"How so?" Song Qingshu asked doubtfully.
Zhao Min stood with her hands behind her back, gazing at the faint outline of the imperial palace in the distance. "If he had disguised himself as an ordinary court official, we would have found him long ago. We've investigated several suspicious people already, yet we still haven't found him. That leaves two possibilities: either he isn't in Shangjing City at all, or... his status is even higher than those people we investigated before. Only then would he have enough resources and ability to hide his tracks."
Song Qingshu's eyes lit up. He could not help thinking of the crime dramas from his previous life. Ordinary criminals would leave behind a pile of clues and traces, but some experts committed crimes without leaving the police any evidence at all. Yet that very perfection exposed their identities to a certain extent. Such sophisticated counter-surveillance awareness usually came from someone within the legal or political system.
Now that he thought about it, Murong Jingyue's case followed much the same logic. The more perfectly he hid, the more of his fox tail he revealed.
"Who do you think killed Yelü Yixin's son?" Song Qingshu suddenly thought of the matter, wondering whether Zhao Min might have some information he did not know.
Zhao Min's delicate brows furrowed as well. "It certainly wasn't Yelü Qi or Xiao Banhe. I originally thought you had done it. Since you now say it wasn't you, that makes things interesting. Yelü Yixin has political enemies in Shangjing City, but I truly cannot think of anyone who would dare kill his only son and start something so irreconcilable."
"Yes, the waters of Shangjing City are getting murkier by the day." Song Qingshu looked into the distance, his expression growing grave.
After pondering for a