Leng Zimo and Cheang An quickly ran over, and the soldier pushed aside the bushes.
In the bushes, there was a charred cylindrical object with a strong burnt smell. It vaguely resembled a human body, only the legs and arms seemed to have been blown off, leaving just half of a broad back, and the head was a charred black mass.
The soldier turned over the half corpse, the head was completely burnt, making it impossible to discern the face.
Cheang An turned to look at him, "How many people were on the plane at that time?"
"Only one." Leng Zimo said.
"Then it must be him!" Cheang An said.
Leng Zimo looked at the half-charred corpse on the ground, and slowly let out a breath, "Thank you everyone for your hard work!"
Turning around, he strode towards the valley's exit, then fished out his phone from his pocket and dialed Luo Xiaoqian's number.
Because he was afraid she would worry, and also because of the urgency, Leng Zimo didn't tell Luo Xiaoqian about this matter.
