Thirty-Eight. Blood-Colored Tentacles on the Sea Surface

"He must have just run off not long ago," said the officer following behind, who rushed outside to command his subordinates to search the nearby area for Richard's traces.

Lu Li took down the oil lamp from the wall and walked to the window, extending his arm to light up the dark alley.

The damp walls of the dark alley reflected back the gleam of water, the drizzle had washed away many traces, but had also left some behind.

A clear footprint, deep in mud, extended towards the outside of the alley.

But it was too obvious...

The cunning Richard would have no reason to leave such conspicuous traces.

Lu Li moved away from the window and scanned the cramped, nowhere-to-hide wooden cabin.

"No hidden spaces," Anna's voice echoed in his ear.

Lu Li nodded and said to the officer who had returned from outside, "Help me check the recent call records of this phone."

"Who has he been in contact with? Alright," the officer agreed and left the cabin with Lu Li.

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