"I hope there's something strange about this." Chen Mu walked to the side of the street and squatted down in front of a bamboo craftsman's stall.
He casually picked up a bamboo basket, glancing at the approaching Constable Lu out of the corner of his eye.
"Boss, what kind of beast is this? Why does it keep tearing out the internal organs?" A constable, half a step behind Constable Lu, asked in a low voice.
“Wild wolves,” Officer Lu said calmly.
"But the wounds don't all look like they're from wolves," the constable said, puzzled.
Officer Lu glanced at the other man and said, "We'll talk when we get back."
The constable immediately shrank back, not daring to ask any more questions.
After the group had walked away, Chen Mu stood up.
He paid for a bamboo basket and continued on his wa
