Before Little Doudou could speak, heavy footsteps approached. Lu Xian had returned.
He opened the driver's door and climbed in.
"Boss, I checked Dong Wanggong's home and the surrounding area. There were no signs of anyone climbing the walls, and nothing unusual on the doors or windows."
Shen Bing was not particularly puzzled. This merely confirmed what Little Doudou had just told him.
"Since no one sneaked into Dong Wanggong's home during this period, the bomb must have been planted before the television was installed."
Shen Bing spoke slowly, emphasizing every word.
"We can be fairly certain of that," Lu Xian said.
Shen Bing looked at Little Doudou. "Can you use the lingering scents on the television that exploded to track down the people who touched it?"
Little Doudou's whiskers drooped. "Master, you're asking the impossible of a cat! That television was blown to smithereens. There aren't even enough fragments left to piece it together. How am I supposed to track those people down?"
"Then forget it," Shen Bing said.
As Shen Bing wrestled with the problem, Little Doudou suddenly said, "Master, when those foreigners stole the Dream Glass production equipment last time, didn't you find them instantly with the Eye of Gods and Demons? Could you use the same method this time?"
Shen Bing was startled. That did sound feasible.
But after thinking it over carefully, he rejected the idea. He had found those foreigners last time because they happened to be with the equipment stolen from his factory, giving him something to trace. Right now, he could not think of a single object connected to the culprits, leaving the Demon God's Eye with nothing to work with.
"Let's go to the Shanghai Police first." Shen Bing made his decision immediately.
In a dim room, several people sat