There’s no way that Hong Chenglue would have lugged all those cheap household odds and ends with him when he left. He should have been invited back by Beijia to serve as a supreme or main commander or something like that. There’s no way he would have been transferred to another little town or township to work as a cook.0

He Lingchuan’s attention stayed on the bedroom. “There’s blood on the floor in here, and someone clearly tried to scrub the whole place down. Hong Chenglue probably didn’t want us to find anything useful in this room. Open your eyes and search properly. I want every inch of this place combed through.”0

The three men agreed in unison and began a thorough search of the place.0

However, Hong Chenglue was clearly no amateur when it came to such things. The four of them turned the room over for the time it took half an incense stick to burn, checking every crack between the bricks. They even discovered a hidden compartment in the wall behind the bed headboard. Yet, they still found nothing useful. There were no private belongings or personal effects left behind.0

“At the time, he’d already killed three constables. He had to clean this place in a hurry and carry his paralyzed wife out, so he must have—hmm…” He Lingchuan suddenly caught Mao Tao and threw him a meaningful loo...0