Qing Caiyue’s neck was stiff, but it wasn’t to an extent of extreme rigour mortis. It felt like someone who had just died not more than one hour ago. During then, Xia Lei was still out there chasing after Fan Yiming. 

Lu Sheng seemed to have realized it, prompting the man to hurry over to the bed and press on Qing Caiyue’s wrist. Her wrist was devoid of any temperature nor was there a hint of her pulse. 

“How… How is this possible?” Lu Sheng let his shock sink in before screaming at the door. “Both of you! Get in, now!” The muscular man was positively enraged. 

The two security guards made their way in, all while glancing at a fuming Lu Sheng nervously. 

They had no idea what had happened. 

 Lu Sheng wanted to yell at them but Xia Lei stopped him. Xia Lei began to question, “Were you two stationed at the door since the start?” 

The two guards nodded. One of them voiced nervously, “Director Xia, we’ve been guarding the room entrance since the beginning. We didn’t even step away for a second. What happened?” 

Xia Lei pressed on, “Did you see anyone here all this while?” 

The two guards looked at each other for confirmation...