The monotonous hum of the air conditioner outlet is the only sound in this luxurious apartment.
Lu Chen leaned against the door frame of the bedroom and yawned lazily. The strong smell of alcohol escaped from his body, mixing with the disinfectant and the vague precious perfume in the air to form a disgusting smell.
He squinted and looked at the owner of the room.
A man in well-dressed pajamas was sitting on the head of the velvet bed with a very peaceful posture. If it weren't for the bone-deep wound on his wrist and the dark red blood that had solidified on the sheets beneath him, this scene would have been more like falling asleep.
The deceased, Su Ming. Thirty-five years old, a genius in the financial world and the chief strategy officer of a listed company. The police's initial conclusion was suicide.
Secret room. The doors and windows were locked, and there were no signs of prying. The place was as clean as a five-star hotel room.
"Are you Lu Chen?"
A cold and capable female voice sounded behind him.
Lu Shen turned around, knowing who it was. The new leader of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Detachment is Qin Yu. A woman who is selfless and believes in evidence to the point of being paranoid.
