Inside the Patrol Hall.
Listening to Zhao Haochen's question, the grand shaman merely shook his head. "Before casting the spell, I isolated this place with witchcraft. Besides, the vital energy in this drop of blood was weak, and its revival was not intense, so its owner definitely could not sense anything unusual."
"Good, good." Zhao Haochen nodded repeatedly, then urged, "Please withdraw your supernatural ability at once and leave a trace of blood, so you can cast the spell again as evidence before the court."
"Mm." The grand shaman nodded and waved a hand, extracting the vital energy and divine soul from the faceless puppet and returning it to normal.
Since he had not cast the spell for long and had stopped in time, a little blood remained on the stone in his left hand after he drew the blood back out, enough to use this eerie witchcraft again.
Recovering from his shock, Wu Li shook his head in disbelief. "I suspected a lot of people, even..."
You even fucking suspected me?! Zhao Haochen glared at him, and only then did Wu Li change tack. "But I never suspected him. This is unbelievable."
"Young master, I suspect that after Zhou Taozhi went mad last night, he lost control of his emotions and could no longer gauge the force of his spells. So when he attacked your aunt, this person was caught up in it too, suffering a minor injury and leaving blood here." A Night Patrolman analyzed the situation with a delighted expression. "He probably doesn't even know himself, so... the blood on this stone is crucial, and it gives us a considerable element of surprise."
"Mm."
Zhao Haochen nodded slightly, looking thoughtful.
Watching his profile, Wu Li immediately asked in excitement, "Sir, should we arrest him now?!"
"Arrest him?"