Gu Shanhai felt this was way too arrogant, wasn't it? The murder weapon lay blatantly on the table, without any attempt at hiding it.
Looking at the blood-stained dagger on the table, he felt numb; at least the last time, the pigeon blood powder was kept in a pocket, but now, it was as if they wanted to ensure he couldn't live through the day.
"Dammit, there are even fingerprints, this is too much," Gu Shanhai observed carefully and found his fingerprints on the dagger, even on the blood stains, which were clearly evident. A simple comparison would certainly reveal it.
"No, this can't go on any longer, or I'll surely be killed by this thing," Gu Shanhai's face darkened. It was completely biased; he might escape once or twice, but one failure could lead to disaster.
He then looked at three tubes of black gunpowder and decided not to let the inevitable pull him forward. He needed to figure out a way to deal with it.
Using his brain was too troublesome, he would just blow it up.
