"Madam, per your instructions, I've carefully traced the origins of the jade pendant. It came from a woman named Zhou Qin, but she suddenly disappeared over a month ago. From questioning those close to her, I discovered that the pendant was stolen from the coffin of her sister-in-law."
Helian Yu's willow-shaped brows furrowed.
So ominous.
"Continue."
The man across from her nervously swallowed and carried on, "According to what I was told, the pendant was a token of love given to her sister-in-law by her husband. I proceeded to investigate the man—his name is Shen Li, a firefighter who retired from service. He died ten years ago in a fire and was recognized as a martyr. His records, however, are inaccessible to me due to my limited authority."
As Helian Yu listened, something started to feel off. The assertiveness of that girl from the morning still lingered vividly in her mind.
Shen Li, firefighter, martyr.
How could there be such coincidences?
