The man's footprints were deep in the soil. Huo Xiaoran's eyes were filled with confusion. He suddenly thought of something and turned around to look at the footprints he had left. It was obvious that his footprints were very shallow.
Huo Xiaoran's expression instantly darkened. He concluded that this man must have an overweight burden to leave such deep footprints. And what was this man carrying? All Huo Xiaoran could think of was a can of gasoline.
The sense of loss was huge. He thought this was Qiao An's escape route. But now it seemed it was more appropriate to surmise that this was the arsonist's route.
He followed the footprints. After a long distance, they disappeared.
