In the blink of an eye, several bags had disappeared. What I thought was that the flesh would rot away in the river in a few days, and with no head or limbs, no one could identify who it was, so I didn't care if someone found the flesh.
I rode back to Yang Liang's house, where it was already two in the morning. Before entering the yard, I had already scrubbed the three-wheeled cart's rear bin clean of any stench of blood. Only then did I switch vehicles and lock the door securely.
Driving out, I headed straight back to Shen City. To be honest, I was startled when you found me. I didn't expect you to identify Fu Chunyu only ten days later. At the time, I really wasn't afraid, thinking you were questioning me because I was her ex-boyfriend.
At this point, Zhang Hongwei sighed deeply, as if doing so could lessen his guilt somewhat—although perhaps for him the very concept of guilt was meaningless.
