Chen Ji placed the old, broken bed board back where it belonged.
Almost every spy in the Jing Dynasty Military Intelligence Department has undergone rigorous training. The Military Intelligence Department strips away their nature, teaching them to bury their scent like beasts, living cautiously in the Ning Dynasty.
Recklessness means death.
But among these people, they still left this broken bed board. Perhaps it was unnecessary to destroy it, or perhaps they were reluctant to let it go, Chen Ji could not know.
He found it difficult to judge these people.
Or rather, it was hard for him to judge anyone in this era; it seemed unfair to evaluate them from any one-sided perspective.
Chen Ji searched the dilapidated old house again, but found no other clues.
The trail had gone cold.
Lin Chaoqing had disappeared.
Chen Ji turned back to look at the extinguished fire basin.
It was as if time had returned to an hour ago, back when it was not yet dawn.
