It was six in the morning.
Dawn was about to break, and the whole city was about to wake. Certain things that operated at night were also slipping out of sight.
After a whole night of "patrolling," Yao Fu stuffed the suit he had taken off into his backpack and quietly prepared to go home.
But the moment he reached the hallway outside his home, something seemed to explode inside his head, leaving his mind completely blank.
"Officer, this... this is..."
Yao Fu hurried forward, his lips trembling.
The door to his home had already been smashed beyond recognition. Broken walls and rubble lay all around, and a bloody drag mark stretched from inside the apartment all the way to the end of the hallway.
Police tape cordoned off the entrance, but through the shattered doorway, he could see several police officers and people dressed in white examining the living room, taking photographs and recording their findings.
The heavy smell of blood filled his nostrils.
It was the scent of human blood.
Although he did not seem to crave blood as intensely as a vampire, he was still quite sensitive to it. There was no mistaking it.
"No, it can't be..."
His lips trembled as he kept reassuring himself, looking hopefully at the officer who had heard him and was now approaching the doorway.
In fact, he could easily have used his powers to scan the apartment with ultrasound and determine exactly what was inside.
But now he did not dare use them. Or rather, he did not want to face the suspicion already taking shape in his heart.
"What is your relationship to this family?"
An officer stepped out with a solemn expression, slowly removing his white gloves and handing them to someone beside him as he questioned Yao