"Brother Song, is this Lu Yiye's handiwork?" Ning Zizai looked at the several corpses on the ground.
Song Zhui replied, "I've just arrived too, but it seems like it."
"Do you mind if I take a look?"
What's there to mind about a few corpses? Song Zhui said, "Brother Zizai, please feel free."
Ning Zizai squatted down and inspected the bodies carefully, even feeling them from head to toe, which only made Song Zhui and the others behind him frown tightly, suspecting that this man might have some peculiar preferences.
After quite a while, Ning Zizai finally stood up, his face revealing a contemplative expression.
"Brother Zizai, did you find anything?" Song Zhui asked.
Ning Zizai replied, "Nothing significant. Judging solely by the wounds, they're no different from the people who have died in the past few days. We can be sure it's the work of the same person."
"Has Brother Zizai been checking those dead bodies these past few days?"
