Suddenly hitting upon the key point, I clapped my hands together!
*Smack!*
The sound startled Wang Junhui and Lin Sen, who were deep in thought. Lin Sen snapped irritably, "Chuyi, what's wrong with you?"
I apologized, "Nothing, nothing's wrong. I just thought of a crucial point. Think about it: ever since we got that photo, we've been trying to use my divination knowledge to trace its source. But we never considered the simplest question—why did that photo end up in front of Old Fan's door?"
Hearing this, Wang Junhui picked up my train of thought. "You mean the person who took that photo must have walked past Old Fan's door. Old Fan's medicine shop isn't on a main road. If an outsider passed through his village, they wouldn't take such a remote path. So, the photographer is likely some
