Ma Houde still felt that it was weird when this case was connected to the contents of a book thirty years ago, let alone that the author was dead.
So Officer Ma shook his head and said, "It happened here, not overseas. Old Qin, how about giving up this so-called hypothesis and get me some other clues?"
"I found some footprints on the spot." Old Qin probably also thought it was illogical, so he said, "Excluding the police and reporters, there's a set of strange footprints. According to its depth, it should be a relatively thin person, a short man or woman."
"Left by the murderer?" Ma Houde frowned.
Old Qin shook his head, "Not sure, it is also possible that the report is not the first one. Someone else came before him but did not report it… But...?"
"But what?"
"Generally speaking, the footprints will not be so..." Old Qin put his head on one side and confusedly said, "So calm, as if the person slowly walked away."
