In Search of the Real Murderer

"What now? What about Chen Xiaobei?" Song Qincheng was worried sick. The rims of her eyes were red, and she was doing all she could to hold herself together. She would not allow herself to break down before anything was confirmed.

"Director Song Qincheng! You must prepare yourself…" 

Feng Yaolun's face was pale. He said in a whisper, "The tower has fallen and the fire has swallowed the entire thing, and we've spent nearly ten minutes trying to put the fire out…"

"Cut the crap! Just tell me!" Song Qincheng barked, completely disregarding Feng Yaolun. Right now, all she cared about was Chen Xiaobei.

"When we found Chen Xiaobei, he was not breathing and there was no pulse. The doctor has confirmed… That he's… Gone…" Feng Yaolun bowed his head, lowering his gaze. He dared not look at Song Qincheng in the eyes.

"Gone? That's impossible!" 

Song Qincheng nearly lost her footing and fainted but she steadied herself.