Zhang Xian's smile was eerie.
But the scene he described was even more terrifying.
A dog appeared in sight, carrying a head, and just imagining it was already frightening.
Just as Zhang Xian finished speaking, Han Zai unceremoniously kicked him.
"Talk properly, why put on such a ghostly act? Haven't I told you that as a people's policeman, you must always maintain your image?"
Zhang Xian shrank back, quickly grinning and scratching his head.
Chen Xiao cleverly memorized this rare scene in silence.
However, Han Zai soon spoke: "On the way here, I had a feeling. I was thinking, if the perpetrator was someone else, hiding Cheng Qing's skull in the stone lion would make sense."
"But until you found that twenty-thousand remittance clue, I felt this was completely illogical."
