As I expected, it was another member of the Jiangbei Daggers. Since the Dog Trainer’s death wasn’t made public by the police, it seemed they held me accountable. 

Clenching my fist around the phone, I asked, "Does my bone mean something to you? I don’t have a rare blood type so my bone marrow has no medical value. My bones aren’t special at all."

"Great Detective Song, you’re going about this the wrong way,” laughed the Infernal Bone Trader. “You shouldn’t ask what it's for. You should be asking what I’m planning to do with it."

"Well, go on then!" I said impatiently.

"After I receive the first bone, I’ll put out another bounty for the second one, and so on, until you’re left with a spineless body that cannot support your flesh. Hahaha, I can't wait...