Late at night.
The deep silence of the night.
In the quiet corridor, only the faint sounds of men whispering could be heard, discussing matters of sending someone to their death.
"The deeper we look into this case, the more bizarre it becomes," said Liu Jinghui as he rested a hand on a box of case files, while in front of him, there still lay an entire room full of them, enough to fill two or three medium-sized vans.
Wang Chuanxing was also buried among the stacks of boxes, his voice muffled as it emerged: "So the previous special case team, they didn't even restart the case, they just did a cursory search and then dropped it?"
"Perhaps they never stumbled upon the bizarre parts," Huang Qiangmin replied calmly from a corner, "With a case like this, who would dare to easily restart it without full preparation? But when the opportunity ends up in your hands, there's no way you can ignore it."
