Whether the Southern Border had a "Bamboo Artisan" was hard to say, but Qingliang Prefecture definitely had a "Bamboo Prince." There was no doubt about that.
Meeting another fellow thief, inspiration came to him on the spot.
At the window, Ren Ye, who had been about to run away a moment earlier, suddenly decided to teach this fellow thief a lesson. The crime scene was already laid out for him. All he needed to do was alter a few details, and the truth of this case would take a wildly absurd turn.
But that required a certain amount of patience, nerve, and a grasp of timing.
He was in no hurry. Relying on the Invisibility Talisman, he hid behind the curtain, keeping perfectly still and suppressing his aura the entire time, not daring to breathe too hard.
Inside Jing'er's room, the masked man's gaze was exceptionally alert. He stood where he was and surveyed his surroundings for a long while before tiptoeing toward a cabinet.
At that moment, the situation at the crime scene was quite clear. A thief had definitely broken into the Witch Lord's Son's room and had not even spared a seven- or eight-year-old child, beating him straight into unconsciousness.
Judging by Jing'er's external injuries, there might have been some personal grudge between him and the intruder. Even if the intruder wanted to knock him out, surely there was no need to leave so many lumps on his head? He had even pulled down his pants...
More importantly, the masked man did not know whether the other thief had succeeded, whether the item was still there, or whether the thief had already left. He therefore dared not let his guard down, approaching the cabinet slowly.
Before long, after carefully searching around the cabinet, he suddenly stiffened.
Whoosh!