In the following days, Wuxie no longer allowed Xiang Baobei to run around with him!
As the agreed time approached, even Wuxie began to feel unsure. After all, the deadline with the fishermen's families was soon, yet he had no leads. How could he explain it to them?
No wonder the policeman in charge of the case back then resigned; probably, he also ran out of ideas.
Tonight was the final deadline. Tomorrow morning, the crowd that caused a scene at the Si Family's doorstep last month would probably gather again. No one knew how many would come this time.
Wuxie returned home at six, as usual, looking visibly unwell.
Seeing Wuxie like this, Xiang Baobei felt very helpless.
"Wuxie... we've found everyone we could, but nothing came of it! How about we go check that boat preserved for two years last time? Maybe we can find some clues there?" Xiang Baobei suggested.
