Mu Xiaojiu said nothing, got out of the car, and strode toward the elevator hall.
Ye Hua also followed into the elevator hall, immediately pressing the button for the eighth floor.
There were other people in the elevator, but sensing the cold aura emanating from Mu Xiaojiu, they all exited on the first floor.
The winter was cold enough, but with an added icy presence, the temperature in the elevator felt like it had suddenly dropped to minus ten degrees. Who could bear it?
The elevator reached the eighth floor, and as soon as they stepped out, they saw the police officer already waiting at the elevator door.
Upon seeing Mu Xiaojiu, a trace of panic flashed across the police officer's eyes.
"Mr. Xiaojiu," he called respectfully.
Mu Xiaojiu did not respond, asking coldly, "Where is the person... the corpse?"
"This way." The officer hurriedly gestured to the right and turned to lead them in that direction.
