Chapter 1196: Section 731: Fellow Daoist (Part 2)
When Mr. Chaimen woke up, he seemed utterly despondent, with an air of not wanting his eyes or brain. Malin thought, wasn’t it just a wrestling match between men? Your mother’s homeland on those four islands used to have something called sumo, which was much more intense than what you saw in that recollection.
Of course, even in his despair, Mr. Chaimen still focused on work and, together with the illustrator, drew the targets he had seen.
The Sage Qian asked Mr. Chaimen to rest, while on the other hand, he copied the drawings and distributed them to the street police stations in each district of New Hangzhou to identify the targets. Sage Qian had always wanted to establish identity records between New Hangzhou and the south but was hindered without a large terminal—currently the most crucial element in managing identity records.
New Hangzhou once had one, but it broke a long time ago and took the half-completed identity system with it due to a thunderstorm, and the sages have not been able to find a complete set of replacement parts until now.
However, the street police headquarters quickly replied that a street policeman in District Seven recognized the elderly woman in the portrait as a street woman, who had been working on the roadside for nearly twenty years and retired with quite a fortunate ending.
Since it was a matter personally asked by Sage Qian, the street police stations in District Seven took it very seriously. District Seven was a prestigious safe area, and to invite this person to the scene, the station assigned six Transcendents to storm into the launderette where this woman now worked and brought her before Sage Qian.
Old Master Li just needed one look to feel that this woman was suspicious—she had no traces of chaos on her, nor did she seem to possess any transcendent talent.
How could a woman with no power to even truss a chicken be involved with this deceased person without any contamination?
Malin sighed.