"Is it him?"
Zhang Zhongjiu looked at the man formed by the gathering of light and shadow that appeared out of nowhere, his eyes lit up.
Lin Chen nodded: "Yes, he should care about this, the image is especially clear, and in the memory, that man gave him a big box with some potions inside."
"Potion?"
Zhang Zhongjiu's expression dawned: "We investigated all the accounts of his relatives and found no unusual monetary flows. We thought he was coerced into murder, turns out he was bribed with potions."
"The warrior's potions, circulating in the market, their value is stable, it's like giving money. But if you give money, it can't be hidden in accounts, but with potions, no one can trace it."
Lin Chen said with a laugh: "He buried that box in the middle of the bamboo forest behind his old home, and left a letter for his family. But this letter hasn't reached his family, it's in the hands of someone he hired."
