The night deepened, and there were far fewer vehicles on the road.
Yang Huiru had been driving aimlessly for an hour now, without any news of Yang Fan or any word of the police catching him.
After numerous phone calls with Shi Qinghua, his side still came up empty.
She really wanted to know, what exactly was Yang Fan doing?
Looking for the murderer himself? But without evidence, where to start searching for the killer in this vast sea of people?
Yang Huiru was also feeling tired, so she pulled over to the side of the road, resting her forehead in one hand, watching the neon lights outside the window dwindle, not saying a word, seemingly devoid of any desire to speak.
She was a police officer, and she knew all too well what escaping from prison meant: possibly becoming a fugitive for life or ending up in jail forever.
