Chapter 109: Wind Capital, It's Not as Simple as You Think (1)
The youth appeared to be around twenty years old, tall with a well-proportioned build. His light pink hair was swept back, his features handsome and face heroic, but the slight smirk at the corner of his mouth somewhat ruined what would otherwise have been a friendly expression, instead making him look arrogant and casual.
He wore a black stand-collar jacket with the collar slightly open, revealing a red hoodie beneath. The long sleeves were casually rolled up, exposing his solid, muscular forearms. He sank into the soft sofa cushions, crossing his right leg over his left.
The file folder bearing the word "CLASSIFIED" that Gao Chenxu had personally sealed lay tossed carelessly on the coffee table, and a thick stack of documents inside it was being held in the young man's hands as he rapidly flipped through them, one page after another.
The images were all confessions and photos from the recent bizarre cases in the Western District.
There were corpses with abnormally proliferating muscle tissue, vehicle wreckage that seemed to have been torn apart by wild beasts, broken syringes with residual liquid inside, and the strange death of Zhao Chen, the Black Cloud Society branch leader who had died inexplicably in the detention center three days ago, along with his eerie autopsy report.
The guy hadn't provided any useful confession. After being caught, he seemed utterly hopeless, and just a few days later, he had died so suddenly and strangely, as if something had drained him dry, causing him to collapse.
His tall frame held up only withered skin and dried-up organs. The death was extremely gruesome, giving many police officers in the station severe psychological trauma and leaving an indelible impression on Gao Chenxu as well.
Flip, flip.
The young man moved extremely fast, his gaze lingering on each photo for no more than half a second, yet his demeanor seemed somewhat bored, as if the documents in his hands were just a dull magazine for passing time.