“The victim was claimed by an evil ghost. There are no fingerprints from any living person at the scene. Close the case.”
“Wait.”
Lu Changzhou stepped over the police tape, carrying a rust-covered metal case.
An officer frowned. “This is an active crime scene. What’s a janitor doing here?”
Lu Changzhou didn’t answer. He crouched in front of the victim, swept a UV lamp over the corpse’s pale neck, then took out a silver needle and drove it into the crown of the victim’s head.
Sizzle
A wisp of black smoke rose into the air, accompanied by the stench of a sewer.
“The livor mortis on the victim’s neck is inverted, which means the body was hung upside down after death. This smell is from the black mud unique to the moat south of the city.” Lu Changzhou took off his gloves and tossed them into a trash bag. “The killer practices Water Wraith arts, is five foot nine, and favors their left hand. Head to the south moat and fish them out.”
The whole scene fell silent.
Looking at the man holding a mop, every investigator felt their scalp prickle.
And you call him a janitor?!
