On Dingshan.
Shen Xin was bent over, using a rake to scrape away the topsoil, practically inch by inch.
"Time's about up. Let's call it a day."
Captain Chen's voice drifted over from nearby.
About five meters to his right, Zhao Tianxing straightened up, hands on his lower back, and grumbled, "Shen Xin, how long do you think we'll have to search for this thing?"
"That kid just pointed in a general direction. What if he remembered wrong? It was the middle of the night, how could he recall it that clearly? If he was off by just a little, we'll be searching ourselves to death."
Shen Xin and the others were currently searching for the murder weapon.
After Li Xiaofei confessed to the murders, he was brought back to identify the crime scene. He admitted that after strangling Guan Hong that night, he had then gone after Zhu Guishen.
Zhu Guishen was already motionless.
Having killed two people in a row, he only then began to feel a creeping fear.
