Upon hearing Jiang An's suggestion, Zhang Yean and Wan exchanged glances.
This idea sounded a bit bizarre!
Two minutes ago, the scene of the abandoned office building was still floating in their minds.
How did it suddenly turn into looking for a man in black on a motorcycle?
Wan's lips twitched, "Junior, your thinking is a bit far out!"
Jiang An stood up, "Sometimes solving a case means taking the unconventional route."
Twenty minutes later, the three arrived at the local traffic management bureau.
After presenting their credentials and explaining their purpose, the staff agreed to the query.
"What route's surveillance do you want to check?"
Jiang An asked, "From the pedestrian street to the entrance of the college district, how many routes are there in total?"
"Four routes!"
At this moment, Jiang An's mind flashed to Zhang Biao's license plate.
"Can this monitoring system be queried by license plate?"
