The peppers left on the bushes were only as thick as a pinky finger; Erica had already picked all the bigger ones.
Lin Chen narrowed his eyes, casting a wary glance in the direction Erica had gone. He squatted down, disappearing completely into the pepper patch.
'Five years of wind and rain... it's unlikely I'll find any traces. Even if there was any trash left behind, it would have been buried under the soil long ago.'
Clinging to a sliver of hope, he searched the surface of the area, but as expected, found nothing.
Unwilling to give up, he used his combat knife to randomly turn over the soil. He dug here and there without any real purpose, occasionally picking a pepper just for show. In truth, he didn't hold out much hope.
After searching continuously for four or five meters, just as he was on the verge of giving up, his combat knife scraped against something hard as he was turning the soil.
