"Hello, Mr. Jiang, we're here on behalf of Director Zheng to investigate the missing persons case, and we'd like to ask you some questions."
Jiang Yanbo appeared quite robust, seeming just over fifty.
But who would have thought he was already over sixty, his face full of interwoven wrinkles only added to his profound look.
"Ah, it's you, come on in."
"Changjun mentioned it to me earlier."
As Jiang Yanbo ushered them inside, Luo Fei and his partner entered the house and were immediately enveloped by a strong scent of incense.
As Zhao Donglai nodded in agreement, Luo Fei cast a glance toward the adjoining bedroom.
His keen sense of smell allowed him to clearly pinpoint the source of the aroma, and what he saw shocked even him.
On a nearby altar were jade sculptures of Bodhisattvas, gilded statues of Buddha, wooden platforms for monks, and Arhat portraits. It was stunning, as if they had entered a temple's prayer hall and incense pavilion.
