6 a.m. at dawn.
The external investigation team has returned to the station.
Compared to their vibrant spirits when leaving last night.
Now, everyone looks somewhat disheartened.
As soon as they got back to the station, Zhang Chao said, "Xiaofang, go across the street and buy some buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk for everyone. It's been a long night, let's have something to fill our stomachs."
Xiaofang said, "Mr. Zhang, sure!"
Ten minutes later, Xiaofang returned with a large bag of breakfast.
Everyone sat together and had breakfast in the station.
Fried dough sticks and soy milk were the standard combo.
But, at this moment, no one was eating happily.
Captain Li Jian ate a soup-filled bun and walked out with a cup of soy milk.
Zhang Chao hastily asked, "Mr. Li, are you eating so little? Is the bun not tasty?"
"You guys eat. I'm not hungry."
Li Jian walked alone to the rooftop.
He lit a cigarette and smoked silently.
At that moment, a rising red sun appeared.
