Kapitel 592: Chapter 589: Taking the Blame

The arrival of the helicopter was unexpectedly efficient, as if it had been waiting on standby, just waiting for everything to conclude before stepping into the limelight.

The heat churned, and its texture was disrupted by the wind.

Bi Fang squinted up at the helicopter hovering in mid-air, his hair tips quivering slightly under the rotor wash. His pupils trembled for a full half minute, but he eventually calmed down.

Perhaps he had surmised as much all along.

No matter how perfectly one covers their tracks, with modern investigative techniques, it is only possible to delay the inevitable. If one wishes to leave no trace, they must do nothing at all.

This wasn't a matter of capability but a fact—the adage "without action, there is no consequence" holds true.

Bi Fang once told his audience about the golden rule proposed by the father of forensic science, Edmond Locard: "Every contact leaves a trace," which is used to track prey.

This applied to himself just as well.