In the following days, Li Xiang walked by the Xiangshui River with a dog named Coal Ball.
Even Yang Ming had begun to harbor doubts during this time.
"Captain Li, is this really where the murderer disposed of the body?"
Though it seemed like he was asking Li Xiang, Li Xiang understood his underlying message: if it's not here, stop wasting time.
They had been walking the dog along the river these days, and he overheard someone from the task force saying they were just here to walk the dog.
This infuriated him quite a bit.
But he couldn't argue back.
After all, they had made no progress in these days.
He could only force himself to swallow this frustration.
After all, in the past few days, they had achieved nothing and indeed seemed as if they were just walking the dog.
Li Xiang now dared not give Yang Ming a casual answer. He was human, not a deity or a seer who could predict everything.
