With Li Xingfang's whereabouts unknown, that was a serious enough matter on its own. But if he'd gone missing with a gun, then it was no longer just a simple case of someone being unaccounted for.
Chen Yihan was a perceptive man.
He'd been away on a business trip for a long time and had gone through so much. After returning to Huixiang, he had to deal with a pile of backlogged work and talk with Li Xingfang. Then he learned about the supernatural incidents that had happened over the past few days. Most people would have had all their attention drawn to the tangle of events.
Chen Yihan wasn't most people.
He'd noticed that something was off with Li Xingfang. He'd planned to wait until he'd dealt with the urgent matters on his hands, then have a proper talk with him. But once the work was done, he couldn't get in touch with Li Xingfang. The people at the police station checked and found that Li Xingfang wasn't there. They couldn't find him, and his service pistol was missing from the station, too. The situation had turned serious.
Chen Yihan's first guess was that it had something to do with the supernatural incidents. That was why Chen Xiaoqiu called me.
But I knew about as much as Chen Yihan did. Li Xingfang had seemed a little off. He'd talked with me, a fellow supernatural being he barely knew. You could call it confiding in me, or you could call it venting. It was unusual, but it didn't prove anything. Some people just needed to vent, and once they'd let it all out, that was the end of it. Others might get more and more worked up as they talked and do something impulsive.
Li Xingfang was definitely not the