"What exactly do you know now?" Song Qingyu asked with a serious look on her face.
Tangyu shook his head, "I don't know, if I did, would I still need to ask you? Let's not talk about that now; I just want to understand this—it's somewhat useful to me, that's all."
Song Qingyu wasn't a girl to be easily fooled. Her keen senses were extremely sharp, a necessary trait for becoming a master detective in Donglin's police force. Her investigative skills were renowned in the area.
The more Tangyu refused to speak, the more doubtful Song Qingyu became. What incommunicable secrets was he hiding? Could this be related to those people? Recalling Tangyu's earlier reluctance to let her inspect the abandoned factory reinforced her suspicions that there must be some connection. If that was the case, she really should not get involved in this matter, fearing it might draw her into a terrifying vortex.
