"Huff..."
Gazing at the female corpse from Yingzhou for a long time, Han Yu exhaled a heavy breath, then felt around the body.
It wasn't because he had any perverted hobby to take advantage of the situation; Han Yu was solely trying to see if he could find any valuable clues on her.
After searching for a while, Han Yu indeed found something—a cell phone.
An old iPhone 4.
Seeing the cell phone brought a smile to Han Yu's face, but it quickly faded.
This phone had a passcode lock. Without knowing the code, he worried that if he entered it incorrectly, would it trigger a security protocol inside that automatically destroyed all files and contents?
If that were the case, then what good was finding a phone?