"Gone?" The boss's reaction was even more anxious than Julian Yu's. He knew a little about Jingfeng's affairs, and knew that Jingfeng was a very tenacious person who would never give up easily. What's more, Jingfeng had survived that kind of experience, so even if the current situation was difficult, the boss believed that this man would not really do anything extreme.
So his first thought was that Jingfeng’s accident was caused by the real murderer who wanted to silence him.
Obviously, Julian Yu also thought of this, but he was much calmer than the boss. He first calculated, and then asked Rongqing, "Who is in charge of this case now? Is it convenient for you to contact him?"
"Handy, do you have any clues?"
"The traditional Chinese character for disaster has thirteen strokes, and it belongs to the element of water. Rongrong, have someone look to the north! The distance from Jingfeng's home is a multiple of thirteen."
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