"The mother and daughter are probably unaware... right?" Zhou Qingfeng muttered to himself, trying to comfort himself with these words.
"If Conges really did kill someone and flee, there really is no need for his family to inform me. Not involving me is the best choice."
Zhou Qingfeng stood in the living room, whispering to himself. His voice was particularly clear in the empty room, trying to persuade himself to accept this seemingly reasonable explanation.
However, deep down, he felt an indescribable sense of loss.
Turning off the dining room light and closing the door to the living room, he slowly walked out of the Congers' front yard, his steps heavy as though filled with lead.
The night deepened, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, stretching his shadow long.
Zhou Qingfeng walked towards the car parked by the roadside, absentmindedly rubbing the car keys, while memories of his interactions with the Conges family played repeatedly in his mind.
