Fang Hong was taken aback and instinctively asked, "Who is that?"
"The snakehead who brought you up, I mentioned to you before."
"Did you? He's dead?"
Su Changfeng nodded.
"How did he die?"
"He died in the confinement room, he was alone at the time. We investigated all relevant personnel, including guards and doctors, a total of sixteen people, but none of them had the time or motive to commit the crime. The surveillance was functioning well all along, except for failing five minutes before his death, and by the time others arrived, he had already lost signs of life, with no external injuries, and died of sudden ventricular fibrillation."
Fang Hong's mouth gradually opened wider until it could fit an egg. He felt like he was listening to a bone-chilling horror story and hadn't yet realized that the protagonist of this story might be related to him.
