"..."
The expressions on everyone's faces visibly darkened.
They thought they were getting a competent colleague, but it turned out to be a witness assisting the investigation.
A Recording Officer called him aside, asked about a few details, but did not gain any substantial progress.
So, like the guards who brought Xu Qing in, they let him stay put and wait for further instructions after finishing organizing the case files.
Xu Qing couldn't sit still, he was like a hungry man entering a widow's house, his eyes inevitably drifting towards the nearby cold bed.
The people over there were busy running around. Meanwhile, Xu Qing had already sneaked to the cold bed.
He pretended to be nonchalant, reaching his hand into the paper covering the corpse, and his cold fingers intertwined with a pair of icy hands.
The Sutra of Salvation flipped a page, the image of the Wangchuan River Water flowing in the underworld flickered by.
