"We've already sent people to apprehend him. We'll notify you when there's news," the Director said.
"Okay." Ke Meng was a little surprised. Their efficiency was practically rocket-powered.
But on second thought, given his role in the Investigation Bureau, it would have been unreasonable not to take him seriously.
Ke Meng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but after thinking it over, it didn't seem like a bad thing.
Whether the information from Synesthesia was useful or not, the plane was still over international waters. They could bring him back first and sort things out later.
Better to arrest the wrong person than let such an evil criminal roam free abroad.
Ke Meng wasn't at the Investigation Bureau, nor was he familiar with those flying items. Even if he wanted to take the pilot's place and fly into the sky to catch the suspect, the Bureau's people probably wouldn't agree to let him take that risk.
All he could do was wait for the result.
"Woof." Seeing that Ke Meng had finished his call, Tangyuan presented the strange book.
As soon as the book touched his hand, strange sensations flooded in. Something enormous seemed to lurk inside it, while its texture felt as soft as a person's skin.
It was a human-skin book, but there were no signs of stitching.
Ke Meng examined it carefully. It had been made from a single piece of human skin and felt very strange to the touch, as though he were touching a young girl.
The skin was smooth and supple. Although he was clearly holding a book, it felt like a woman whose grievances had never been redressed.
Ke Meng didn't open the human-skin book. Instead, he put it aside and organized what he had dreamed about the night before, lest he