The Culprit

Xie Qiao looked at Fu Hanwen's ghoul. She only saw that Fu Hanwen's expression was a little numb, and he did not look like a ghoul that had just died.

A normal person who had just died would not be able to accept it, especially when they saw their loved ones. They would either cry, unwilling or angry, or they would tell their story. They would try to let their loved ones hear it so that they could avenge themselves.

However, Fu Hanwen did not.

He was like a statue, without any reaction at all.

Looking at his parents' eyes, there were some tears of reluctance, but his pale mouth was tightly shut. He did not say a word.

It was very strange.

Now that Xie Qiao encountered this murder case, it was not good to pretend that she had not seen it. Since she could see ghouls, it was only natural that she should ask.

Xie Qiao extended her hand to Xie Pinggang. "Do you have any copper coins?"