Chapter 307 Night Patrol

The door to the sanitary room was half open, and the blood-stained person was hanging in the spot where Red Skirt had been before. His body seemed to be boneless, dangling softly.

Blood was slowly slipping down his outer garment, dripping onto the floor, staining the white tiles red.

Looking at the sanitary room, Han Fei felt as if a hand had violently grasped his throat, preventing him from breathing. At this moment, his limbs were ice-cold, and his gaze seemed to have solidified.

What was swaying in the darkness was not the red dress but a person dyed red with blood.

Wounds were hidden underneath the security uniform, saturating the outerwear with blood. The person's head was hanging low, and judging from their facial features, they bore a strong resemblance to the young security guard, Xiaofang.

The window in the sanitary room seemed not to have been closed tightly. The cold wind blew, and in the darkness, Xiaofang, who was hung in the room, suddenly lifted his hand.