"SQUEAK SQUEAK (this way, this way)."
Ren Suo made a mouse-like sound. He was observing a piece of destroyed seating when Qiao Muyi let out a helpless sigh and walked over to him.
Ren Suo squatted at the church lectern, pointing to the only section of the black floor beneath it that hadn't been turned to charcoal by the flames. Qiao Muyi leaned in closer and, with the help of the noon sunlight filtering through holes in the ceiling, noticed some dirt on the floor.
The enhanced "Detective's Eye" allowed Qiao Muyi to quickly analyze the origin of the dirt: apart from the priest, no one else would go up to the lectern. Even if the church priest wasn't responsible for cleaning, they would certainly hire someone to clean daily. The church was neither large nor small. On the day of the fire, more than twenty parishioners had gathered for worship, so they could certainly afford to pay for cleaning—perhaps a parishioner even volunteered to do it...
