Jiang An, Mr. Fu, and Wan turned around simultaneously, standing straight in the doorway under the sunlight.
Jiang An promised word by word, "Rest assured, we will definitely bring the murderer to justice!"
"This is our promise to the deceased and to all the people."
As they walked out of the courtyard, their pace unconsciously quickened.
The afternoon sun was still scorching, but the passion for solving the case burning in their hearts was even hotter.
This carpenter named Chen Ke was likely the key person they had been looking for.
After the police car left the village, it sped along the winding mountain road for about forty minutes before finally arriving at East Mountain Village.
The car drove straight to the front of the village committee, the tires making a piercing noise as they rolled over the gravel.
Jiang An was the first to push open the car door, striding quickly into the village committee office.
