"By the way, the two nightsoil collectors you were asked to investigate last time, one of them is already dead. Is there any news about the other? And how's the investigation on Lian Xiang's matter?"
Gu Chengyu suddenly remembered that Lian Xiang and that person were dead, but wasn't the other one still alive?
"Reporting to you, sir, I was just about to inform you about this matter. I have already asked the government officials guarding the city, and they said they only saw two people enter that day, but did not see them come out before the city gates closed. I sent someone to investigate, and the nightsoil collector's cart has been abandoned in the remote south side of the city, with no witness as to who abandoned it."
Gu Chengyu frowned. This southern edge of the city was a gathering place for all kinds of people, a chaotic mix, and the personnel was very complex.
