Morning.
The shrill whistle broke the long-standing peace of Phoenix Head Mountain.
Officers of the Public Security Bureau gathered at the mountain top, their blue and green uniforms flickering among the trees, cautiously searching for something with the help of instruments.
"Director."
Officer Lin quickly approached Zhou Ping and said:
"Based on the analysis of the scene left behind, the murder likely occurred between seven o'clock last night and nine-thirty at night."
"The killer's methods are not professional."
"But..."
"Very meticulous!"
He furrowed his brows and continued:
"Every potential clue site has been handled; extensive burning ensured the smoke never cleared, which is how the patrol ranger discovered it."
The clues were completely destroyed by fire and burning.
The three wooden houses here now only have one left; the other two have been dismantled and burned, with many clues reduced to ashes.
