At eleven o'clock in the morning, all internal surveillance of the police station had been checked.
The surveillance of the restaurant and pharmacy the two had visited was also checked, and shop owners were questioned, but nothing was found.
When the police finished reporting, Xiang Dong felt his head was about to explode.
The police station's surveillance didn't capture the moment when they lost their gun, and there was no record outside either.
Could the gun have disappeared into thin air?
In the interrogation room, the police questioned them over and over, until their lips were almost blistered.
They recalled all the details they could think of.
But they couldn't think of anything they hadn't thought of before.
After lunch, Director Qin called. Upon learning there was no progress, he didn't scold this time, nor did he speak, and he hung up directly.
At half-past one in the afternoon.
Liang Jianfeng was listening to reports.
