"The body's gone. You came too late." Yandeta Chiyoda took the initiative to speak, then turned and walked in one direction. "Come with me, I'll take you to the murder scene."
Yang Xiao understood in his heart that the situation before them was very tricky. It seemed Yandeta Chiyoda no longer dared to keep wasting energy fighting them, at least not openly. Otherwise, everyone's fate would only be death—total annihilation, no survivors.
Very soon, the group arrived at a corner on the southeast side of the station concourse. Beside a support pillar stood an automatic vending machine, crammed full of all kinds of bottled drinks.
"Right here. This is where Suzuki Takashi was killed." Yandeta Chiyoda traced a circle in the air on the ground with her finger. "His body was lying right here. The attack happened all of a sudden, without any warning."
