Su Jingxing pondered and couldn't help but ask, "Are there any clues left behind by the murderer?"
"Yeah, since there was a dissection, the deceased surely would've struggled and screamed in pain, no?"
Gu Bo chimed in. "This is a small district, and there are people living upstairs and downstairs. Didn't anyone hear anything out of the ordinary?"
"According to the results of the investigation, no."
A voice sounded and Qi Zhaochen strolled out of the unit.
"Old Qi!"
Gu Bo greeted him. "Little Su, this is the Commissioner of Command of the Martial Suppression Office's Western District branch, Qi Zhaochen. You can just call him Brother Qi."
"Brother Qi," Su Jingxing greeted.
He knew Qi Zhaochen, and had even fought him before.
Of course, Su Jingxing was wearing a mask and a cloak during the fight.
This was the first time he saw face-to-face as his true self.