"There's no scent of demon fiends!"
Wei Fan watched as Su Guangwen's nose twitched; he remembered that in their introduction, this guy mentioned his nose was quite keen.
"No, there's a faint scent of blood!"
He sniffed around one spot after another, finally making a discovery in Jiang Feng's backyard.
Eventually, he focused his gaze on a stone slab on the ground.
"The blood scent is coming from here. Although it's been cleaned, they missed something!"
Su Guangwen scratched the ground, and finally stood up with a rice-sized piece of dried meat from the stone slab's crevice.
Wei Fan was amazed; the people from the Demon Suppression Bureau indeed have some skills.
It seemed that Su Guangwen once said his abilities were due to practicing martial arts that enhanced his sense of smell.
"It's human flesh, no doubt about it!"
Everyone grew serious. Although it's just a small fragment of flesh, it's almost certain that a crime happened here.
