At the west-side docks, the sea breeze is salty and fishy, with a hint of blood. Inside the cordon, a man’s body lies beside a shipping container. He is dressed in a black suit, his tie askew, his face twisted in death and his eyes wide open, as if accusing someone of something.
“The victim is Wang Hai, a vice president at Haitian Group. The initial assessment is that he died of asphyxiation, but what’s strange is that there are no marks or scratches on his neck, and...” Officer Cai paused and lowered his voice. “There’s a strange smile on his face, like he saw something absolutely terrifying.”
