Dibowa crinkled his nose, sensing an ominous premonition, and quickly turned to instruct the police officer, "Antony, spread out and search! Foustan, go back and call for more people, hurry!"
About half an hour later, a large group of police officers had surrounded the area, and Antony rushed back to report to Dibowa, "Chief, a farmhouse to the north was hit by artillery fire. An old man and his wife died, and the house and animal shed were destroyed."
"Artillery fire?" Dibowa's brow furrowed deeply.
After a while, the other searchers also returned one by one, but nothing of value was found—by then, the sky had already darkened, making it difficult to discern objects more than ten paces away. Moreover, the soldiers of France had been well-prepared, resulting in the police returning without success.
The next morning.
