The two of them returned to their room.
Little Drilling Wind sat on his bed, his face expressionless, as if he had lost something very important.
"The kitchen has been destroyed, we must find something that can harm the 'new life', if we can't find it at the police station, we'll have to look in the villagers' houses. The first choice is something that can create flames, the second choice is salt, salt is easy to find, but judging from your situation with Yan Xuan last night, salt probably doesn't have lethal power." While Qian Cangyi was speaking, he had already finished searching the cabinets in the room.
"Of course, there are other options, but compared to the two mentioned above, they're much less prioritized."
Not finding anything, Qian Cangyi shook his head, somewhat disappointed.
"I'll go look in Wang Pan's room."
Upon reaching Wang Pan's room, Qian Cangyi didn't even look at the corpse on the bed.
