The car drove away.
Jiangli came back to her senses and, not caring where she sat, turned around to lean on the back of the seat and asked Shang Junxiao, "Did your friend commit suicide? Where is the body now? Is it also at the police station?"
Shang Junxiao looked at Jiangli's clear, glass-like pupils, regained his composure, and nodded, "Yes, at the police station. I heard it was last night, a resident returning home from working overtime discovered the body and called the police right away, so the police took over. Ning Mu's mother has remarried and gone abroad. Even if she finds out and comes back immediately, she probably won't arrive until tonight. At this time, Ning Mu's body should still be at the police station."
Jiangli nodded in understanding and said, "Alright, let's go check Ning Mu's home first. If we don't see Ning Mu's soul there, we'll head to the police station. If not at the place of death, his soul should be by his body."
