Wisps of smoke gradually rose from the small kitchen.
With the bubbling of the boiler and the crackling of the burning firewood, the two began to converse in low voices.
"Did you find out the origin of that needle?"
Zhao Lang hummed a response, "It's an anesthesia needle. Lai Fu likely died from a heavy dose of anesthetic."
Jiang Li furrowed her brows.
"But what could possibly drive someone to brutally kill a family dog?"
Zhao Lang turned and shoved another stick into the stove, gazing at the roaring flames as he spoke:
"If this incident is related to the household next to Aunt Ying's, then I might be able to guess their motive."
"I've heard about the fortune-telling you did for Aunt Ying. It's very possible they did something wrong, hid there, and almost got exposed because of Lai Fu."
"Bearing a grudge, they had the intention of torturing Lai Fu and later tossed it on the mountain to make it look like an accidental fall."
Jiang Li nodded in agreement.