Lin Yan was shivering all over, her complexion pale like paper, wearing Lu Chenyuan's coat and sitting inside the police station.
Lu Chenyuan told her she wasn't that unlucky, she cursed her own prophetic misfortune, to actually encounter such a thing.
Now, even without closing her eyes, she could imagine the woman's corpse under the bed, with long black hair.
The visual impact was too strong.
Lu Chenyuan was even more worried about Lin Yan, while he seemed utterly calm himself.
Dawn was breaking, Lin Yan felt cold in her heart and hands, extremely weak, leaning on Lu Chenyuan's arms.
The police officer told him, "Your wife is quite scared."
"Yes, she usually doesn't even dare to kill a fish. Can we go now?"
They were here to cooperate with the police investigation, Lu Chenyuan looked at his watch, nearly four hours had already passed.
"If there are any follow-ups, I'll contact you, make sure your phone is available."
