Shen Xin jumped in surprise, wondering what had gotten into Wu Zhicun.
He hadn't even touched the man. It was just the afternoon sun casting his shadow over Wu Zhicun's body.
The old man cried out twice, then, still shaken, muttered something about "no one there" and "just a feeling" before calming down.
Watching this, Shen Xin sighed to himself. 'Honestly, it feels like Wu Zhicun has completely lost his mind. He's totally unhinged.'
But just then, a thought struck Shen Xin like a jolt of electricity.
"Xiaoshen, what's wrong?" Chen Chao, having been alerted by the commotion, walked over to ask.
He clapped Shen Xin on the shoulder, and Shen Xin flinched, snapping back to reality.
"Captain Chen, I just remembered something."
Shen Xin's eyes widened as he spoke urgently. "I talked to Wu Zhicun before about why he believed his grandson was murdered. He gave me several reasons at the time."
