As he walked towards the cave dwelling, Chen Zhou's mind was racing.
Whether judging by intuition or logic, he felt something peculiar about this matter.
But Chen Zhou didn't make a fuss.
He wanted to first see what the exact shape of Tiger Head's wound was, how it might have been caused, observe the reactions of the natives, and finally draw a conclusion.
...
Even if abandoned, the emptied cave dwelling did not allow natives to enter.
Even on such a rainy day, when the natives rested, they were not allowed to step into the yard but could only take shelter in the few shabby wooden huts around the gallows.
As for the new house of Saturday and Sunday, since they lived most of the time in the factory and rarely handled matters on this side of the cave dwelling, it remained in a semi-finished state until now.
...
The stove and fire wall inside the cave dwelling had not been dismantled, and some dry firewood had been left in the house.
