Wen Wen rubbed his head in frustration. He had listened to Li Dazhuang's narration, a tremulous spiel with no useful substance.
To put it bluntly, he had no rock-solid proof that his uncle's matter was related to supernatural powers.
"This is going to be difficult for you. You don't know what's wrong with your uncle, but you're sure there's something wrong?"
"Nowadays, the principle is to presume innocence. Mere suspicion is useless."
Li Dazhuang gave a bitter smile. He didn't want it to be this way either, but aside from the scene where his uncle killed the rat, he truly hadn't discovered any evidence of abnormality.
In front of him or anyone else, his uncle remained the same person he always was, showing no signs of odd behavior.
What made him determined to seek Wen Wen's help was the look he once caught in his uncle's eyes.
That gaze wasn't about looking at a person, but at food!
