It hadn't rained for the past two days, so the ground on the mountain was relatively hard.
But it was early spring and the weeds were growing wildly, so it was hard to say if they'd be able to collect any useful footprints.
Shen Xin surveyed the scene. The fishing spot was right on the bank.
His equipment was all there.
The tackle box was there, the bait tray still on top. A lump of bait about half the size of a fist remained.
The fish basket was stuck into the bank, and the landing net was next to the tackle box.
The rod pod was also there, but there was no fishing rod on it.
It was possible a fish had pulled it into the water.
Shen Xin saw his colleagues searching around the reservoir in the distance.
About three or four meters from the shore, there was a broken fishing rod.
It probably hadn't broken from the tension of a catch.
