This portly officer weighed at least two hundred to three hundred pounds. By all rights, he should have been drenched in sweat.
Yet not only was there no sweat on his face, but a faint chill emanated from him when he reached out, as though he had just stepped out of a refrigerator.
Something seemed off about this portly officer!
Mo Li watched the footage, her expression growing graver by the moment. After the murdered couple entered the Bathhouse with the child, no one else had entered during that period.
After a moment's thought, Mo Li had someone pull up the footage from the preceding seven days. She found that no one besides