Li Jian nodded slightly, "He said to find what the killer wants."
"What the killer wants is in the grave?"
Zhang Chao shook his head in disbelief.
"That's too bizarre."
"I also find it unbelievable!"
Li Jian stood up and walked to the window, looking at the busy officers below.
"Jiang An, as the new leader, having initiative is a good thing."
"But isn't this time a bit too rash? What if it provokes a protest from the villagers…"
Then, Zhang Chao said, "Mr. Li, I think we need to report this to Mr. Ma and make some arrangements in advance."
Li Jian turned around, his eyes resolute, "You're right."
"Let's go, we'll see Mr. Ma now."
Immediately, the two of them walked quickly toward the director's office, their urgent footsteps echoing in the corridor.
Meanwhile, Jiang An and his group of three followed the deceased Zhao Jian's cousin to the foot of a mountain.
The early summer mountain forest was lush and green, the cicadas buzzing intermittently.
