The Chief Constables exchanged grim glances. They all realized Wang Xiongying was treating them like murder suspects. They had always been the investigators, but now they were the suspects—it was no surprise they looked displeased.
"Write carefully, all of you. Don't even think about altering your handwriting," Zhou Xu declared menacingly, standing beside Wang Xiongying with his hand on his sword hilt.
Anyone could see that this Official from the South City District City Guard Headquarters treated Wang Xiongying as his master and was now eager to impress him.
Shen Qingshuang sat calmly, her expression cold and a trace of mockery in her eyes. In her opinion, trying to find the culprit behind the massacre by comparing handwriting was a fool's errand.
But she had to admit, the only lead they had in this case were the few words the killer had left in blood.
