Wenren Sheng personally rushed to East Capital and, under Little Illusion's guidance, arrived at the basement.
Takeout containers in the yard were piled up like mountains, giving off waves of sour stench.
It reminded Wenren Sheng of a news story from his previous life about an East Island Old Man. He was seventy years old and had not stepped outside his home since his twenties, staying shut in for over forty years. The takeout garbage in his house had piled into mountains, and he had to step on it just to get inside.
This place was nearly the same.
Inside the basement was a ring of computer monitors, still playing footage of various people's movements.
A man was lying on the floor, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"He took Potassium Cyanide," Little Illusion explained helpfully.
Wenren Sheng used a trace of source power to investigate.
He found that the man was thoroughly dead.
After scanning him, Wenren Sheng asked, "Did you use the Soul Summoning Art?"
"Uh, I forgot." Little Illusion rubbed the back of her head.
Wenren Sheng did not criticize her. He immediately began drawing the ritual for the Soul Summoning Art on the spot.
Once the drawing was complete, he activated it. Yet when it started, there was no effect at all.
Not to mention a ghost, not even a gust of wind appeared.
"Just as expected." Wenren Sheng shook his head.
"Ah, Old Wen, looks like your skills aren't all that great either?" Little Illusion said, waggling her brows.
"What do you mean they aren't great? This means that brat's death was suspicious. He probably hid his soul away. He knew a mortal body could not evade a search, so he used death to escape." Wenren Sheng simply exposed Yamai Sohei's true purpose.