Three days passed quickly.
During this time, Zhang Xian was constantly looking for the man in black, but there were no clues.
Putting aside the population and area of Shoucheng, given the charge of murder, that guy wouldn't dare to wander around casually. He might have left Shoucheng long ago.
"If I can't find that guy, where should I find clues?" Zhang Xian lit a cigarette, mired in his thoughts.
It seemed that, apart from the sole clue of the man in black, he had no other leads. This meant that if he couldn't find the man in black, his progress here would be blocked.
"I'll go out and look again, maybe I'll have a stroke of good luck," he said.
After tidying up his clothes, Zhang Xian opened the door and left his room. Without any other leads, he could only keep focusing on this one for now.
Sometimes, clues popped up unexpectedly. By wandering around, chances were he might find something new.
"Click …"
