Wenren Sheng made several calls, informing those people of Hao Yan's whereabouts.
The call soon came back. They had found the underground warehouse, but when they arrived, only the ropes remained on the ground. There was no one there.
But judging from the traces on the ground, someone had indeed been there.
"Understood." Wenren Sheng uttered three words, then hung up.
He had his student bring him his personal phone. The call he had just answered had come from the hospital.
He began looking up information related to this world.
Eastern Continent?
Miken?
The sight of those two familiar names made his head throb.
What was this? Mere coincidence, or had he just traveled through time and space, arriving on Earth before any fantastical events had occurred?
He had not read Old Professor's memories. Reading them could easily kill a person, because when extracting someone else's information, it was difficult to control whether he was copying it or cutting it out.
He was somewhat confused, so he examined things carefully.
There was a Patrol Division here as well, though its work was much simpler. It monitored public security in different regions and coordinated the handling of difficult cases, such as fugitives who moved from place to place.
In truth, for investigators, those people who set up locked-room mysteries, smugly challenged investigators, and waited for detectives to solve their puzzles were the most adorable...
The real headache was criminals who fled after committing their crimes.
Even if you knew exactly who the murderer was, with bad luck, it could still take years to catch them.
In an era without surveillance cameras everywhere, they might simply vanish without a trace.
Even now, if the other party fled to another continent, it was enough to give investigators a splitting headache. They had to