The sun is rising, the green vine hangs lightly, dancing without wind inside, all like cattle and horses running.
Wang Chuanxing is lying on the ground, his legs twitching unconsciously a couple of times. He worked all night, only lying down on the camp bed at dawn, and then fell silent.
The room full of police officers walks back and forth, yet none wake up Wang Chuanxing, until Jiang Yuan sat down, only then someone kicked Wang Chuanxing unconsciously.
Wang Chuanxing rolled over in typical Huang style and sat up, with his eyes still closed but enunciated clearly: "The materials for the Ba River burned corpse case have been sorted, just waiting for Director Jiang to review."
"How do you know I'm not Director Jiang?" Shen Yaowei, who kicked him, was displeased.
Wang Chuanxing opened his eyes: "Director Jiang kicks very accurately, it's all at the acupuncture points… bah, Director Jiang would never kick people, it must be you, kid!"
