"My friend has nothing to do with this case."
Zhong Xiaonan's tone was calm, betraying no hint of emotion, as the topic was lightly brushed aside.
Xia Baokun heard this, withdrew his gaze, and did not pursue further questions.
Since someone from National Security said so, there must be a reason.
He then crouched down, carefully examining the cement ground in front of him, unconsciously rubbing his fingers over the rough surface, his eyes full of inquiry.
"How did you discover this place?"
After a moment, he looked up at Zhong Xiaonan, his tone carrying the caution typical of a seasoned detective.
"Just a coincidence."
Zhong Xiaonan remained nonchalant, as if she was merely mentioning an insignificant matter in passing.
Xia Baokun glanced at her again.
Having been in the field for many years, he had encountered too many bizarre cases and no longer believed in mere "coincidences."
Behind any seemingly accidental discovery must lie logic and cause.
