Apart from that, the large bed was also an absolute mess, drenched with spilled water from a cup in addition to the bloodstains.
Clothes and stuffed toys were scattered across the floor, the bedside lamp toppled and askew—a dismal chaos engulfed the entire room.
If the assumption is correct, this was likely the initial crime scene. The killer presumably broke into the victim's apartment, assaulted her, and subsequently murdered her.
Yu Zhi cast a sweeping glance around the room before checking out the study, bathroom, balcony, and kitchen.
As she was about to leave, something flickered across her mind, making her abruptly turn back.
Yu Zhi crouched in the kitchen corner and reached out toward a rectangular paper box, but hesitated the moment her fingers grazed it.
"What's wrong?" Shi Wei grasped her wrist, his brows knitting with subtle unease.
Yu Zhi's fingertips trembled slightly, but her gaze remained fixed on the box. "I think I've seen this before."
