Granny Li's story indeed had issues, and the clues to the truth must be around here.
Xiao Jie walked into a thatched cottage, his gaze slowly sweeping over the dilapidated interior, and quickly noticed something suspicious.
Although this decrepit thatched cottage was modest, the cupboard was still filled with quite a few bowls, plates, cups, and saucers.
The people in the fishing village were poor, and bowls and plates were valuable household items to them; if they had moved, how could they possibly leave behind so many?
If this game were one of those poorly made junk games, it wouldn't matter, but given the game's meticulous attention to detail, this point was bound to be a significant oversight.
Xiao Jie continued his search for clues without overlooking any corner.
Oh? What's this!
Embedded in the wall before him was a flying knife, with most of it buried in the mud-brick wall, leaving only the handle exposed.
There must have been a fight here.
