Qin Siyang curled his lip. "It really is complicated. Good thing I don't have to work in the United Government, or it'd wear me to death."
"You already have enough on your plate, and you're thinking of stirring things up in the United Government too? Take it easy, or you'll work yourself into an early grave."
"I know."
Knowing that Qian Wendao wouldn't be affected by the outcome of the case put Qin Siyang somewhat at ease.
Still, having the investigation drag on kept nagging at him.
As long as the case remained open, that old bastard Olof could keep stirring up trouble.
Now that the case was in Qian Wendao's hands, this was the perfect opportunity to pull a switch.
He intended to come up with a workable way to close the case, allowing Old Qian to complete his assignment successfully while also removing this ticking time bomb.
For the moment, though, he had no ideas.
He had plenty of experience committing crimes, but knew nothing about closing cases.
Yet he couldn't discuss this with Li Tianming or Qian Wendao.
He didn't have any serious leverage over either of them. They might turn him in to earn themselves some credit.
Human nature couldn't stand being put to the test.
He would ask Wen Shu another day.
She read all sorts of unconventional things and had plenty of crafty ideas. Maybe she could offer some advice.
Most importantly, like him, she had plenty of secrets that could never see the light of day, and they shared quite a few of them.
She was utterly reliable.
He could set this matter aside for now. Even if Qian Wendao was only going through the motions, handling the case would take him several months.
Tomorrow's God-Hunting was more pressing.
"By the way, Old