At the entrance to Anle Building, the crowd of onlookers had completely blocked the road, and more and more people were gathering, all with the intention of squeezing closer to the corpse to see who the murdered person was. These individuals were obviously not afraid of dead bodies; clearly, this wasn't their first time witnessing such a scene.
No one knew if anyone recognized the victim, but certainly no one declared the victim's identity. Probably those who knew wouldn't say anything.
The rain hadn't fully stopped; drizzle misted through the air. Under the eaves and the street lamps, the blood mixed with water was still slowly flowing into the drain, the scent of blood still pungently fresh.
The shopkeeper, who had disappeared, returned. Facing the questions of his neighbors on either side, he could only say that he didn't understand what was going on and that they had to wait for the city's surveillance personnel to deal with the situation.