On Lu Chuan's side, it wasn't that he had any concrete leads yet, but something just felt off.
When Zhang Mengyao left the school that day, nothing out of the ordinary happened. From what they knew now, as an art teacher she usually had no classes in the afternoon, so it was perfectly normal for teachers of elective subjects to leave early.
When Zhang Mengyao left the school, she'd been wearing her work clothes, but when her body was found, she was wearing a camisole nightdress.
"From what I saw in the case file about Zhang Mengyao's living situation, she lived alone?"
Zhang Hui nodded; that was indeed the case.
In Haizhou City, Zhang Mengyao lived alone, and it wasn't a rental—the place was an apartment her parents had bought for her.
"What's the situation with the apartment now?"
