In the end, he wasn't the Detective; he couldn't rely on deduction to restore the truth.
"Forget it, as long as I catch the Mask, all mysteries will naturally unravel!"
The special agent took a deep breath, suppressing the various guesses in his heart, and stood up.
He looked up at the grim crack above him, then turned his gaze to the opposite side, which was likewise affected by the explosion, the pipeline severely deformed and collapsed, but still barely had a narrow opening that a person could squeeze through.
Inside was a profound darkness!
Did the Mask escape outwards, or did he flee deeper in?
"Let's split up and search!"
The special agent barked orders without looking back at those behind him,
"You go to the well shaft over there, I'll head to the upper workshop, notify me immediately if you find the Mask."
The orders were given, yet no one in the air responded.
He suddenly turned around, glancing behind, but where was Feng Ju's shadow?
