"By the way, where's Zhao Konghe?" Cohen asked as he walked ahead of Malin in the corridor, looking back at his friends.
"Konghe's father was killed by some unknown assailant, there's no way he could come today," Engma Roben said, and he lowered his voice mysteriously, "I checked it out, the guy who examined the body said it was indeed his father, burned to a crisp with oil."
"That's terrible, and no one knows who the murderer could be. There was also a killing at the train station yesterday, but considering the victim was burned to ash by the holy flame, the Church took over the case immediately. Engma, seems like your sources at the police station don't know everything after all," Jane said, shaking her head.
"Of course I knew. It's just that the person was burned to ash by the holy flame, so he definitely wasn't anything good. Dead is dead," Engma replied with a raised eyebrow, dismissing Jane's provocative comment with disdain.
