Stepping out of the interrogation room, the cold morning breeze greeted Jiang An, prompting him to tighten his coat around himself.
Wan followed behind him, and the two stood under the dim lights of the police station corridor, both faces full of confusion and fatigue.
"Sigh..."
Wan let out a long sigh, raising his hand to rub his sore eyes.
"I really didn't expect this case to have so many twists and turns."
Jiang An nodded, "Yeah, who thought we would run around all night, only to find nothing in the end."
After a moment of silence, Jiang An suddenly spoke, "Brother, do you think... Wang Jun can be completely ruled out as the suspect?"
Wan frowned and pondered for a while, his fingers unconsciously tapping the wall.
"From my years of experience handling cases, it can basically be ruled out."
"On the night of the incident, Wang Jun indeed had an alibi."
Jiang An looked up at the sky, "In that case."
