At nine thirty in the morning, Chen Yang arrived at the police station by car.
Ye Shilin personally came out to greet him at the entrance.
Upon meeting, Chen Yang immediately asked, "Can you finally tell me why you called me over for an interview?"
Ye Shilin laughed, "Actually, it's nothing much. Do you remember that bald monk from last night?"
Chen Yang nodded, "I remember, the wanted criminal, right? Did you catch him?"
Ye Shilin's smile faded as she sighed, "He's already dead!"
Chen Yang's face instantly displayed a perfect mix of shock, confusion, and bewilderment, embodying the emotional upheaval a normal person might feel suddenly upon hearing of a murder case, the caliber of his acting comparable to an Oscar-winning actor.
After a while, he scratched his head and asked, "How could he be dead? Was he shot by your police?"
