Thoroughly refreshed and as clear headed as ever, Xiajun drove towards The Crystal House, soughting to end this case once and for all.
The sky was gray and the air was thick as he drove in silence, his eyes concentrated on the road ahead. It looked as if it was going to pour. And indeed, moments later, rain came pouring down, causing a loud roar to sound over the roof of his car.
Grunting, he ran the wiper blades over the dotted windshield, which was covered by droplets of water running patterns down the glass, obstructing his view. The roar of rain rang in his ears as his thoughts once again wandered to the faint stain of blood he had seen on the carpet inside the private room where Maria had allegedly been killed.