"What other clues are there?" Jiang Cheng asked after thinking for a moment.
This time, Yao Shunyu's voice turned strange, and the question he asked was also a little puzzling to Jiang Cheng and Fatty. "Do you remember the notebook the art teacher carried around?"
"I do." Jiang Cheng grew excited. "Did you find it? What was written in it?"
Yao Shunyu had mentioned that the art teacher had brought paper and a pen into the temple. That had been arranged by Yao Shunyu and Li Bai, and the art teacher had agreed to record everything he saw inside.
"No, it's not what you think. We searched the whole temple and couldn't find the notebook. But... who could've guessed that someone would bring it to us this morning?" Yao Shunyu sounded incredulous, with a hint of fear buried deep inside.
"Who?" Jiang Cheng tensed up on the other end of the call.
"Some villagers. They asked if we'd lost anything, then showed us the notebook. We recognized it right away as the teacher's. And there was blood on it..."
"I asked where they'd found it, but they said they hadn't found it themselves. The village chief had. He'd sent them to ask us. When I pressed them, they wouldn't say anything else."
At the mention of the village chief, Jiang Cheng frowned. "Have you met him?"
"No, but it's clear the village chief is a crucial lead." Yao Shunyu abruptly changed the subject. "Also, I opened the notebook. The art teacher didn't leave behind anything useful, just a few fragmented bloody handprints."
"It sounds like the art teacher was attacked in an instant and never had a chance to react," Yao Shunyu continued.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help feeling disappointed. Still, he was puzzled. There was something strange about the villagers