"Something's not right?"
Li Fei looked at He Jian.
He Jian said, "Just a feeling."
Li Fei didn't dare disregard the famous detective's intuition. "Lord He, what do you think is wrong?"
"What if something had been wrong from the very beginning?"
"Huh?"
Li Fei froze, then quickly realized what he meant. "Lord He, are you talking about those letters?"
A note of approval appeared in He Jian's eyes. "Yes. What if those letters had been deliberately left behind by the New Heaven Society?"
Li Fei carefully recalled what had happened at the time:
"I attacked them suddenly. They couldn't possibly have anticipated it beforehand, and they had misjudged my strength. They never expected they wouldn't be able to defeat me, so their retreat must have been an emergency withdrawal. In that situation, would they really have deliberately left those letters behind?"
That possibility did exist, but for now, there was no evidence to support it.
"I thought Lord He always emphasized evidence when investigating cases."
Li Fei smiled.
He Jian said, "Of course investigations require evidence, but many times, this old man's intuition has ultimately been proven right."
Li Fei nodded. "Make bold conjectures, then seek proof with caution?"
A smile surfaced on He Jian's face. "Lord Li summed it up very well."
Li Fei looked at He Jian. "Lord He, after this case is finished, could you help me investigate another one?"
"Oh?"
"You taught me that professional matters should be left to professionals."
"As long as the Supervisory Pavilion gives the order, this old man will naturally do his utmost."
"Good. Then I'll reserve your schedule for what comes next, Lord He."
Li Fei smiled as he spoke.
He Jian had never heard the term "schedule" used that way, but he understood what Li Fei meant, and