Nobunosuke Murakami walked to the tin pot and squatted down, using his gloved fingers to caress the ashes in the pot, trying to see if there were any scraps of paper inside that had not been completely burned. But to his disappointment, Gong Xiecheng should have calmed down when burning the papers, not leaving any clues about the papers. ,"Damn it, why did that fat guy run away? This door is the back door here, and that fat guy must have snuck through the back door." Wan Chunping said bitterly.