Jiang Yuran had arrived. He was tall and, despite being forty-seven, looked no older than thirty. His face was cold and somber, his expression filled with anxiety.
He had rushed to Liu Guang Building in Anli City at top speed, but tragically, he was a step too late. His younger brother was already dead, his soul cruelly snatched away.
The crime scene at Liu Guang Building was cordoned off by countless police officers. The case was extremely serious and had garnered widespread attention.
"One of the nation's top ten young elites, and he turned out to be a depraved killer."
"They say he only killed women, his perversion extending to defiling their corpses. It's uncertain if that's true."
"Society is too terrifying these days. You encounter all sorts of people; who could have ever guessed he was such a deviant."
My brother is dead!
A surge of grief ignited within Jiang Yuran, his heart aching with sorrow and regret.
