"How is it?"
"Any leads?"
The mentor released Shen Le's hand, then squeezed up to the police tape again, craning his neck to look. The forensic officer collecting footprints impatiently waved him back.
"Step back, step back! The ground's been trampled into a complete mess. How many people came through, how many left—we can't make heads or tails of it! Honestly, don't you people know how to protect a crime scene?"
After grumbling for a moment, he crouched back down and resumed work. These people had reported the case to them while also calling in the Special Affairs Bureau.
And now look at this: around the well, inside the well, on the muddy ground, inside the house—there was incense ash everywhere, along with all sorts of strange traces.
What a headache they had caused in the search for clues!
It was far too difficult to rule out every one of those traces!
And besides, how could someone fall into such a small well and simply vanish? It made no scientific sense—
"Professor, don't worry. Get some rest and let them do their work." Shen Le supported his mentor by the elbow and gently led him back beneath the eaves.
As he walked, he subtly circulated his power. His spiritual sense spread out, the Talisman in his dantian trembled softly, and the earth beneath his feet naturally sent back its response:
No gaps.
No large gaps.
Beneath that ancient well, there was not only no large hole or pit that could conceal a person—not even a half-foot-deep layer of groundwater.
The groundwater that should have been there had dried up and stopped flowing countless years ago. The soil above the water layer had also been pressed downward by gravity over the years until nothing remained—
"Shen Le, I'm counting on