This was the first time An Huai had met someone whose emotions she could not read.
He seemed to be smiling, yet there was no joy in the depths of his eyes.
Those surface emotions seemed like a layer of camouflage he had painted over himself.
In all her time as a detective, she had encountered many people guilty of heinous crimes. Xiao Zhao gave her the same feeling as those people.
A numb indifference to cruelty, and a habit of pretending to be normal.
Noticing the subtle scrutiny in An Huai's eyes, Yin Chao offered no explanation, nor did he want to.
He left the room and took the phone that was still livestreaming from Brother Tiger's still-warm corpse.
Perhaps because he was an NPC, Brother Tiger's livestream had not ended when he died.
Yin Chao saw that the viewer count in the upper-right corner had dropped to three digits and was still falling.
Question marks also kept floating across the chat.
Chat: "???"
Chat: "Was that really a gunshot just now?"
Chat: "Running downstairs was suddenly like entering another world. This is way too scary!"
Chat: "Wait, where's Brother Tiger? Is he really dead?"
Yin Chao switched cameras. The viewers still in the stream only caught a fleeting glimpse of Brother Tiger's corpse.
Then a face that looked gorgeous from every angle suddenly appeared on the screen.
The viewer count immediately stabilized, with only a scant few comments expressing concern about Brother Tiger's corpse.
Most of the others seemed utterly captivated by Yin Chao's stunning looks.
Chat: "Holy shit, holy shit! Who are you, handsome?"
Chat: "Unless I'm mistaken, isn't this Brother Tiger's driver, Xiao Zhao?"
Chat: "Wait, I suddenly get why that show-off greeted the driver first!"
Yin Chao skimmed the chat and greeted the viewers.
That