Homicide Consultant, I'm on Death Row at the Beginning

At midnight, in an old low-rent apartment. Network anchor Yan Jie put on elegant light makeup and raised her phone to take pictures of the room for a week. "Look, this is the scene of the murder. The woman who rented here six months ago was killed and dismembered, and her body parts were scattered everywhere." "Also, the victim's head has not been found yet." Yan Jie put her mobile phone on the table stand, and a barrage came from the screen. The popularity of the live broadcast room instantly exploded, and a rocket was sent. Yan Jie smiled slightly on the outside, but was ecstatic inside when she suddenly found that the barrages floating out were surprisingly consistent. "There is a figure!" "Headless female corpse!" A cold air hit the back of her head, her breathing quickened and her eyes widened. In the past, netizens often joked about her and said there was a figure behind her, but it had never been so consistent. Almost all the barrages feature human figures. "Don't scare me, I won't broadcast any more jokes." Yan Jie tried her best to smile, but her voice was dry, as if coming from a far away place. "Call the police, call the police immediately!" "There really is someone behind you!" The barrages floated out in unison again, filling the entire screen. Yan Jie stood up quickly, but before she could turn around, a wet handkerchief covered her mouth and nose. A pungent smell of potion hit her, and she immediately fell into coma. When I lost consciousness, I still didn't understand why someone would break in when the door was locked.