York came up and asked what this meant.
Shen Xin suppressed his excitement. "Brigitte, I think it might know about the wolfhound we're looking for."
'It's not certain yet. After all, I couldn't hear its thoughts, and there wasn't even a favorability icon. It's all just a guess. But judging by the Wolf King's reaction, it's as if it knows.'
"Fuck, are you sure?" York exclaimed, so excited he swore.
He had always firmly believed that finding this wolfhound would lead them to the killer.
And this was a killer the FBI had been hunting for a full seventeen years.
Just like any such cold case, seventeen years meant two generations of agents had come and gone, and many had been transferred to other departments.
Even he wasn't the agent who had originally taken on the case.
Seeing his strong reaction, Shen Xin quickly told him to calm down, reminding him it was still just a guess.
