A document arrived in Shen Cang's hands, it was the art teacher's file.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Boss, I've just received news that the art teacher was in a car accident and has died."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Cang frowned deeply.
Everything seemed too coincidental, they had just started the investigation when the person was already dead.
It wasn't hard to suspect that this was an escape trick.
The phone rang again; this time, it was Mo Haihao calling.
"Boss, something strange is going on with the case here, I suspect it's a trap—beep beep beep..."
"Three! Mo Haihao!" Shen Cang suddenly stood up.
Shen Cang's gray hair spread out, a strand fell to the ground as he closed his eyes, then sat back in his chair like a stone statue.
Hua Jinyan hurried forward, reaching out to push Shen Cang but was repelled by an invisible barrier.
