Xiaotao went to check on the truck driver, while Song Xingchen and I searched for the location of the club.

"What am I supposed to do?” asked Bingxin. “There aren’t any corpses to dissect."

"Song Yang, find something for Bingxin to do!" instructed Xiaotao.

Upon further contemplation, I suggested, "Could you please gather the recent missing person reports from each branch and look for potential victims?"

"How would I do that?" Bingxin wasn’t involved in the investigation of the human buns case. 

I chuckled, "Go with your stomach! Whoever looks the most delicious!"

Thus, we went our separate ways. Song Xingchen and I took a cab to the outskirts. I circled the area, twirling the Autopsy Umbrella searching for footprints. Despite stumbling upon some footprints, the surrounding area was empty due...