The scene on the fifth floor was quite different.
This floor resembled the View Wind Platform. It was half-open, making it perfect for hosting the literary convention. Even now, this space remained harmonious. A dozen or so guests were comfortably engrossed in conversation, some tables were reserved still waiting for the guests, and some already had food and wine set up.
Lights illuminated the central area brightly, while the surrounding corridor was sparingly lit by dim lights to make way for the attendants.
Pei Ye bowed his head; the floor at this level was carpeted, blocking footprints.
He looked around, but the people in green were similar in shape and he hadn't paid great attention to their faces before.
He hadn't expected that the murderer had not been caught. What was his motive for disguising himself and infiltrating this gathering in disguise, who would be the next victim?