"Ah, society is so chaotic nowadays. According to Old Wang who reported the case, the girl's death was particularly gruesome. Her entire body was covered in bruises, not a stitch of clothing on her, and her face was hacked beyond recognition."
Lin Mu's heart skipped a beat; his face turned pale, and he pushed through the crowd of onlookers to enter the courtyard.
"What are you doing? This is a murder scene, you can't just walk in." A police officer maintaining order hastily reprimanded.
At that moment, Lin Mu already caught sight of the scene in the courtyard: dried black blood splattered everywhere, a corpse covered with a white cloth, lying peacefully on a stretcher. Lin Mu took a deep breath and asked, "Comrade, how many people lived in this small courtyard?"
"One person, why do you ask?" The young police officer rolled his eyes impatiently.
"One person, then that must be Xiao Xiao..."
