The ground floor living room in front of him is a mess, as if it had been ruthlessly ravaged by an invisible storm.
The expensive handmade wool carpet was overturned, crumpled into a lump, stained with blood that had already turned black and hardened.
The delicate European-style sofa was slashed open by a sharp weapon, filling burst out, the chandelier shattered into a crystalline wreckage across the ground, fragments scattered everywhere.
Li Shang's face was solemn as he took the lead in starting the investigation from the first floor.
He first scanned the stove in the open-plan kitchen, where a roughly drawn irregular circle marked in standard crime scene white chalk was clearly visible.
The circle was empty inside, but at the center of the circle, the technical department had placed a numbered evidence marker.
There had once been a head placed there, the head of a maid from this villa.
