The muzzles of several submachine guns were aimed at the drone's camera.
Soldiers in special operations uniforms stood outside the door on the thirteenth floor, poised for action.
"Reporting to Captain Luo: the elevator doors opened. It's a drone."
The walkie-talkie crackled. "Copy."
The four soldiers then ran several rounds of tests on the elevator, but found nothing unusual.
Meanwhile, Ke Meng and the other three arrived at So-and-so Tang's home. So-and-so Tang's wife wore long-sleeved pajamas and pajama pants, her face haggard.
When she saw Captain Luo, she grabbed his arm as though clutching a lifeline. Her eyes widened as she babbled frantically, "Officer, you have to save Tang Hua! Someone must have done this to him!"
"Don't panic. Take your time. Why do you think someone did this to him?" Captain Luo had already read the statement his colleagues had taken before coming.
But rather than relying on a written statement, he wanted to hear from the person involved himself to strengthen his connection to the case.
"His ex, Liang Jing, blocked our doorway last week, making a scene and demanding to get back together with my husband. She didn't care that I was right there. Tang Hua rejected her, but she viciously cursed us both to go to hell..." Hui Lanfang said, trembling.
Cheng Le wrote Liang Jing's name in his notebook, then turned to ask an officer, "Have you contacted Liang Jing?"
"She's at work right now. We've already notified her, and we'll send officers to her workplace at noon to investigate and interview her," the officer said.
"What does Liang Jing do for a living?"
"She runs a flower shop."
At those words, Ke Meng and his three teammates immediately reacted, exchanging glances.
A floral scent?
A flower shop?
Luo Yuan spoke with the victim's