Very soon, Jiang An, Wan, and Zhang Yean drove the police car away from the bustling downtown area.
The purpose of this trip was very clear — to head to the ancestral grave site owned by Zhao Jian's family, carefully inspect each grave, and search for any sign of tampering.
Thirty minutes later, the police car slowly stopped in front of a farmhouse courtyard.
Inside the courtyard, a dark-skinned middle-aged man was bending over, intently tending to the vegetables in the garden.
Jiang An was the first to get out of the car, standing in front of the rusty iron gate, he gently knocked on the door ring.
"Hello, we're officers from the city's criminal investigation team, and we need your assistance with a case."
The man in the yard raised his head upon hearing the sound, squinted his eyes and looked them over for a moment, then put down the hoe in his hand.
He wiped his soil-covered hands on his pant legs: "I remember you, you're from the criminal investigation team, right?"
