In the mountain forest, Shen Ziming squatted down in front of Chen Sheng.
Right above their heads, the sky rumbled with muffled thunder from time to time.
It was going to rain.
"If I am not mistaken, someone must have called the police just now."
"The nearest police station would take about half an hour to respond."
"Once the police officers arrive, they will deduce our identities as Qi-sensors based on the traces of destruction at the scene."
"Then they will inform the Wu'an Bureau and start questioning households one by one."
Saying this,
Shen Ziming adjusted the gold-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose and took a look at his phone.
Afterwards,
He looked at Chen Sheng.
Hidden behind the glasses, his pupils were as calm as the depths of an ancient well.
It was as if he had not just killed a man, but rather a chicken.
"We are in luck, it's going to rain soon, which will save us a lot of trouble."
