In the president's office, Chapman sat in front of his boss's desk and reported his work in the past few days. In the end, he exclaimed that he had finally sent the gods away.
The gods were the investigation team with five members. They have been stationed in their company for five days and required all kinds of documents, but luckily they didn't find anything they expected.
The company had had to arrange to cooperate with the gods, serve them exquisite food, and provide luxurious accommodations, and send each person an appropriate gift.
"Did you find out who sent that letter?" Tristan asked gloomily.
Chapman looked awkward and said, "Not yet. The man was cunning. The letter is now in Mayor Harderson's hand. The man in the police only had a look at it. No more chance to find out more clues."
