No one would have thought that Qu Yi's corpse would appear here; this was Cheng Ya's room, yet Qu Yi was supposed to have gone to Room 5042 last night, which was the room of the novelist, Mr. Wen.
"How could Qu Yi be here?" Li Qingxuan was stunned. He leaned in to confirm over and over again that the shattered face was indeed Qu Yi's. The corpse was in tatters, as if it had been burst by a giant hand.
Yang Xiao knew that Qu Yi was experienced and wouldn't abandon a mission for no reason. She must have run into some trouble to end up in Cheng Ya's room.
Of course, there was another stranger matter: where was Cheng Ya, who should have been in this room?
"Could she be in Qu Yi's room?" Li Qingxuan suddenly speculated.
The group did not delay any further and decided to go to Qu Yi's room to investigate. But as soon as they stepped out of the room and back into the hallway, Yang Xiao, who was at the back of the group, suddenly stopped, "Wait!"