After Xiao Furen left, Yuan Si sat quietly in her seat. She didn't look around; instead, she seemed drowsy, her eyes slowly closing as if she were dozing off. In reality, she was spreading out her spiritual power, monitoring the entire waiting hall.
Her time as a cop hadn't been for nothing. She had heard her colleagues talk about basic investigation and counter-surveillance techniques during their chats. It was just that since she became a detective, the county had been completely quiet, and she'd never had a chance to put what she'd learned into practice. Now, she finally had an opportunity.
Train delays were a common occurrence, so no one was particularly agitated that the train was an hour late. Instead, people just went on with their business—some chatted, others slept.
Ten minutes before the train was due to arrive, Xiao Furen finally returned, looking travel-worn. Yuan Si immediately noticed several members of the human trafficking ring discreetly glance in their direction.
