"The model's dead. We were a step too late," Bai Qi, who had drifted over to scout for information, said upon his return. "I overheard some police officers talking. Their initial assessment of the scene suggests she lost her footing and fell straight from the twenty-fourth floor. She died instantly, without any suffering."
Xin Huohuo's heart sank. "This definitely wasn't an accident! But doesn't this mean the trail has gone cold?"
"It hasn't." Bai Qi raised an eyebrow. "The soul of the newly deceased will linger for a while. When it's her time to go, we'll detain her. A quick interrogation will clear everything up."
"Did you mark her?" Mr. Hei asked.
