Yet after the constables arrived at Rimu Factory, they discovered an even bigger case waiting for them.
Was Luo Hao's murder important? Of course it was. But one point had to be made clear: because it involved foreign businessmen, until the investigation was complete—or at least until there were definite leads—the case was classified and its spread would be strictly controlled.
Even if there were leads, they might not be publicized—the matter spreading overseas was one thing, but within the country, it would be tightly controlled.
But bones being discovered underground in a public area was another matter entirely.
When the constables saw photographs of the old factory, their scalps tingled: eighteen pines and cypresses had vanished overnight. What kind of person could pull that off?
It was still raining at the moment, and the rain had washed away much of last night's evidence. But uprooting and hauling away so many pines and cypresses would definitely have required heavy machinery. It was impossible to leave no trace at all.
So everyone felt that, for the moment, only something supernatural could barely explain it...
Leaving aside the factory's reaction, Feng Jun led the others back to the riverside, still feeling slightly regretful. "I actually let that guy kill himself. I was still a little careless... Those Overseas Wanderers Society people are more decisive than the last when it comes to dying."
Zhang Caixin could not help asking, "Was there still some information we hadn't learned?"
"Not much," Feng Jun said, amused. "That guy actually thought I cared most about his money, the Overseas Wanderers Society roster, or his Child-Mother Yin-Yang Formation. In fact, I only wanted to understand the logic behind this whole matter..."
That was right. He and Luo Hao had been focusing on entirely different things. Luo Hao had