Sheriff Uncle, open the door quickly! I've come to solve a case!

The butler died leaning against the door before it was opened. The moment the door opened, his body lost its support and fell outwards.

The group was startled, and Song Qiu and Bai Zhizhi let out a low scream.

Qin Qingzhou immediately realized that the butler must have just died.

The body of a person who died under special circumstances would be in a state of rigor mortis for ten minutes after death, which is why it was able to hold the door open. The butler's body just happened to fit this description.

They had just found the murderer when he died.

Even right under their noses.

"Ah, I remember now, there seemed to be a dark figure in this room just now, but it was too fast and I thought I was seeing things," Song Qiu suddenly recalled.

"It tastes like Coucou!" Bai Zhizhi immediately jumped up and raised her hand.

"Seal off the villa area immediately!" Qin Qingzhou placed the butler's body on the ground, strode away, and contacted the villa area's security and police.

If the butler was killed by someone, then the person who locked Qin Qingzhou and the others in the basement just now must also be that person!

The police quickly arrived and cordoned off the villa area. Zhao Tai, the team leader, came to see Qin Qingzhou and was speechless with shock upon seeing everything in the villa area.

"Why... are there two corpses?"

Qin Qingzhou was still looking at the photos of the bodies from the prison that Li Ku had sent back: "I came here to investigate this drowning case, and coincidentally, I came across another murder case."

When Qin Qingzhou scrolled to the photo, her fingertip paused.

The same.

They died in the exact same way, all done by the same person.

Was it done by someone with superpowers?

What is the relationship between the butler and the organization of superpowered individuals?

Yu Bei had almost fully recovered and, after examining the body, walked over: "It should be related to his son."

Qin Qingzhou nodded in agreement: "His son's cause of death must be the most crucial link."

Zhao Tai looked them up and down cautiously before asking, "And this gentleman is...?"

Qin Qingzhou glanced at Yu Bei with a disapproving look: "An analyst sent from above."

"Oh, so you're the leader. Hello, leader." Zhao Tai bowed respectfully.

Yu Bei smiled slightly.

I didn't expect him to be someone who says one thing but means another.

Soon, all the residents in the villa area had been screened.

Unfortunately, there were no suspicious individuals; neither the security guards' entry and exit records nor the surveillance footage showed any suspicious persons.

The murderer seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.

Police found the butler's fingerprints on the humidifier in the basement, confirming that the butler was the one who killed Wang Yichen.

"Yes, please help me retrieve the body source information. I'll send the data to you via my phone."

Qin Qingzhou hung up the phone and sighed, "The police should have intervened in this case a long time ago."

He looked out at the garden through the floor-to-ceiling window. Bai Zhizhi was asleep on the bench, her head resting on Song Qiu's lap.

Qin Qingzhou's hands, which were placed at her sides, gradually clenched.

Anyone connected to that superhuman organization will die, and Bai Zhizhi unknowingly finds herself in danger.

He must find the murderer.

For the safety of the people, and for Bai Zhizhi.

Turning his head, he saw Yu Bei making a phone call. He looked away and pondered whether his choice was the right one.

"I've contacted someone connected to Wang Yichen and Chen Zhou. Shall we meet?" Yu Bei walked over, interrupting his thoughts.

Qin Qingzhou stared at him intently, without answering for a moment.

……

At midnight, the nightlife of many young people is just beginning.

The music in the bar was loud, and the men and women dancing intimately on the dance floor forgot about time and only enjoyed the happiness of the moment.

A few fashionable young people sat in booths next to the dance floor, smoking cigars and drinking foreign liquor, their eyes constantly lingering on the dance floor like cheetahs searching for prey.

A woman wearing a black bodycon skirt and with long, black waves walked past several people; even with a mask on, she looked very beautiful.

She was holding the latest iPhone and standing in a relatively quiet spot when she made a phone call to someone.

"She's gorgeous, tsk tsk tsk." A boy with dyed white hair openly sized her up.

Du Biao took a puff of his cigar and chuckled, "A beauty of this caliber coming here must be fishing."

He tossed his cigar onto the table, rolled up his sleeve slightly to reveal his watch, one of only ten in the world, and raised an eyebrow at the person next to him: "Believe it or not, I can bring her to our booth?"

The young men next to him immediately laughed at him: "Come on, you're just bragging."

Du Biao ignored their mockery: "When has your brother Du ever made a mistake?"

Wearing a mask, Song Zhiwen casually glanced at the dance floor, the mask just covering the shape of her mouth as she spoke.

"Remember the principle I'm giving you; it was the researchers who developed this thing when I was a kid."

Song Qiu, who was on the phone with her own sister, was speechless.

Seeing a boy walking towards her, Song Zhiwen finally calmed down: "I'm not saying anything more, the fish has taken the bait, goodnight, Xiao Qiuqiu~"

Song Qiu, unable to bear it any longer, said, "I told you not to call me Little Qiuqiu, feed me? Feed me?"

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhiwen looked at the boy who had stopped in front of her and smiled politely, her eyes narrowing slightly: "Is there something you need?"

Du Biao casually crossed his arms, revealing his watch: "Why are you here alone?"

Song Zhiwen lowered his head pitifully: "My friend stood me up."

"That's perfect! Want to come to our booth? It's full of young people." Du Biao pointed to the booth, and several boys waved to him from afar.

Song Zhiwen sized up the boy in front of her. He was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. His clothes, earrings, and necklace were all designer brands, especially the watch on his wrist.

Noticing the girl staring at his watch, Du felt very smug.

"Okay, I hope this won't bother you?"

Sure enough, a little display of financial power was enough to win them over.

Du Biao led Song Zhiwen back to the booth, leaving the other young masters stunned.

Several people immediately surrounded Song Zhiwen like sycophants.

"How old are you, beautiful lady?"

"Twenty-four."

"She's younger than us, can we call her 'little sister'?"

"Why is your sister wearing a mask the whole time? Isn't she hot? Should she take it off?"

Song Zhiwen covered her face with her mask and said in a serious but nonsensical tone, "No, I had hyaluronic acid injections and lip fillers during the day, and my face is a little swollen now, so I'd better not take it off."

Bai Mao, oblivious to the romantic gesture, reached out to remove Song Zhiwen's mask: "It's nothing, it's too dark to see clearly anyway."

Du Biao stopped him at this moment: "What's wrong with my sister liking to look pretty? If you don't want to take it off, then don't."

Song Zhiwen was deeply moved, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

White Hair had to give a thumbs up, "Wow, Brother Du is the best."

They chatted and laughed, talking about their previous experiences studying abroad. These international students, who were essentially "brought in" by money, were very different from ordinary international students; their speech and mannerisms seemed to belong to another world.

The so-called free life of the rich.

The brown-haired boy was playing on his phone when he suddenly saw a message and turned his phone screen toward someone else with a shocked expression.

"Ah Chen is dead!"