C26 It All Depends on Acting

Qin Zheng was sitting on a chair with a gloomy face. A guard was kneeling on the ground in fear. On the left side of the chair sat a tall and thin man in purple.

"Tell me what happened." Qin Zheng said in a deep voice.

"Last night, we were guarding the cold storage. For some reason, we all fell asleep. When we woke up, the body of the assassin who tried to assassinate Lin Muqing was gone