Standing at the exit of the courtyard, Jiang An fell into thought once again: "Are there any places we haven't checked yet?"
He looked at his watch and said in a deep voice, "Forget it, it's getting late."
"Let's call it a day for now."
"So far, we haven't found any direct evidence to prove the killer was after a specific item."
Immediately, Wan patted Jiang An on the shoulder and consoled him, "Don't be too discouraged."
"After expert assessments, this case has been classified as a vendetta, which has sufficient basis."
"If we insist on saying it was to find an item, it does seem a bit far-fetched."
Jiang An nodded thoughtfully, but he still had doubts in his heart.
The victim's body had over a hundred wounds. What else could this prolonged abuse indicate, other than satisfying the killer's perverse psychology?
Could it be that the killer was merely enjoying the thrill of tormenting others?
"No, it shouldn't be that simple."
