The Baffling Murder Case

At half past eleven in the night, the clear sound of police sirens echoed in the air, and several police cars broke through the wind and snow, speeding on the mountain road. Xing Yixuan sat in the car, looking at the blizzard beating in front of the window, with a slightly impatient look on his face. No one would be happy to encounter a case on such a snowy night.