After parting ways with Song Xiaotian, Meng Yifan and I headed back to the shop first.
Song Xiaotian was going to investigate the First Case Offender.
At this point, the First Case Offender mattered more to us than Du Ruhai did.
That bastard had hired a killer and gotten Fang Man killed. None of the three of us would let him get away with it.
But to investigate him, we needed at least a few clues to follow. In reality, though, all we knew was that this person existed. We knew absolutely nothing about him.
Our only lead at the moment was that motorcycle.
When he had met me outside the villa that night, he had left me a motorcycle.
I had kept it parked in our residential complex ever since, and I had already sent its license plate number to Song Xiaotian.
Song Xiaotian really was skilled. He was no longer a police officer, yet his investigative methods were better than those of officers still on the force.
As he put it, he couldn't find out what ghosts had done, but in modern society, anything a person did was bound to leave traces. All sorts of modern methods and forensic techniques could uncover that person's movements.
As long as we uncovered the First Case Offender's identity, we were sure to gain a great deal.
For one thing, we could avenge Fang Man. For another, the First Case Offender knew a lot about Lü Zhengxian. He was even the architect behind Lü Zhengxian's transformation into a demon, as well as the mastermind behind the series of Seven Deaths for a Life cases.
We returned to the shop.
Plenty of employees were still there.
But some had already written their resignation letters.
When they saw me return, many came over